Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 111: [Fish] - Nerio’s Part (23)

The comment section descended into chaos in the blink of an eye.

[Sometimes I feel like this isn’t a scripted scene, but an actual live broadcast—everything feels so real and bizarrely spontaneous, especially Nerio’s existence...]

A rare comment laced with reason briefly appeared, but was quickly drowned out by the flood of nonstop spamming.

"My son, don’t be so downcast. Tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Mr. William gently stroked Lucian’s hair and kissed his forehead, his gaze full of concern and inquiry—he looked like a model father.

"I just feel like our family isn’t as affectionate as before. How long has it been since we last talked at the dinner table? You don’t sleep with Mom anymore and don’t love me like before... Did I do something to make you unhappy? Sometimes I feel like we’re not even us anymore."

Lucian’s words struck Mr. William like an arrow to the heart. His expression darkened momentarily.

He had always loved this son of his. And this face...

Mr. William stared intently at Lucian’s new face, eyes filled with obsession and greed. He gently caressed Lucian’s cheek, then asked, "So what would make you feel at ease?"

"I want to be with you and Mom. Wherever we go, it doesn’t matter. That’s all."

Lucian’s request sounded so simple.

Mr. William chuckled—his child was still so naïve, so easy to comfort.

"Alright, I’ll talk to your mother. Just remember, you’ve always been the one we loved the most. One day, our family’s prosperity will belong to you." He said these words with a serious expression.

Lucian looked at him and suddenly said, "Father, can you hug me?"

Mr. William raised an eyebrow. "You’re sitting on my lap right now. You do ask for a lot."

Lucian couldn’t help pouting slightly, his eyes lowering in a sulky way. That reaction pleased Mr. William—almost like he had been waiting for it. He happily pulled Lucian into his arms.

Lucian leaned against Mr. William’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his back, gently patting him the same way Mr. William was comforting him.

Except... in the spot Mr. William couldn’t see, with every gentle pat Lucian gave, a fish-scale-shaped mark grew clearer on Mr. William’s back—until it entirely concealed itself.

Lucian glanced up at Mr. William, the corner of his lips curling into a mocking smile—like a hunter who had just secured his prey.

[Is that it? No pants coming off?]

[Please tell me the system rules still haven’t banned that ID up there?]

[I keep saying—not all gods have weird kinks! Stop projecting those myths onto Nerio, he’s an adorable and innocent little shota! crying shota Nerio image wide-eyed shota Nerio image]

[Everyone here’s got some illness. When is this Nerio era going to end? Can’t humanity summon the Prophet again or something?]

[Just realized Nerio is everyone’s type—can be a shota and also mature hahaha]

[What I need is a femboy!!!]

[So direct, bro. Me too. Femboy, femboy, femboyyyyyyyy]

[Stop. Don’t stop. Hahahahahaha]

[The people in the comments always make me feel both love and hatred at once]

Silvanus: "..." Truly a mix of love and hate.

[Aaaaa] This is where he was waiting—Nerio, you cunning bastard! Using William’s son’s body to deceive and manipulate William—who’s the real monster here?!!!]

[This is called intelligence. The dumber one dies, that’s all. Regarding strength and wit, Nerio is a god—his arrogance is well-earned.] ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

[It’s like the Prophet is already dead or something...]

[Please, this is Nerio’s spotlight now. Fans of someone else should take a seat.]

Silvanus: "..." He never expected to witness a fan war between two gods. What surprised him even more was that the Prophet still had fans—he had assumed they all disappeared after going radio silent for so long.

Meanwhile, the humans had reached the third floor. The group exploring included Benjamin, Cocona, Ron, Vale, and Alice. The others stayed behind on the first floor to deal with the monsters.

However, a problem quickly emerged—they didn’t know how to open the door. Lucian had never told them that this door didn’t even have a lock!

The towering door before them glowed faintly with a blood-red light and couldn’t be pushed open normally. If they tried to force it, it would create a loud sound, drawing the attention of the butler and the William family. They couldn’t risk it.

"I’ve got this," Alice spoke decisively upon seeing the door. She tightly gripped the pen in her hand—the same one the Prophet had given her in the [Frog] dungeon.

Cocona looked at her and gave a nod.

Alice stepped forward, closed her eyes, and focused on her intent. The black brush in her hand began to glow golden, and the ancient, mysterious markings along its shaft lit up. She waved the brush through the air casually, and before everyone’s eyes, a small door materialized in front of them. Alice withdrew the pen—at this point, a third of the ink on the brush tip had vanished.

[Oh my god, she’s properly using the Prophet’s gifted item!]

[It’s because that item is just that OP, okay? Even if the Prophet doesn’t show up, he’s helping humanity from the shadows. I’m honestly moved!!!]

[Looking back, Nerio hasn’t given any of his believers items. He strolls around enjoying the dungeon.]

[Feels like as long as humanity wins in the end, he doesn’t care how much we struggle—he doesn’t guide us at all.]

[Honestly, we should be grateful Nerio isn’t out here actively messing with humanity hahaha]

[That sounds kinda cold-hearted... I don’t think Nerio is that bad though...]

[He’s cold, but I still love him. So many people still worship him—what kind of charm is this?]

[The charm of a pretty boy, lol.]

[The charm of a shota hahahaha]

[Femboy femboy femboy]

[LMAO]

[Please ban these people already!!!]

Unaware of the "battle" in the comment section, Alice and the others had opened the door and stepped into the third floor.

However, what lay before them was not the same third floor that William and Lucian had visited the previous night. Instead, they found themselves in a massive, ruined hall. Dust covered everything, and what was truly horrifying were the human skulls scattered all around the room. Some skeletons were shattered into pieces, others arranged in strange, twisted patterns—clear signs that none of these people had died peacefully.

Dozens of hollow, dark eye sockets seemed to turn toward the intruding humans simultaneously. Even knowing these were just bones, the chilling feeling that crawled down one’s spine was impossible to ignore.

"Are we seriously supposed to look for the fish scales here?" Ron frowned, glancing around. He couldn’t imagine they’d find anything helpful in this place.

"Something feels off," Vale suddenly spoke up.

Hearing that, Benjamin replied, "Try sensing more deeply."

Vale’s abilities were unique—perfect for times like this.