Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 480: The Beginning

A vast corridor of light stretched endlessly ahead, towering pillars of radiance rising on either side. Even the stone within this space seemed to glow, piercing straight into the most vacant point of the heavens, their peaks nowhere to be seen.

Raphael’s footsteps were unhurried, and one could sense the joy in every movement he made. He had made the greatest decision of his long life, and in the end, his God had returned bearing victory—a triumph more resounding than any before.

Right after the battle between Silvanus and the Outer God ended, when both were swept into the vortex of the void that would lead to other worlds, Raphael had not hesitated to use his authority.

The starry firmament where the constellations reigned contained the "stars" that carried the soul-power of the gods Silvanus had once portrayed. They existed as cards, drawing upon Silvanus’s true divine authority and granting them genuine souls so they could aid Silvanus in a new world.

Before they truly grew strong, their believers would remain by their side to protect them. Among the gods, only Dorian had the shortest time being portrayed by Silvanus, so he was not fully complete. Fortunately, they had all returned safely together.

The colossal palace doors opened. Raphael did not dare to look up toward the source of the light above; he merely knelt. "All threats have now been eliminated. The cosmic tree is functioning normally. You have fulfilled your mission with excellence, God."

Silvanus lowered his hand. Vivian immediately leapt down from his palm, then ran toward the distant garden of light to chase bees and butterflies.

He and Raphael spoke for a short while longer before Raphael took his leave as well.

Now that the cosmic tree had stabilized, it would not be long before Gabriel and Michael returned. When that time came, they could hold a proper council meeting. But for now...

Silvanus’s fingertip swayed slightly. Upon it flickered a small cluster of darkness—these were the last fragments of Matthew that Silvanus had been able to find after that battle.

He had already purified them. Now the moment had come for them to reveal their true form.

The instant Silvanus lowered his hand, a faint glow shimmered—and then... a tiny sound suddenly rang out.

"Chirp chirp...."

Silvanus: "???"

On the ground, something had appeared—a... duck?

Silvanus wasn’t quite sure. It was a jet-black duckling, truly a rare sight. Yet its eyes were a beautiful, clear amber, and within them was reflected Silvanus’s figure.

"What is this?" Vivian’s voice rang out. She opened her mouth wide, preparing to swallow the suddenly appeared duck. No matter how one looked at it, the duck seemed perfectly bite-sized for her.

But before she could take a single bite, Silvanus had already lifted the duckling with both hands, raising it before him to examine it closely. The duck gave a small cry, then suddenly rubbed its head insistently against his palm.

Silvanus couldn’t help but smile faintly. "An ugly little duckling, but rather adorable."

Vivian snorted coldly, frowning. "Boring. I want to see Dorian!"

Silvanus glanced at her and said indifferently, "Don’t bully him."

The moment his words fell, Vivian’s figure vanished.

After the defeat of the Outer God, the gods had successfully obtained souls of their own and now resided within the God Nation. Naturally, their foremost believers remained by their side to serve them. These believers had transcended—they were no longer ordinary beings.

They would stand alongside their gods, taking turns guarding the countless worlds within the cosmic tree, ensuring that no external force could invade.

Silvanus suddenly wondered whether Asta had overcome the shock regarding Cain’s gender. But at present, he had another matter to resolve. The fragments left from his first battle with the Outer God were still wandering through other worlds. Thus, even though he had returned to the divine throne, he had not yet regained his peak state.

To prepare for any future invasions, Silvanus naturally had to retrieve those fragments.

The good news was that Raphael had already gathered those fragments into a world currently facing the threat of destruction. Raphael’s visit earlier had also been to express this very wish.

He hoped Silvanus could go to that world, reclaim the fragments of himself, and at the same time save that world teetering on the brink of collapse.

But clearly, with Silvanus’s current status, he could no longer descend personally into that world.

The only thing he could do was separate a portion of his soul and create an incarnation of himself in that world.

Thinking back to the Envy he had encountered in a dungeon before, it truly had been difficult to deal with.

Silvanus did not delay. He pressed his index and middle fingers together against his forehead, then gently drew them away. At once, a strand of chaotic light streaked with galaxies was pulled free. At the same time, a small vortex appeared—the gate of time and space was ready to open for a new journey.

Just before the spatial gate completely closed, a black shadow suddenly flashed past. The ugly little duck let out a loud cry and, without hesitation, leapt into the gate together with that strand of Silvanus’s soul.

...

As an author, Silvanus was always happy to talk about any topic—except his own works. Sometimes he did not even understand why he had chosen this profession: a full-time horror writer on a certain blue app.

Every time he wrote, he felt incomparably energized. Yet at night, an unnamed fear would begin to flood his mind. It was truly strange.

With this peculiar psychological state and the growing pressure weighing on him, he felt he ought to see a psychologist. But before that appointment could take place, he received another external commission...

The room was brightly lit. Even the rarely used kitchen had its lights turned on, leaving no dark corners.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom. Black hair, heavy with water, hung downward, still clinging to shampoo bubbles. Beneath it, a pair of green eyes were wide open, staring intently into the empty space ahead.

As usual, the foam would never have a chance to touch his eyes. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Silvanus quickly finished showering, then went to the sink to wash his face before hurrying out of the bathroom.

The apartment was not very large, but for someone living alone like Silvanus, it still felt excessively spacious.

Only after confirming that the curtains were fully drawn did Silvanus sit down at his desk. A bath towel was still draped over his head. He did not bother drying his hair, merely staring at the plot summary requested by the client.

Normally, Silvanus would not accept outside commissions. But the fan was a long-time reader who had supported him for years and wished for a custom piece from him as a keepsake, so Silvanus did not refuse.

Lines of text reflected in his eyes. The computer screen emitted its characteristic blue glow. The more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed.

[You are a novelist who specializes in writing horror. Your story is about a horror writer who suddenly realizes that something strange has begun appearing in his home. The invisible hands he once described in his words start to manifest in his real life. Then you realize that it is not only the characters in your story encountering such events—you yourself seem to be in trouble as well. Are you writing that story, or is that story shaping you...?]

Before Silvanus could finish reading, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind brush against the back of his neck. In an instant, he froze.

Wind... wind? In a sealed room, how could there possibly be wind?!

Silvanus gripped the mouse tightly in his hand. His pupils trembled uncontrollably as he wondered what was behind him. Were there twisted shapes like those from his imagination?

They truly exist, don’t they?

With that thought, he turned his head without hesitation.