Becoming a God Starts with Acting

The group's destination was the first carriage, but the light gave them no chance.

It vanished so suddenly that no one had time to react.

All they saw was a horde of zombies bursting like a flood, including even the ones already killed!

This time, however, they seemed to have undergone a complete "evolution."

Their bodies were now able to stand upright. Though their steps were wobbly, they were fast. Their shark-like teeth and mouths—like basins of blood—dripped saliva that splattered everywhere with every movement. Now, their faces were only marked with blood, no longer rotting flesh.

They moved with frightening agility and charged toward the humans!

"Aaaaaaa!"

Someone couldn't react in time and got bitten on the neck by a zombie. His face went blank before he started screaming.

"We're all going to die! We're all going to die!"

The echoing scream was like a death knell, ringing violently in everyone's mind.

"No, we're not dying. Break through!"

Asta suddenly shouted, raising his hand. A gemstone flew up into the air.

Some of the zombies leapt upward, trying to grab the dazzling gem as if attracted by it.

But at that moment, energy surged from the gemstone like a storm. Bright golden light burst from it like a small vortex—and then it exploded!

At the same time, countless razor-sharp gemstones sprouted like clustered mushrooms, piercing the monsters that had leapt toward the humans, forming a canopy of deadly spikes.

But it didn't stop there. Two more gemstones were suddenly thrown to the ground. Instantly, they grew in the opposite direction, bursting upward with unstoppable force. Countless sharp spikes skewered the monsters like meat on skewers.

Just two attacks had dealt catastrophic damage to the horde.

Asta looked like he was about to cry—not only from the strain of overusing his power, but also from heartbreak. Did anyone know how expensive those gemstones were? He had spent a fortune on them!

These damn zombies deserved to die!

With that thought, another blinding light enveloped the gemstone crystals, rising like a storm. The sound of flesh being pierced echoed everywhere.

"Die, you bastards!"

Finally, the crystalline dome that had encased them all shattered, and the shards shot out like arrows, killing the zombies about to leap at them. It bought the others precious time to react.

The zombie attack had been far too sudden and overwhelming. Despite everyone's efforts to defend themselves, nearly fifty people had already been eaten or infected.

The survivors quickly broke through the encirclement.

Shhk!

"You..."

A sharp sound rang out—and several heads instantly fell to the ground. Some people turned in stunned disbelief to look at Nyx.

Nyx held her large fan and smiled. "They were already infected."

"Anyone infected—either leave, or your head leaves your body."

She didn't negotiate. It was simply a declaration.

"I'm not infected!"

Someone shouted—only for their head to be instantly severed. Nyx's expression remained icy, offering no room for argument.

She was never wrong.

"You bitch!"

Someone roared and lunged at Nyx. Others took the opportunity to try to spread the infection. Chaos broke out among the group, but Nyx moved with chilling precision, cutting off the heads of the infected one by one.

[Nyx, just cut off my head too—stop cutting the monsters' heads, cut mine!]

[Her face is pale like she's about to drop dead, yet she's still smiling as she sends others to their graves first. Unacceptable. I love her to death!]

Behind them, Asta led the attack squad to hold off the zombies that just kept coming.

"Ron, you have to clear a path!"

Asta looked back and shouted—this wasn't up for debate. Ron had to open the path. He must be the one to do it.

Ordinary people gripped sticks and clubs in their hands, while the espers fought relentlessly at the frontlines.

To have survived until now, they had killed their fair share of zombies. Yet the sheer number pouring in, like a flood threatening to drown them, still made their hands tremble slightly.

"There are more of them than people on this whole train…"

Yes—where had this many zombies even come from? It was as if they had no end…

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!

Right at that moment, Ron's coat flared out behind him.

A massive gust of wind burst outward from him as the center, whipping through everyone's hair and clothes.

Standing beside him, Aurora quickly grabbed her skirt and widened her eyes in surprise as she looked at Ron.

His brown eyes now shimmered with a mysterious green glow, the light pulsing across his entire body. His hands raised before him, veins bulging across the backs.

"Spirit of the wind, heed my call!"

Please grant me the strength to tear through this endless night!

"GRAAAHHHHH!!!"

A thunderous roar rang out, as if it tore from his chest. At the same time, a tempest unlike any ever seen surged forth, sweeping down the road ahead.

The wind spun like a vortex, shredding everything in its path. The zombies had no chance to resist—they were swept up and torn apart into pieces.

Aurora raised an eyebrow, and even Nyx looked genuinely startled as she turned to Ron.

Ron shouldn't be this powerful…

When the whirlwind finally faded, it left behind a wide, cleared path straight ahead.

Ron's eyes widened as he gasped for breath, panting heavily. Cold sweat soaked his face and hair—he looked like someone had just been pulled out of water.

Suddenly, his body swayed—he was spent.

He hadn't expected to succeed… but now… he couldn't move another step…

"You okay?"

A soft, melodious voice rang out, and a steady hand caught his falling body.

Ron blinked in a daze—and before he could even react, he was suddenly lifted into a soft, warm embrace.

That's right… wait—no, that's not right!

Ron instantly forgot all pain and exhaustion.

He looked up at Aurora, opened his mouth to say something—but she shifted him slightly, and his entire face ended up buried against that fragrant, pillowy mound.

Ron instinctively shut his mouth. His entire face went bright red. He was sure—right now, he looked exactly like a cooked shrimp.

Behind them, Asta saw the scene and froze. A zombie lunged at him—he crushed its head in one hand without even looking.

His eyes widened, veins bulging with fury. His face twisted with envy.

That bastard!

Aurora was too kindhearted—but that spot should have been his!

He was fighting to the brink of exhaustion, too, wasn't he?! Ron was such a damn hypocrite! For the first time, Asta thought maybe Nyx had been right all along!

If he'd known, he would've had Ron fight and gone to open the path himself!

Aurora, seemingly unaware of the fiery gaze behind her, carried Ron's stiff, half-dead body and ran forward with the others.

[A princess carry—HAHAHAHA!]

[I seriously wanna know how Ron felt when his face got buried there.]

[Say no more—just imagining it got me through ten rounds already!]

[User has been chat-banned for a week due to inappropriate comments.]

[Why is the system monitoring again? It's like a damn dog—sniffs everything out instantly!]

[Always blabbering about rules but never shows us the actual rulebook!]

Ron had completely cleared the path to the first carriage. Behind them, Asta's squad covered the retreat. Finally, they reached their destination—the first carriage, connected directly to the engine.

Clack-clack, clack-clack!

The train continued its relentless motion. Only now did people begin to notice—at some point, scorched black streaks had started to appear all over the train. It looked like it was merging into another space entirely, beginning to distort.

In the distance came the growls of more zombies.

"I'll wipe them all out! We'll all survive!"

Asta's voice rang out—his figure not all that large, yet standing protectively before them all.

That's right—he was only one meter seventy but strong enough to protect half the continent. And right now, it was even more than that—because his whole world was behind him.

So shallow. Such shallow emotions. Asta always knew he was that kind of person. Would he fall for another girl if she were more beautiful than Aurora?

He didn't think there was anyone more beautiful than Aurora. And if there were, he wouldn't care—because he was living only for this moment, for this purpose. Right now, Aurora was everything to him!

Aurora had said she would find him if they made it out of this dungeon. So he would take her hand and walk out of this dungeon—no matter what.