Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 192: [The Infinite Train] – Degenerate’s Part (2)

Chapter 192: [The Infinite Train] – Degenerate’s Part (2)

[Name: Asta

Age: 22

Identity: Student

Note: You are a final-year student going to Watson Town to carry out your major research project.]

Asta looked at the blue pop-up before him, his face emotionless. The train ran smoothly, without the slightest jolt, and its speed was normal. The scenery outside was hazy, yet some of it was still visible.

They were on a long-distance train bound for Watson Town. It was just a regular passenger train, with about seventy to eighty people in each carriage.

Sitting next to Asta, an NPC appeared. Since the moment he had opened his eyes, this person had been asleep, breathing so faintly that it was hard to tell whether they were alive or dead.

Asta raised an eyebrow—perhaps now was the time to act.

Without any hesitation, he stood up and walked out.

"Ah... y-you..."

Just then, someone spoke up hesitantly. Aside from Asta, other ordinary people in this carriage had been dragged into the dungeon.

Someone roared, "Anyone human, get out quickly—we need to regroup and distinguish between humans and NPCs before the NPCs wake up."

A stern male voice rang out, and people began to rise individually. Asta could see the man speaking. Black hair fell over his face, brown eyes, lips pressed into a firm line as he issued orders to others. He looked somewhat slender and frail. That was Ron, an elite member of Captain Drake’s first team.

Others had recognized him, too. Whether ordinary people or espers, they all followed his lead for now.

Asta didn’t pay them much attention. He was about to leave when his gaze swept past a seat near the front of the carriage—the spot he was just about to walk by.

What caught his eye was a head of pure white hair. Not the decayed, sickly kind of white, but one that gleamed under the light—like the finest, softest silk. Her hair flowed like a stream over her shoulders and cascaded further down. That hair alone made Asta involuntarily stop in his tracks.

As if sensing his gaze, the person turned around. Her eyes were a transparent, vibrant green, like the most precious emeralds. Her skin was alabaster, smooth as jade, so flawless under the lights that not even a single pore was visible—delicate like freshly made burrata cheese. A tall, straight nose and lips red as ripened fruit.

But what captivated Asta even more were those eyes—shimmering like the surface of a deep lake, filled with the world’s sorrow, yet also carrying the brilliance of the entire sky.

When she saw Asta, she smiled—a gentle smile, yet sweeter than any honey, especially when her eyes curved into crescents. That curve collided directly with his heart, shaking his entire being.

"Hello," the girl said softly.

Only then did Asta realize he had been standing there with his mouth agape the whole time—how utterly embarrassing! He quickly closed it, realizing he’d almost drooled.

His hands flushed a little red, and he turned his head away, not knowing where to look. He waved both hands awkwardly in front of him, and the tongue that was usually so smooth seemed stuck: "H-hello..."

He decided that, for now, he wouldn’t check the front car anymore. The whole train was probably in the same situation anyway.

"Asta, what are you doing? Now is not the time to wear that pervy look on your face."

Just then, Ron’s serious voice rang out behind him. Asta had no idea when Ron had appeared there, but the man was now standing behind him, eyes narrowed, staring intently at him.

Asta couldn’t help but be a little startled, then hurriedly said,

"What do you mean by that?! I’m a man who always upholds the virtue of masculinity—I can cook, clean, wash my clothes, and earn my own money. I don’t smoke or drink! I may only be 1.7 meters tall, but I’m strong enough to protect half a continent! I’ve never had a girlfriend, and on top of that, I’ve always kept myself pure. Tell me—where else can you find a man like me? You can’t just go around slandering people like that!"

As he spoke, his eyes darted rapidly back and forth at lightning speed, sneaking glances at the beautiful girl’s reaction while simultaneously casting a warning look at Ron.

If Ron dared to say something stupid, Asta swore he’d kill him before the monsters got a chance!

[Haha, it’s been a while since we saw Asta—it seems like he hasn’t changed much. I’m relieved.]

[They say rivers and mountains are easier to move than a person’s nature—Asta’s lecherous nature is even more complex to change.]

[Am I the only one who feels like Asta’s a bit different this time? Usually, he wouldn’t get all shy like some lovestruck teenager.]

[Still, that girl’s looks are seriously top-tier. Maybe this time we’ll see Asta get married.]

[You’d die of old age before that ever happens.]

Ron looked at Asta and silently thought: You may not smoke opium, but you sure suck up to every girl at the bar.

Of course, he had no idea whether Asta was truly still "pure" or not, so he kept his opinion to himself. But it was true—Asta had never acted this shy before. Usually, he came off more like a seasoned flirt.

That said, this girl’s beauty was truly striking.

Out of nowhere, Ron suddenly asked, "Do you have a child?"

The moment Ron said that Asta snapped out of it—as if he’d been hit over the head with a giant hammer. He winced in pain.

His eyes flew open. Only now did he look past the girl’s appearance and notice the small bundle in her arms. Sure enough, it was a baby sleeping soundly, with a round little head and an adorable face.

No way!

That was Asta’s first thought. His next thought was: Since when did dungeons become like this? They’re bringing actual babies in now?!

Aurora shook her head and softly said,

"I’m not married yet. Ever since I got here, this baby has been in my arms. I was afraid to wake it up, so I’ve been holding still."

"Oh my god, you’re so gentle!"

Asta almost screamed on the spot.

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at him, finding this little man amusing.

If Asta had known that, in Aurora’s mind, he was just a little man, he probably wouldn’t be smiling anymore.

"Go join the others," Ron said calmly. "The baby in your arms is just an NPC."

Without his team here, he seemed colder than usual.

Aurora’s face showed a flicker of surprise. She gently set the child on the seat and stepped out into the aisle.

By now, nearly forty people were standing in the walkway. Some looked calm, while others appeared nervous and uneasy, glancing around anxiously.

There was no time to comfort newcomers. Ron quickly spoke:

"Same rules as always: the strong protect the weak. Only you can protect yourself. People will only protect what matters most to them when it comes down to life and death. Stay calm, stay smart, and do your best to survive."

"First—everyone here, open your identity pop-up."