Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 457: The Night Before Departure

Bael seemed to vent all of his pent-up resentment, roaring in the sky for more than five hours straight, until the entire Land of Darkness was engulfed in waves of tremors, as if the end of the world had arrived, before he finally stopped.

Then his massive body shot straight down toward the ground. The closer he got to the surface, the smaller his body became, until he returned to his original form.

His two feet landed heavily on the ground, one hand still holding a fan.

Swish!

The fan snapped open, covering his mouth and revealing only a pair of triumphant eyes. "Now do you know who rules the skies here?!"

Silvanus and the others had long since finished regrouping and treating their injuries. At this moment, aside from Silvanus still bearing a few wounds and Nerio remaining asleep, the rest of them actually looked to be in pretty good shape. The fresh blood that had soaked the ground had also been washed away by the torrential rain that had poured for five straight hours.

Nick raised his thumb, saying excitedly, "You’re seriously awesome, old man! But if you’re really that strong, why did you put up with humiliation here for so long?"

Bael coughed lightly and snorted coldly. "If I dared to transform, I’d definitely be dealt with by the God of Demons on the spot. That’s a rule that was set long ago. But this time, he was the one who came looking for trouble first. I couldn’t just stand by and watch everything unfold like that." After a brief pause, his large eyes turned toward Silvanus. "If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have stood a chance against the God of Demons either. Silvanus, that attack of yours almost killed him—you..."

Bael seemed to want to ask something, but in the end, he didn’t say it out loud. Silvanus looked at him and said indifferently, "I will become God."

Bael was stunned. At this moment, he only thought that Silvanus intended to replace the God of Demons, completely unaware that Silvanus was aiming to become something even higher than that.

Off to the side, Nick clung to Bael again and asked curiously, "But why are you so long, Nick?"

Based on Nick’s experience, in worlds like this, Dragons should have a completely different appearance. Moreover, in all the records documenting the appearances of Dragons, none had ever described a Dragon that looked anything like Bael.

Bael looked as if his tail had just been stepped on. His already large eyes widened even further. "Then why do you think I’m here instead of with my own clan?! The one who’s different is the one who’s special—do you get it?!"

Nick chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head, lowering his voice as he apologized. Clearly, he had realized that he’d hit Bael right where it hurt.

Bael snorted coldly and quickly continued, "You’ve all worked hard. Tonight, I’ll hold a grand banquet to entertain everyone and thank you properly." He looked toward Silvanus and the others, then bowed deeply, saying sincerely, "Tomorrow, the gate leading to Chaosland will be opened."

Bael made good on his word. That night, the sound of drums and clashing cymbals rose once more. Nick was dazzled by the beautiful demons dancing endlessly around him. Asta, meanwhile, did nothing but cling tightly to Marax, while Marax’s gaze remained fixed on Silvanus.

Silvanus tilted his head slightly, looking at the bonfire before him. The flickering flames cast a golden-orange glow that reflected in his eyes, yet even so, it did nothing to restore the warmth those eyes once held.

He suddenly thought that if Vivian were here, she would definitely be delighted. After all, she loved lively scenes like this—she might even shake her belly with no less enthusiasm than Bael himself.

Tomorrow, the gate to Chaosland would open once again. This journey would finally return to where everything had begun. The path ahead of Silvanus was already clear—he would go to Eldoria and bring Dorian along with him.

Thinking of Dorian, the corners of Silvanus’s lips lifted slightly. That quiet-looking young man would surely be thrilled to get out and see the world.

The lively sounds outside echoed all the way into the room. The small figure of Nerio on the bed couldn’t help but stir slightly.

By now, the walls had been sealed into thick layers of frost. The room was like a giant refrigerator running at full power, constantly exhaling waves of icy cold air.

Meanwhile, the bed he lay on had now turned into a massive block of ice, with him at its center. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Nerio blinked and slowly sat up, his brows knitting slightly as one hand moved to cover the left side of his ribs.

He lifted the hem of his clothes there, revealing that the once pale, smooth skin had begun to freeze over. Snowflake-like frost kept blooming across it, spreading continuously like some kind of fungus—so slowly that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Kirin pounced over and began licking the frozen area, repeatedly rubbing its head against Nerio as if trying to comfort him. Nerio pushed Kirin aside, casting a cold, warning glance.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. Cain strolled in leisurely, smiling as he said, "Why are you always so unhappy? Want me to find something nasty for you to do?"

Nerio shot Cain a sideways look, the corners of his lips drooping slightly, but he didn’t say a word.

"You don’t look scary at all," Cain said, reaching out to pinch Nerio’s cheek—only for Nerio to dodge away.

"So what’s really going on?" Cain asked.

Nerio frowned. "You’re seriously annoying. I’m not a child."

"But you’re so tiny— not even one meter twenty, and so skinny too. You really make my maternal instincts flare right up."

Nerio couldn’t help giving him a disgusted look. "You pervert."

Cain only laughed even more cheerfully at that, though the sharpness in his eyes never faded. "This really isn’t like you, Nerio. Is it just because you’re injured?"

At that moment, Kirin suddenly lunged forward and bit down hard on the corner of Nerio’s clothes, yanking downward.

It seemed to use all of its strength, moving incredibly fast. The pull was so strong that Nerio tilted to the side, his clothes tearing open and finally exposing what lay beneath to Cain’s view.

Cain immediately reverted to his true form. One hand pressed against the frozen area, just below the chest. In an instant, a bit of frost clung to his fingertips. A numbing sensation from the freezing spread through them, followed by a sharp, needle-like pain—though it vanished just as quickly.

"What is this?" Cain asked, his expression grave.

At this moment, Nerio didn’t seem particularly concerned. "Last time, in order to defeat the remnants of the Outer God’s subordinates, I used power that exceeded what this world allows. This is the punishment. It will keep spreading... until I die."

Cain paused for a moment, then laughed again. "Don’t worry. Before you even have time to die, master will have already taken us home."

Nerio lifted his chin. "That’s exactly why I don’t need your concern. Get lost."

Cain crossed his arms, looking deeply wounded. But just then, the icy ground beneath his feet suddenly shifted. In almost the blink of an eye, he was flung straight out of the room. Nerio couldn’t be bothered to care whether Cain had exposed his true form or not.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut with a thunderous sound. Kirin crept cautiously toward Nerio. But at that very moment, Nerio’s tail suddenly emerged—so long that it was nearly twice the length of his upper body.

Thud! Boom!

With a single sweep of the tail, Kirin was sent flying into the wall. In an instant, a massive hole was smashed through it, cracks spiderwebbing in all directions.

Nerio straightened his back, his icy gaze fixed on Kirin. "You dare go against my will. Do you really think I’d spare you just because you’re in this form?"

Kirin hurriedly crawled back, its small body pressed flat against the floor. It spoke for the first time in this form, its voice faint and trembling. "I wouldn’t dare, my lord. Please forgive me."

"A dog that doesn’t obey is a useless dog..." Nerio murmured. At the same time, Kirin’s body suddenly lifted into the air and fell into Nerio’s grasp.

He tightened his hand around Kirin’s neck, as if he could crush it at any moment.

Kirin wrapped all four limbs around Nerio’s wrist. Its claws didn’t hurt Nerio in the slightest.

Even with its throat being choked, it still forced out the words, "Master... don’t cry."

"If you don’t obey me, I’ll kill you."

"Then... please... kill me," Kirin said urgently. "But... please... don’t cry."

It had been a long time since Kirin had seen Nerio happy—perhaps because there was no ice lake here to grow Tea, or perhaps because Nerio was still in pain.

But Kirin was truly worried, truly sad. If killing it could make Nerio happy, Kirin would be more than willing.

Nerio frowned. He flung his arm, throwing Kirin hard onto the ground, and said coldly, "Stupid." Then he turned away and curled up, clearly unwilling to pay attention to anything anymore.