[{"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-135":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},2273678,4441,"Chapter 135: The Rule of Good and Evil: Fennley, the Horse Spirit, and Jiali","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>Looking at the little thing, Louis muttered, “Maybe I should just burn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, flames blazed up in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley panicked, dropped to his knees with a sharp slap, then began banging his head on the floor—bang, bang, bang—before clasping his hands together, lifting his head, and shaking it frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear he was begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this display, Louis sighed, and the fire in his hand grew larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Fennley opened his mouth wide, eyes bulging as if stunned by the reason—then his head lolled sideways and he collapsed onto the floor, apparently fainted from terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s expression grew even more grim. After all that effort, this was all he got? For a moment, he truly wanted to burn the thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm mind, calm mind… don’t waste it, don’t waste it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After quickly calming himself, Louis decided to take this thing for testing—see if it could actually do anything. If it truly failed, he’d train it a bit; at least it could serve as a servant, and maybe someday it’d reveal some hidden power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, get up. If you don’t get up, I’ll burn you right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet immediately rolled over and sat upright, staring straight at Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, Guoran , pretending to be dead again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, follow me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley obediently trailed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at a room where test subjects had already been arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gang traitor, a death-row inmate, and a gambler—none of them good people. This was typical of Louis’s underground base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, fight them. If you win, you won’t be burned—you can follow me. If you lose…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis didn’t finish, but Fennley nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley marched in cheerfully, feeling this would be easy. Killing? He wasn’t unfamiliar with it. These three weren’t like that little girl or that fire man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should be easy to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the room, Louis watched through a large bulletproof glass pane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Louis raised an eyebrow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Fennley’s speed and strength were nothing like before at Jiali’s house. A small dagger appeared from nowhere—he dodged, attacked, circled—his movements flowed like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just five minutes, he killed all three scumbags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was tripped and fell onto the dagger, impaling himself. The other two—one was strangled, the other had his testicles crushed, then had his throat slit with the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficiency, cunning, strength, speed—it was a world apart from before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace of the little waste remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what a horror movie puppet was supposed to look like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stroked his chin. “Interesting. Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis prepared other test subjects and began testing them step by step, categorized by type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After killing nine people total, Louis reached a conclusion: this thing had decent intelligence, an inherently evil nature, loved killing—but alongside that nature was a rule: it only gained power when killing evil people. When facing good people, it became a comical, childish farce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also had a hidden trait: the more evil the target, the stronger its power became. Otherwise, its child-sized wooden body could never have killed so many evil people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how much its power would increase against extremely evil opponents, but he assumed there was a limit—otherwise, it wouldn’t be so terrified of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, its strength was definitely far beyond ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, it was useless against spirit entities—even frightened by evil spirits. Hmm, from this, it was still a coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least it wasn’t useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could serve as a watchdog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, put it with the scarecrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis quickly drafted an unequal contract and tossed it before Fennley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley seemed to understand. He studied the contract carefully—then suddenly jumped up, waving his limbs as if angrily protesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flame ignited between Louis’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley froze, then obediently lay down and signed his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sat slumped on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling light, as if his life had lost all hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis brushed off the contract and smiled. “Good. From now on, you’re my employee. Term: forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salary? What are you thinking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You little troublemaker!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t sparing your life already your salary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, I’ll introduce you to your coworkers—and the places you can’t enter. Of course, if you want to go in anyway, fine. It won’t be me getting torn apart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis brought Fennley upstairs, near the prison, and snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rustling sound arose. Fennley looked around warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bushes parted, and a crude, terrifying-looking scarecrow stepped out, bowing to Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is your coworker. You can call him Scarecrow—or Earth Guardian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fennley, seeing this scarecrow clearly far stronger than himself, nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He watches above, you watch below. If anyone hostile enters, attack immediately. If you can capture, capture. If not, kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both monsters were sentient beings. Once explained, making them distinguish targets wasn’t hard. The only problem? Their evil natures might cause trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis had no concern about that. If they disobeyed, burn them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d signed soul-sale contracts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis picked up Fennley and returned to the underground base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tossing Fennley into a corner, Louis headed toward another area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t come to the underground base just to train this little thing—he had real business to attend to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practicing the Divine Horse-Speed Technique required killing two horses and absorbing their horse spirits. The quality of the horses determined the technique’s upper limit. Though he wanted to use the souls of other mystical creatures, he lacked sufficient accumulation—he hadn’t captured any yet—so he settled for second best: bought two superior-quality stallions from the stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, the final of the Three Curses—the Middle Harm Curse—was nearly complete. This curse was the most genuinely “curse-like” of the three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Middle Harm Curse focused on stealth, neurotoxins, torment, harm, and poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, he needed to find a yin-sha location to cultivate the special Spirit-Eye Technique. Once these two techniques were complete, all current transmissions in the inheritance book would be fully practiced—and new transmissions would appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Louis’s cultivation goal for this period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing these, Louis felt Emma should be able to cultivate internal qi and condense her yin essence—then the breakthrough opportunity would arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh, plenty to do. But this immersive cultivation feels fulfilling. Perfect for settling down and preparing for the Yin Spirit breakthrough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis looked at the two sleek, glossy-coated stallions brought before him, patted their heads. “Sorry. I’ll give you a quick death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disliked torturing animals with whom he had no grudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching a professional horse-killing video, he began his procedure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, everything was prepared: yellow talismans, cinnabar, night-bright powder, peach wood ash, sedatives, verbal soothing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a soul-calming bell, he had to use sedatives as substitute. Otherwise, if the horses suffered too much, their struggles and resentment might ruin the ritual. In ancient times, similar rituals often used pain-relieving herbs to soothe the spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting! Ting! Ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis rubbed a long and a short blade against each other, producing a sharp metallic screech. Both blades had been verified by criminals—absolutely sharp, capable of instant death without pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, with a flash of blade-light, the two horses let out a single cry—and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horse blood slowly soaked into the peach wood ash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Louis took the puppet away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali’s home did not return to calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret remained in a daze all afternoon, muttering incessantly, “Technology? Demon? Technology? Demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the puppet had shaken her spirit severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali worried, but could do nothing. She prepared dinner, made sure her mother ate, washed her, led her to her room, confirmed her mother was only muttering and not seriously harmed, cleaned the house, then returned to her own room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the door to her room, Jiali stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the hole in the door, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, the sudden events had left no time to think deeply. Now, in calm, she noticed something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet might’ve been silly, but it certainly couldn’t fly out on its own and smash a hole in the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how did the hole get there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali frowned deeply, recalling the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, she hesitantly raised her right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if activating some invisible force, the door suddenly flew open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her hand—waved it—the door closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waved it—the door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back and forth, Jiali felt a strange joy, smiling with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She entered her room and played with this power, making stationery, pillows, and other light objects float and drift in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cough came from the living room; Jiali jolted in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling and clattering!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything suspended in midair fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiali? What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, I accidentally knocked over the desk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, be careful. Come here a moment—I need to talk to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali quickly gathered up all the scattered items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped out of the room and saw her mother drinking water; seeing Jiali, she waved her over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali sat on the worn-out sofa, which immediately groaned and felt lumpy beneath her—there was no choice; this sofa was an old hand-me-down from her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, their family had always been financially strained. Without a father, and no child support from him, they relied solely on Margaret’s income. But Margaret wasn’t a college graduate—she was just an ordinary, unofficial, unrecognized nun who had been expelled from her former church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with her extreme personality, she could only earn meager wages by working odd jobs at burger joints and serving tables at restaurants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that wasn’t stable—she often got fired for causing trouble. Thanks to government welfare, Jiali had been able to attend school at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at her mother, Jiali felt a foreboding stir in her chest. “Mom, what’s wrong? You should rest more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret shook her head. Her daughter’s concern brought her slight comfort, but she still had to say it: “Jiali, we have to move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali opened her mouth slightly; her foreboding came true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, can’t we stay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! This place is under the Devil’s watch. We can’t stay here—we’ll be tempted and betray God.” Margaret spoke with rising agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali refused to accept it. “Mom, that’s just an illusion. There’s no moving doll. There’s no demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! There is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret stood up. “Do you think I’m senile? That doll was moving! And besides that doll, there’s a demon in this house!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed toward Louis’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for who this demon was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, it was Emma—the one who had drenched her and taken photos to blackmail her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her eyes, Emma was a little demon escaped from Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali looked disappointed. “Mom, I don’t want to leave. I have friends here. I don’t want to be alone again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret had been about to scold her, but seeing Jiali’s eyes, her heart softened, and she revealed another reason: “We’re out of money, Jiali.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I lost my job at the burger place today. Every day, it’s filled with immoral men and women—showing off their thighs, their chests, like demons tempting others. I have to serve these demons every day—I want to throw up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali listened without reaction; she was used to it. This was exactly why they had moved so often before, and why they’d only stayed here over four years—she was already surprised they’d lasted this long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The government cut our monthly welfare. We don’t have enough money anymore, Jiali.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at her silent daughter, Margaret added, “I’ll rent an apartment on the next block. It’s not far from here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali finally nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had to move, at least it wasn’t far—and there was no other choice. She couldn’t demand more from her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it hurt. Would she no longer see Emma or Louis every day?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, when are we moving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a few days. Let’s pack up first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali returned silently to her room and lay on her bed, staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy of gaining her supernatural ability had vanished, replaced only by uncertainty about the future and sorrow over losing her friends—and her crush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Louis… Emma…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2010,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4b2fee3a4df919a3f80884cf1c2faf2c1d8a72b30637909aae63830d4b78fdea","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-136","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-134",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]