Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 186: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (33)

"That’s right, I fell next to Prophet."

Drake suddenly remembered, then used his saber as support to stand up, limping toward Prophet quickly. His tall frame stood straight like a shadowy guardian, shielding Prophet from harm. He turned his head slightly, eyes lowered to look at Prophet. The corners of his lips lifted into a truly confident, radiant smile.

"I told you, I will protect you. Just sit tight and stay put."

Even though his messy hair was scorched in places, and his maid outfit was torn, filthy with dust and fresh blood—making his words rather unconvincing—Prophet still couldn’t help but stare at him in a daze.

Besides saying his name earlier, Drake realized that Prophet hadn’t spoken a single word. Just how quiet can a person be?

"You’re injured, stop talking so big!"

Suddenly, Jessica flew over and stood in front of Drake. She waved her hand, and a towering fire wall rose around them, forming a blazing circle. The wall of flame was five meters high and over two meters thick, encircling the monster. The heat was no less intense than the fire Drake had conjured earlier.

The red turned scorched and dark. The others all wore heavy expressions as they watched this scene—each of them had realized they could no longer use their powers. Some of them were already severely weakened. They would all die here if they didn’t find a way out of this situation!

Susan looked at Jessica, her eyes deep and unreadable.

Even Drake had his powers suppressed—so why could Jessica still display such overwhelming strength?

"Burn to ashes."

Jessica spoke softly, and then the flames encircling the monster began to twist inward, launching a fierce assault.

The monster roared in agony, constantly dodging and fleeing, but it was all in vain.

It bellowed in frustration. At the same time, Jessica felt the burden pressing down on her grow heavier and heavier.

She no longer understood what state she was in. Her entire body was heating up, overflowing with strength and endless vitality.

But it was too heavy—she couldn’t bear this immense power. It felt as though it was tearing her apart, burning all her internal organs.

Blood flowed from Jessica’s eyes and nose.

"Grawwww!"

The monster suddenly let out a deafening roar that jolted Jessica as if snapping her out of a dream. At the same time, the monster’s axe came swinging at her terrifyingly fast!

A fiery shield appeared around Jessica but couldn’t prevent her from being flung to the side. Blood poured from her mouth—she looked on the verge of death.

[Oh my god, my wife! Ethan, you bastard!]

[But wow, I didn’t expect Jessica to be able to hold Ethan back. Wasn’t her power supposed to be suppressed, too?]

[Honestly, that fire didn’t look like Jessica’s usual flame...]

"Graww! Grawww! Grawwww!"

The monster roared furiously, in pain and rage.

It swung its axe wildly in all directions as if trying to hack away the flames surrounding it. By now, its body was severely mangled. Vast patches of flesh were burned away, emitting a foul, scorched stench as blood and chunks of charred meat rained down—like a heavy storm.

Its thigh bone was exposed, and its stomach had been burned open, intestines spilling out and dragging across the ground.

What drew even more attention, however, was its head. The cardboard box that had always been on Ethan’s head had finally been burned away—revealing its proper form.

There were no typical facial features—just a massive brain resting atop the monster’s neck.

The massive brain, smooth and lacking many folds, was swollen from congestion, resembling twisted strands of pinkish-red jelly. It looked so plump and fragile that it felt like it might burst at the slightest touch. Its two eyes were fused directly into the brain—tiny pupils surrounded by bloodshot whites—glaring with fury and agony at the group of "ants" before it.

Parts of the brain began to tremble as if out of rage or pain—no one could tell. Step by heavy step, it slowly made its way toward Prophet.

The monster’s suppressive power seemed to grow even stronger when the cardboard box vanished, nearly warping their minds. Everything before their eyes began to distort, become blurred, unreal—hard to perceive clearly.

"So terrifying."

At that moment, Prophet’s voice suddenly rang out. It was soft—very soft—but impossible to ignore. That voice felt like it swept away the fog, making their vision more straightforward, like they had just broken free of an enchantment.

Prophet was still sitting on the ground. His small, frail body looked truly tiny—tinier than almost any of them, let alone compared to the monster.

He looked at the approaching creature, his body trembling slightly, seemingly overcome by fear.

But the monster didn’t let Prophet speak for long. It raised its axe high and swung it down without hesitation. It completely ignored Drake—and at this point, no longer had the strength to react swiftly to its attacks.

Alice shut her eyes tightly, unable to bear watching.

Yet... no blood spilled.

The monster’s massive axe froze in place—stopped about a meter from Prophet’s face, unable to descend even a hair further.

Prophet was still looking up at the blade hovering inches from his face. His hands trembled, clenched tightly, and tears streamed freely down his cheeks. The fear in his eyes was raw and utterly honest.

But to everyone else, it was clear: the monster was trying to strike, even pull its axe back—but all its efforts were useless!

"Hey, don’t be scared. What’s there to be scared of? It can’t even touch you!"

Drake, now having thrown down his saber, frantically paced around Prophet. But he didn’t dare get too close—he knew full well that he still looked like a regular human.

"Ugly... disgusting... disgusting... disgusting... huhuhu..." Prophet sobbed as he muttered to himself.

At the same time, everyone could feel a strange energy suddenly spreading throughout the room—soft and buoyant, as if trying to lift them. Their bodies abruptly felt unnaturally light.

Golden numbers and delicate threads of golden light spread everywhere, growing denser and denser, and a creeping sense of foreboding began to rise in all their minds.

Sure enough, moments later, they heard the sharp rush of wind past their ears—a strange force seemed to be sucking at their very souls!

The monster roared in agony, its body being swept away by the golden numbers. Time itself was accelerating for it, rushing forward. Its body began to collapse—flesh rotting and turning to dust, bones crumbling into decay. It was like watching a time-lapse film playing out at an impossible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the massive monster before them had turned into nothing more than a pile of dust, vanishing into the wind and earth before it even had a chance to scream.

And that terrifying god still sat on the ground, tears streaming endlessly down his face. His eyes were shut tight as if he couldn’t bear to look at the ugliness and horror around him. His face remained full of fear and cowardice that refused to fade.

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