[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-god-through-horror":3,"chapter-becoming-a-god-through-horror-becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a God Through Horror",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2273554,4441,"Chapter 11: The Plot Begins: Disguise","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>He thought it was a wise decision to bring Louis back after listening to Emma, since the two children now seemed to get along so well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he often worked, he sometimes couldn’t care for Emma properly; although the school teachers said Emma had friends, she had never brought any home, which made him wonder if she might not have any close friends at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, at last, Emma had a companion, which should benefit her growth—but although Louis was mature, he was still a child a year younger than Emma, not a girl, and might not share many common interests with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, should he adopt an older girl to be Emma’s playmate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, David, wholly focused on his children, considered the necessity and feasibility of this approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Financially, there was no problem; though it would make him more tired, he owned two factories and could still manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the issue was that he currently had no wife, making adoption more complicated—Angela had kept offering to introduce someone, but there had been no leads, and he doubted he’d find a suitable match anytime soon. (Adoption procedures required a complete family with both husband and wife.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he remembered there seemed to be an orphanage in the community committee’s records…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone knows, cats can swim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, in David Grossman’s backyard pond, an orange cat—unknown in origin—had fallen in and kept flailing, yet remained unable to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second floor, by the windowsill, Emma sipped water, staring intently at the scene, as if waiting for something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the orange cat seemed exhausted; its flailing slowed, until it was slowly dragged under by the water and fallen leaves, its body fully submerged, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Emma smiled. She had been waiting for this moment—now she could go eat her snack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving in the living room, she saw that annoying guy—unfortunately, she still couldn’t do anything about him, so she forced a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hi, Louis, good morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, good morning, Emma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ate breakfast; Emma occasionally glanced at Louis, but he showed no change in expression, even smirked at her challengingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, David, who had been going out frequently these past few days doing who-knew-what, returned. “Eat first—I just found a cat drowned in the pond. I need to deal with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he grabbed a net and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came back a while later, putting down the net as he spoke to Emma and Louis: “You won’t believe what I’ve been doing these past few days—wait, you’ll see a surprise in a few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, did you find a new date?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Are you concerned about this?” David paused, asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Dad just wants someone compatible and kind to you—but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis pondered: being a single father was hard, especially raising a daughter. It was manageable when she was young, but as she grew older, many things became inconvenient. Finding a new wife—aside from personal physical and psychological factors—was likely driven mostly by concern for his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma gave no direct reply, only said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Ellis is giving out a Citizenship Award soon. Winners must embody Saint Alden values: faith, honesty, discipline, and compassion. The prize is a large gold medal—I think that’s great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh~ Emma will definitely win that medal—and Louis too. Whoever wins, I’ll be happy,” David smiled, ruffling Emma’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma clenched her left fist slightly, then continued thinking about how to secure the medal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, quietly eating his snack, understood: the medal incident was finally about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wasp suddenly appeared from nowhere, panicked and buzzing wildly in the unfamiliar environment, drawing everyone’s attention with its shrill hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a chorus of screams erupted as the children scattered in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ellis said, “Calm down, children—I assure you, it’s more afraid of you than you are of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma stood up calmly, walked over with a glass cup and a sheet of paper, covered the wasp, her expression serious and focused, then walked steadily to the window and released it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No panic, no violence—only unwavering calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To all the children, she looked like a superhero!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Teacher Ellis, Emma was the perfect embodiment of kindness and courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good child~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly. “Thank you, Emma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re welcome, Teacher Ellis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, who had sat quietly the whole time, yawned. He knew one downside of scripts: when the drama unfolded, there was never any surprise—boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, if you looked closely, there were plenty of holes: where did the glass cup come from? How did the wasp get in…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Emma suddenly looked at Louis, her gaze challenging, brimming with triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, Emma’s behavior was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpful, considerate, actively assisting classmates, caring for small animals, helping the groundskeeper maintain the lawn…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis did nothing, watching Emma like a ridiculous clown show, often laughing at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children were still children—even if clever, they had limits. Like now: Emma didn’t realize she was overdoing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t at all like the behavior of a normal girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed fake and contrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For adults who regularly interacted with them and had more social experience—familiar with all kinds of deception like elections, speeches, and performances—it was already obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Emma would stumble—and then embark on her irreversible path of killing the innocent. Hmm, it was time for him to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stretched, thinking: to protect David while preventing him from losing his daughter, he had to act preemptively and reform her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reform an antisocial child, correction and discipline must come before she commits a major crime—otherwise, she’d only grow more extreme and hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a nuisance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis muttered, returning to his study of folk methods. On his desk sat several small snacks he’d prepared, mixed with special ingredients—like mung bean cakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been proven: esoteric arts were easy to learn but hard to master—easy to enter, difficult to perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a girl beside her had just received a beautiful, elegant watch, a group of classmates gathered around, admiring and chattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your watch is so cool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one too—it was a birthday gift. I don’t wear it much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma sat quietly to the side, staring at her bare wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While running and chasing each other on the outdoor lawn, the girl bumped shoulders with Emma, cried out, and fell. Emma immediately helped her up, concerned: “Katie, are you okay? I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl shook her head and ran off with her friends again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the center of the lawn, the Black female teacher Ellis frowned at the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ce55bb53ec840f067d7bfe2cdd35042bc1a7894a221466a9ee7450172ccf7dcc","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-12","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-10",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]