Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 119: [Fish] - Nerio’s Part (31)

"Can you bring Mom back to life?"

Lucian’s question made Elena freeze, momentarily ignoring the humans around them. After all, they were now like fish in a barrel—unable to escape. She could kill them at any time.

They weren’t as crucial as her younger brother Lucian. Right now, at all costs, she had to crush his hope completely—make him realize that she was his only true family!

But when she saw the worry in his eyes and thought of the affection Lucian held for Mr. and Mrs. William, Elena knew she couldn’t just carry out her plan so easily. Lucian would never forgive her if he found out everything she said was a lie. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Her eyes grew cold and bottomless. Sensing her strange gaze, Lucian couldn’t help but look at her, confusion in his eyes as he asked, "Sis, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you answering me?"

If she couldn’t get Lucian to willingly stay by her side and give up his parents, then she’d just shatter everything! Destroy it all and rebuild from scratch—her absolute power would allow her to do that!

Family, even love—it all begins with submission. As long as she continued to treat Lucian well, he would eventually understand that she truly loved him and forget his parents. This was inevitable dependence.

Elena narrowed her eyes. She had made her decision.

She raised her hand. Mr. William suddenly appeared, suspended a meter above the ground, his body bound by seething, scarlet liquid threads that sizzled and corroded his flesh. His blood dripped vividly to the floor. The cycle of constant corrosion, healing, and more corrosion brought him unimaginable pain, but he couldn’t even scream—his mouth had been sealed shut.

Cold sweat poured down his face like rain, his eyes wide and soulless. When he saw Lucian and Elena standing together, he thrashed violently, eyebrows raised high, eyes bulging. He seemed to want to say something, but Elena was never going to give him that chance. Her hand clenched tightly, causing the liquid to constrict him even more. Mr. William’s eyes widened further, the pain suffocating him.

Seeing this scene, Lucian’s face filled with anxiety. He moved toward Mr. William and said, "Why is Dad like this? Sis, let him go..."

But before he could take another step, Elena seized his arm, her grip so tight it felt like it might crush his bones.

Lucian turned to her, his eyes filled with confusion and urgency, clearly unable to understand why his sister was suddenly stopping him like this.

"That’s just a monster, Lucian—not your father," Elena said slowly, ignoring the look of seething hatred in Mr. William’s eyes.

Mr. William tried to move toward Lucian and make a sound, but with his mouth sealed, all he could produce were muffled noises.

At that moment, Elena lowered her gaze slightly, adopting an expression of deep sorrow. "You don’t know, Lucian... The fish scale was stolen by an imposter. I need the scale to fully harness the power to purify the monster inside our father and bring Mom back. But without it, my energy is incomplete. The purification might go wrong."

That’s right—a perfect excuse for Mr. William’s death. After all, Elena still didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on Lucian’s face. More than anything, she didn’t want to fight.

She could explode with power when cornered, gaining sudden strength—but she had no way of knowing if Mr. William or Lucian were the same. She didn’t want either side to suffer any more.

Upon hearing her words, Lucian immediately lit up and said excitedly, "Sis, the one who took the fish scale was Mom—she gave it to me!"

Elena’s eyes widened at that. A mad joy almost burst out of her expression, and her previously lifeless eyes now seemed to gleam with light.

The group, including Cocona, still struggling on the ground, couldn’t help but show a look of despair when they heard this.

Their bodies were broken in pieces—some were unconscious, their survival uncertain. Even those who could still open their eyes no longer had the strength to fight. Espers had powerful self-healing abilities, but they weren’t monsters. And now that Alice, the healer, had been corrupted, their chances of winning were virtually nonexistent.

"We’ve come so close to the end... Please defeat this dungeon,"

Cocona murmured—a message for the humans outside.

"She kept bragging... and now she’s going to die in this dungeon?"

Outside, Drake sneered, his face full of ridicule, though his clenched fists cracked with tension.

The others stayed silent, saying nothing. It was hard to describe their emotions at that moment. They had been so close—so close to victory. They had deciphered the castle’s secrets, but defeating the final monster now seemed utterly impossible.

If the monster without the scale was already that powerful, how strong would it be with the scale? All hope had been crushed at this very moment.

The humans looked up at the sky. The entire continent seemed to fall silent. They were about to bid farewell to their greatest warriors. Among countless deaths, some would be an irreplaceable loss...

"Have the gods... abandoned us?"

"Pray..."

Some murmured. Some joined their hands. And soon, nearly all of humanity watching the battle in the dungeon clasped their hands in prayer, stopping whatever they were doing. At that moment, their only thought was the almighty god above.

Prophet, Nerio, or any other god—it didn’t matter. Please, descend. We offer you our most sincere faith!

If the notification system of Silvanus had been activated, he might now be hearing endless alerts about the surging Faith Points. Unlike before—when he was still an unknown god with no proven power—the image of powerful deities was now firmly etched in the minds of humanity.

At this moment, their belief was stronger, purer, and more sincere than ever!

Please, O Lord, descend upon us!

Lucian’s body suddenly stiffened, a golden light flashing through his blue eyes. He quickly lowered his gaze.

[Did anyone else see that flash just now?]

[Is something happening to Nerio?]

[A bunch of paranoid fanatics—focus on Elena instead, hahahaha.]

Not only the spectators but even Elena—who was ecstatic upon learning that the mermaid scale was in Lucian’s hands—failed to notice the strange change in Lucian at that moment.

She smiled a radiant smile, her lips curling into a shape no ordinary human could ever achieve. Looking at Lucian, she was clearly excited, though she tried to remain calm:

"Give it to me, give me the scale, and our family will go back to the way it used to be, little brother."

Yes, just the two of us—no one will ever disturb us again. Not even those pesky flies from other dimensions.

The moment she finished speaking, Elena suddenly raised her hand.

"Boom!"

A thunderous crash echoed as Leonard’s body slammed into a massive wall of ice. The impact was so fierce that the thick ice shattered, and Leonard collapsed to the ground, unable to move. His bones were likely broken, and fresh blood leaked continuously from his body. It was clear he had just tried to attack Lucian and Elena.

"Well, now... I’m surprised a human can still move after my last attack," Elena narrowed her eyes. She could see the wounds on the man’s body were healing at an unbelievable rate—a rate no human should possess.

"Ha... A monster—just live up to what you are. Why fight? Why struggle when you could become a loyal servant of mine? Once I obtain the mermaid scale, once I am perfected—become something entirely new—I’ll be closer to him, stronger than ever. A wise one knows what to choose."

Elena clearly had her eye on Leonard’s power.

But what she said revealed far more than she intended—enough for the humans outside to scramble to record everything as quickly as they could.

Was there an existence even greater than these monsters?

A being to whom these creatures submitted?!

This dungeon truly was the turning point for everything, just as Priest Silvanus had foretold. So many new truths and revelations were emerging!

Leonard writhed on the ground, struggling, but gave no response to Elena’s words.

Elena didn’t care. Within her domain, these humans were nothing more than ants to her—ants she could crush at any moment.

Lucian watched Leonard struggle on the ground, the corners of his lips curling upward, his half-lidded eyes carrying a hidden, unreadable intent.

[Wonder if Nerio feels even a shred of pity for his top believer, hahaha.]

[Drake’s always whining about how poorly Prophet treats his followers. Maybe he should look at Leonard and realize just how much Prophet actually cares.]

[At least Prophet doesn’t just sit back and smile while his followers get tortured, lmao.]

[Maybe Nerio’s actually enjoying this. No doubt—these gods are all twisted freaks.]

[Can we not lump them all together? Prophet is a true god.]

[Haha, some people are really trying to smear Nerio now. He’s just being playful, that’s all. In the end, he won’t let humans die. That’s why he’s still justice itself!]