Orange_Lee

A world without gods struggles against cunning and dangerous monsters from another realm, teetering on the brink of collapse—until…
Silvanus never expected to die at the peak of his glory. He was on stage one second, accepting his third consecutive Best Actor award. The next, he was dead—crushed by a falling glass stage light in a tragically ungraceful demise.
But the worst part was yet to come. He didn't indeed die. Instead, he woke up in an entirely different world, one on the verge of being swallowed by darkness due to an overwhelming invasion of monstrous creatures.
[Beep—Acting System activated! Greetings, my god. Please create your character and start collecting Acting Points!]
Thus, humanity discovered that they now had gods, divine protectors who guided them in their battles against monsters…
A god who feared everything yet could foresee the future.
A narcissistic deity who commanded water and life itself.
A depraved being who, despite his corruption, remained undefeated against even the strongest creatures.
No one knew they were all the same person.
"Worship me. Believe in me without end. And one day, I shall truly descend upon this world…"

Becoming a God Starts with Acting

Leonard stood quietly to the side, head lowered, saying nothing in response to Eryon's attitude.

At that moment, Cyril and Ron also entered from outside.

Ron glanced around the shabby bathroom and asked, "Did something happen?"

Eryon opened his mouth, about to say something, when he suddenly realized that all the blood in the bathroom had disappeared entirely. Even his stained shoes had returned to their original clean state.

"No way…" Eryon muttered, drawing Cyril's attention.

Cyril looked at him and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Eryon suddenly became irritated. "Don't tell me you guys don't know anything—do you find it fun messing with people using these childish pranks?!"

Cyril looked confused, but Eryon ignored him and stormed out. The stench in the bathroom was so overwhelming that he felt like he couldn't breathe. He had no intention of staying there a second longer.

[Fish] - Nerio's Part (6)