[{"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-132":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},2273675,4441,"Chapter 132: Student Council Annihilation: The Sleep Curse and the Amulet Business Plan","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>America in 1992 was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the collapse of Mao Xiong, America became the world’s dominant power, as if proving the superiority of the bourgeoisie; thinking of this, even homeless men in Fuluolidazhou puffed out their chests toward Niuyuezhou, filled with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they continued their unchanging nomadic life—perhaps one day they’d die, oh no, maybe they’d die right now, frozen to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This winter break, Louis did not enter seclusion but stayed home to guide Emma and others in their cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, even with his guidance and the accelerated effect of the Jade Maiden Technique, it was still difficult for Emma and the others to generate Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d probably need to wait a while longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Louis didn’t retire from the world, he wasn’t idle; besides guiding Emma and the others, he occasionally checked on Mary’s cultivation. Needless to say, Mary had genuine talent in this area—she had fully mastered the Ghost-Eating Technique and had completely subdued Ailan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As per tradition, Louis returned to his hometown to visit the Old Man; the Old Man’s health was still decent, but he no longer had the energy to manage the family’s affairs for long periods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis used his fully saturated internal Qi to deeply regulate the Old Man’s body, easing some internal organ injuries; as long as he regularly came to regulate him, the Old Man could easily live another few years, reaching ninety without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only because the Old Man was too old to cultivate that he couldn’t use Qi cultivation to nourish his body—which would have been the best method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, Louis pointed out to the Old Man and his Uncle the future potential of the internet industry, urging them to take it seriously in two years—it was definitely a blue ocean; if done well, they could become true new elites, major capitalists!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis also reached a mutual understanding with his Uncle: if the family ever encountered trouble, they should inform him immediately—he would never shirk responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had to do this; the family was his support and protection. America’s waters ran deep—who knew how many hidden tricks the capitalists kept? To avoid harm, he had to become an equal force; until his personal strength was sufficient, relying on major capitalists was the best choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winter break passed swiftly amid Louis’s busyness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because America’s winter break was short—only three weeks—school would resume by mid-to-late January.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new semester began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis went along, though he had no desire to attend school; to navigate America’s upper class in the future, he needed a prestigious university diploma and the right connections—it would make everything easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now that the Kanuo family had transitioned and urgently needed influence within its social stratum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arriving at school, he heard a shocking piece of news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former student council president, Kristina, had been murdered during the winter break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supposedly, it was revenge by a boy she and several friends had bullied in elementary school; the boy, raised by butchers, had bound them all and subjected them to cruel torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Injecting spider eggs, forcing them to eat cockroaches, sewing their mouths shut with needle and thread, gouging out eyes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When police discovered them, the scene was horrific beyond description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristina had Buxing  had her brain devoured by spiders and became a vegetable; when the news reached school, it drew little sympathy—even many students wanted to meet the butcher, asking how he’d done it, what he’d endured as a child to drive him to such Fengkuang  revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, they wanted to invite him for a column, preferably a TV interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the victims? Oh, may God bless you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Move aside, don’t block the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, vice president Rebecca had to take a leave of absence to care for her mother’s psychiatric treatment; no one knew when she’d return to class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And treasurer Patricia had also been affected: she was harassed by several hippies; her younger brother stormed out to teach them a lesson, but during the fight he fell down the stairs and became a vegetable; to better treat him, the family moved, and Patricia was naturally forced to transfer schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, three of the four main student council leaders had been incapacitated within a single month, leaving only the lone secretary, Nancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, many called Lakeview High’s student council cursed by an evil spirit—a place of ill omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, even Nancy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately I’ve had slight insomnia, went to the hospital, and the doctor said it was probably lack of rest—he prescribed some sleeping pills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy, pale and shadow-eyed, told Yulencar and Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the pills didn’t help—I’m getting worse. I wake up feeling like I didn’t sleep at all, and I often jolt awake at night. I think I need to see a bigger hospital. Before that, Yulencar, I’ll fulfill my promise and help you rise to power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulencar feigned concern: “You should really focus on your health first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already spoken to the principal—we’re holding a new election. Get ready. Use the materials I mentioned before, but the most important thing is support from the class representatives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, her voice grew fainter, her head drooping lower, then jerking up again—like a student nodding off in class, desperately fighting sleep but unable to resist its tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulencar frowned slightly—was it this severe? Was she about to drop dead suddenly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, you haven’t helped me rise yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, sitting beside Emma and pondering a difficult problem, studied Nancy closely—her eyes were dull, her breathing heavy, insomnia, waking startled at night—was she being haunted by a ghost? Or cursed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because of his mindset, Louis instinctively thought of the supernatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Nancy’s eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the amulet on Louis’s chest burned hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft golden light flickered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the golden light, Nancy suddenly woke up, blinking dazed eyes, gasping for breath, sweat pouring from her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I just fell asleep again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulencar nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy’s face turned ashen; she suspected she had some terminal illness—she’d read about this condition in scientific magazines: hypersomnia, unable to sleep at night, frequently startled awake, yet dropping off randomly during the day—this would devastate daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might die crossing the street, collapse mid-walk and be found dead by passersby, forget to turn off the gas while cooking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was this happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Yulencar’s gaze turned suspicious—she realized Nancy’s condition was unnatural. Was she really sick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the entire student council would be wiped out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the student council truly be cursed?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A yellow wooden pendant flew through the air and struck Nancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy looked up at Louis, confused—what did this mean? Yulencar, however, suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been cursed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis delivered a brutal blow to Nancy’s hopes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The amulet had glowed golden—of course she was cursed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy’s eyes widened; Louis was more powerful than any priest—his words carried authority. If he said so, then she must be cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could she ask Louis for help?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not skilled in breaking curses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis immediately followed with another blow, shattering her hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke the truth—the inheritance text contained no such knowledge; the only related content was about casting curses via “hitting little people”—could he use poison to counter poison?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy’s eyes dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Louis couldn’t help, this was truly terrible news—could she survive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you visited any graveyards? Or had any strange experiences recently?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy forced herself to stay alert and shook her head. “I haven’t traveled in years, never provoked anyone. The only odd thing was when I touched that severed hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since then, I’ve felt like I’ve forgotten something—but I can’t remember what.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing her account, Louis thought for a moment, then shook his head—he was powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This curse had vague clues and too little information; unless the curse revealed itself, investigating would take far too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had no desire to spend so much time on Nancy—he remembered what happened last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t blame her, but he wouldn’t show leniency either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t help. Take this amulet—it should protect you for a while. Come back and replace it when it cracks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy nodded, her emotions mixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a hand reached out before her—it was Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nancy stared in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Money. You don’t think this is free, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several U.S. bills were handed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he wasn’t short of money, business and charity were two different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Nancy left, her feelings a whirlwind, Yulencar turned to Louis. “When did you become so kind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t I a good person? I’ve never harmed the innocent. In secular terms, I’m a good man,” Louis explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Yulencar and Emma’s strange glances, Louis smiled. “Alright, honestly—I have many of these amulets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis reached into his pocket and pulled out five or six more, rattling them. “And I want to test whether I can sell them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the amulets, Louis’s eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one he’d just thrown was a low-grade version—he’d carved it from scrap material and offered it for only one day before the Old Man’s incense burner—it was his lowest-tier divine amulet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides this, he’d prepared three other versions: standard, deluxe, and luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a non-sale version, reserved only for himself and close ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d done this because, while planning the family’s development, he’d realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always thought of himself as a poor practitioner of the occult—but weren’t these divine amulets a resource?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shift your mindset: since this was modern America, business was the right path—even for the occult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could sell these amulets as goods, or trade them with mediums, priests, exorcists—profiting from arbitrage—could this finally lift him out of poverty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if sold commercially, the main customers would be America’s upper class—this would become a form of social investment, aiding the family’s smooth development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all this required research, planning, and market confirmation first; what if the upper class already had similar items and didn’t need them? Or what if they were desperate for them, but his strength was insufficient to protect them, inviting greed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many possibilities existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now he was just making samples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Yulencar’s eyes gleamed as she nodded repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had this kind of insight—Louis’s words made it instantly clear to her, and she asked an important question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How’s the output volume?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Average—about ten low-quality items per day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis gave this answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good enough. Rarity increases value; this way, we earn more favors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they chatted, they walked outside—it was mealtime, time to head to the school cafeteria. Emma trailed behind, looking bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could understand them, but couldn’t keep up with their train of thought—she wasn’t good at this kind of thing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the cafeteria, Yulunca suddenly froze. “Louis, do you think the Student Council is cursed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the complete annihilation of the Student Council was a bit too strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? Are you scared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, I just dislike doing pointless things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haha, don’t worry—they were just unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been to the Student Council before. Saw nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good,” said Yulunca. “After all this hard work, it’d be a shame if we couldn’t reach the top.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat down; Maria and Madison had already saved their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria had even gone ahead and served Louis a full plate, piled high. Beside her, Madison stared blankly—she couldn’t stand Maria’s sycophantic behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Louis had going for him was looks, strength, mystery, and money…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madison fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she thought about it, Louis really did seem pretty good…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned at Maria, wondering who was the real fool here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis glanced at Madison, lost in thought, then ignored her and ate his food loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His relationship with Madison hadn’t progressed much lately, thanks to how busy they’d been—but it was no longer as tense as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he didn’t know how to improve it. For now, he’d focus on getting some blood samples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Emma received a phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emma! Emma! I—I bought a puppet, and it moved!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end was Jiali, her voice filled with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Emma had originally asked Jiali to spy on Yulunca, the two had become friends and kept each other’s numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was the first time Jiali had called her voluntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2038,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ec204ba9bdb529dbd16152add99966618cdcdbdc33c462e1d1b8fe54d8aee68f","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-133","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-131",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]