Just a moment ago, Silvanus was still in the galactic space, tallying the results of this latest accomplishment.
It hadn't been in vain—he had thrown himself into the role with incredible depth, and his ruthless performance had earned him a surge of acting points like never before, surpassing what he achieved when playing Nerio in the [Fish] dungeon.
At the same time, he could feel his divine power growing stronger. He didn't need the system's assistance to wield his abilities.
Although his memories were still vague, he had begun to accept the possibility that he might genuinely be a newborn god—just one who had, for reasons unknown, drifted elsewhere and lost his memories.
He had asked the system whether this world was his original birthplace, but the system remained utterly silent. If it responded, it was only with a cold, "I don't know, I don't know." It didn't even bother pretending anymore.
