[{"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-14":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},2273557,4441,"Chapter 14: Brutal Correction!","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>Emma covered her face and suddenly turned to run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis did not chase after her; he merely watched coldly, for everything was already under his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis looked at his own palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Emma ran into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, damn, damn…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, I will definitely get revenge on you, get revenge on you, I will kill you, I will make you regret it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tree branches swept across her body, bringing sharp stings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma paid no attention to these now; her mind raced frantically, thinking of how to get back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No direct confrontation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frame him? Set him up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis isn't an adult; some tactics won't work on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassinate him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He has no hobbies, doesn’t like going out, no opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison him? No, I still want him to feel despair and fear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, Louis once said his family was unusual, so he couldn’t go back—then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sinister plan took shape in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, she hadn’t realized she still hadn’t escaped the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when she tripped over a tree root did she finally snap out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She… seemed lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky darkened gradually; cold wind howled through the woods like venomous snakes slithering through the gaps in her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively hugged her arms, hid behind a tree, and began screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The empty, dense forest now held not a single living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky finally plunged into darkness; she was cold and hungry, forcing herself forward, yet now she was like a headless fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up, trying to find Polaris as science magazines described, but the sky was choked with clouds—nothing visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh～ huh～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shivered uncontrollably; this cold was something she had never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, darkness swallowed everything; she could see nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle… rustle…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cowered like a bird startled by a bowstring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she finally feared—she wanted to go home, to a warm room, to her father’s dinner, to someone talking to her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Louis, that bastard, would do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to cry, but then a wolf’s shadow flashed through the bushes—those green eyes confirmed she hadn’t imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clamped her hand over her mouth, silent as stone, yet her eyes turned red with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So scared, so scared, so scared, don’t want to die, don’t want to die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf spotted her, lunged, bit down hard on her arm, blood gushing, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screaming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gale blew; Emma flailed wildly, tears and snot streaming, her arm ruined—no, she was dying, so painful, so painful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, suddenly, the pain lessened; when she opened her eyes, all was blank—no trees, no wild wolf, only Louis’s cold face and an endless cliff overlooking the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately touched her arm—unharmed—but the pain still felt real, her arm throbbing with phantom agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I didn’t die? No wolf?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really want to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s voice came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis looked at her with contempt, pointing at her face and the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma froze, instinctively touching her face—only sticky fluid: snot and tears…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And below, a damp stain darkened the rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis instinctively raised his hand, but seeing her face, he lowered it with disgust, then kicked her—Emma instantly stopped screaming, frantically wiping herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“L-Louis, is it you again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? I didn’t even provoke you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma, now a muddy mess, stared at Louis with fear and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ask me why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you see how wrong your behavior is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma shook her head blankly, then realized what Louis meant—“So you’re punishing me? What’s that got to do with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shook his head. “Heh, just say I couldn’t stand the sight of you. This is merely treatment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—the treatment happens daily. Unless I see results, I’ll send you to the electric chair before I leave. Oh, by the way, what color electric chair do you prefer? Or what death method do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drown like an orange cat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Break your neck like Emilia?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or do you want to fall like you just imagined?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take your time. Think. Choose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be watching you. Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis walked up to her, smiling, and patted her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma shuddered violently, trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Louis as if he were a blazing demon of pure evil, reprimanding a lowly little demon like herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the sea wind howled; two children, seven or eight years old, both wore expressions that sent a chill down the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I understand. I’ll change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke in a faint voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she still knew fear, knew how to submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis sneered, utterly disbelieving her lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If antisocial evil children were this easy to fix, human biology would have made a giant leap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re not genetically irreversible anomalies, even children born with innate evil can be partially corrected through nurture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like so-called XXY males—they’re similar to evil children, just more prone to rage and emotional instability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But future studies have proven XXY males can be guided postnatally to gain emotional control; by adulthood, they can behave nearly normally, only easily provoked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Emma—someone born without reverence for life, indifferent to others—she needs animal-taming-style beatings and mental forging: artificial prohibitions and rules must be imposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the perfected Pulling Cotton Technique can achieve exactly this: tormenting her spirit without leaving a single physical mark—invisible, undetectable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the pitiful Emma, Louis pointed to one side, telling her to wash her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the sound, Melo stumbled to his feet, following them step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a duckling blindly trailing its mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to the school’s small grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis then released his control over Melo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to say, the perfected Pulling Cotton Technique is, to some extent, a true single-target illusion! Highly practical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only problem: optimal results still require drugs, and for adults or those with strong wills, the effect would be greatly diminished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if this technique were truly powerful, it wouldn’t have been reduced to child trafficking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, it’s sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis watched with a smile as Melo, still dazed, returned to his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Emma, head bowed, silent and obedient, and smiled. “Come on. I look forward to your next performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1060,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fc60bc175caeea6603d7c9e23e4768e5a149dbe2df016ccd882e7eb8f1171c69","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-15","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-13",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]