[{"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-149":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},2273692,4441,"Chapter 149: Escape? Sacrifice Administration","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-149",149,"\u003Cp>A phone call from his grandfather plunged Louis into despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This matter clearly won’t end easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand, Grandfather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Regardless, the family will protect you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s eyes flashed with cold light—this was the helplessness a sorcerer faced against a collective. Didn’t ancient sorcerers dare not strike against dynasties? Yet plenty of troublemakers emerged in the dynasties’ final days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing all of America, he likely had no direct means of resistance now—but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether to flee, let’s first see what level of people arrive next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis felt no resistance—he was no longer a passionate youth. In traditional tales, which rogue sorcerer hadn’t been chased by mortals before rising? But in the end, they all paid a heavy price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-ding-ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone rang again—this time from his second uncle at the upper prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Louis made his preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orlando Police Department’s phones had been overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief scratched his head, making call after call to reassure the other side, “Yes, yes, don’t worry—our forces are more than sufficient. We’ve already dispatched personnel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Although the apartment didn’t purchase fire services, per the governor’s orders, we still had the fire department extinguish the blaze. We’ve already identified the cause.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? The Administration?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief’s expression changed—he’d wondered why the governor had suddenly taken interest, even allocated funds to put out a fire in a building without fire service. Now he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—it was clearly tied to a supernatural event, and the disturbance was so massive it broke the unwritten rules. No wonder the Administration stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now these bastards are coming…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief’s face darkened—he’d heard rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Orlando was about to bleed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bastards might be capable, but their reputation for taking and consuming everything was well-known among local officials, especially these field agents—they were like hyenas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when an uncontainable supernatural event occurs, the Administration’s temporary authority supersedes theirs—it’s a White House-signed document. He had no legal grounds to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant, when they arrived, control wouldn’t be in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest Administration field agents had already departed before he even got the call—they were probably nearly there by now. After all, their authority during such events…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief’s face twitched. “Sacrifice Administration…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began calling his subordinates and local capitalists he was close to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visible flames had been extinguished, but residual fires still occasionally burst from cracks. Fires in such buildings were hard to fully put out quickly—they could only keep dousing, trying to saturate the materials and render combustibles inert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five military Humvees, with arrogant ferocity, smashed through the police cordon and charged in, skidding to a stop with tires smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police officers’ faces flushed with anger—they were about to teach these bastards American iaido when the chief halted them. This chief happened to be the female chief who had investigated Jiali’s school incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened and closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out stepped over twenty armed soldiers, plus five middle-aged men and women in black suits and black sunglasses—clearly posing. On their chests hung nameplates reading “Sacrifice Administration,” abbreviated SA.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief walked over. Though the chief had called, she still couldn’t resist giving them a warning—she began her sarcastic tone: “SA? What organization are you? So impressive? Did the White House find out about this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the five in black suits glanced at her dismissively and stayed behind. “Chief, if you can’t speak properly, then shut your mouth. Listen to me—talking nonsense isn’t your strength, unless you’re Black.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, that’s racial discrimination!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, same thing: you’re not Black—so it doesn’t apply…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three of the other four in black suits had already entered the apartment with soldiers, holding devices like compasses, scanning everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining one stayed on the street, accompanied by two soldiers, scanning the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the street made a discovery—beneath the massive stone sphere, there was an anomalous reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tick-tick-tick…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His device emitted a pale red alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke into his radio: “Captain, we’ve found something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain, still discussing Black privileges with the female chief, nodded. “Apologies, ma’am, I’ve got work to do. Maybe we can have a drink after shift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in black shrugged and walked to the stone sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quickly, his sharp eyes spotted a keratinous layer beneath it. “Hey, look what I found.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched it with tweezers and placed it in a glass jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not a vampire. Not a Wendigo. A demon? Or some other aberration?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain rubbed his chin. Based on his experience, corpses of this kind that caused such a disturbance were usually powerful physical entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the radio crackled: “Captain, Captain—we’ve found a ritual! Found a ritual!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! Heretical cult again? Those bastards deserve hell! Shit!” The captain grew visibly irritated and agitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companion’s face darkened too. Why? Because they’d handled too many heretical cult cases—these things were numerous, messy, and always left traces. Cleaning up was a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might end up spending another week in psychological detox and observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the two rushed into the apartment with soldiers, watching the occasional sparks spewing from corner cracks. “Fire? Did they really summon a demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain’s expression hardened. He hurried upstairs, pulling out a black-gold pistol, checking the magazine—each bullet inside looked strangely unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he reached the top floor. His first sight was a pentagram drawn on the floor. Though crudely drawn and unorthodox, the candle placements and bloodstains matched their usual style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it lay a dried corpse, drained of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a team member handed him a jar of green powder, he stared at it. “Processed… moth powder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the resident information?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We checked. It was a building owned by two brothers, but in early February this year, ownership suddenly transferred to a woman. Investigation shows she’s an illegal Mexican immigrant who bribed the committee and used a women’s mutual aid banner to recruit tenants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We haven’t finished yet, but none of the recruited tenants have been located.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The more I hear, the more it sounds like a heretical cult sacrifice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this dried corpse—it’s confirmed to be the Mexican woman. But why did she die this way? Looks like a vampire’s bite, but the tooth marks don’t match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another team member added, “In the basement room, we found traces of the Mothman. The furnishings and food match Mothman behavioral patterns exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain’s eye twitched. Mothman—a rare aberration. Now it was involved too. This was getting complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go downstairs. See if there are other clues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, they found police gathered in one spot. The female chief approached. “Here’s the tenant list. Also, behind the building we found a mass grave—full of female skeletons. All missing tenants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Additionally, some bones are missing. The owner of those missing bones—I’ve personally encountered her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain’s brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female chief pointed solemnly at the name on the list: Jiali.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. I think I know what happened.” The captain sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the state machinery activated. Information on the Mexican woman’s relatives, recent movements, and Jiali’s details emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Louis’s vehicle—America might have sparse surveillance, but it wasn’t nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. We need to pay them a visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rebirth Prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Humvees and one police car pulled up to the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain stared at his device—buzzing urgently, its deep red lights flashing—and fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this some gathering place of demons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he dared not approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the surrounding bushes, strands of straw spread across the ground. A pair of pitch-black eyes watched them from the foliage, scythe ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain? Aren’t we going in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teammate looked puzzled. In past operations, when facing capitalists hiding incriminating evidence, they always stormed in to deliver a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s different this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain fell silent for a moment. “Don’t go in yet. Call them first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in gold-rimmed glasses, elegant and refined, emerged with a group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men behind him were all tall and muscular, radiating a murderous aura—they clearly had killed before, carrying batons and handguns, with massive, drooling guard dogs at their feet; in the rear, some even held submachine guns!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, my friend, you’ve come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asen  eagerly stepped forward, gripping the captain’s hand; the captain instantly slipped into character, becoming just as warm, and the two spoke as if they were old friends reunited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they were ushered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once inside, the captain’s device began beeping louder and more urgently; Asen  glanced over, “What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain’s mouth twitched wildly, “Nothing—there are too many idiots in the department, all of them useless, just coming to me. You know how it is—subordinates are like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he quietly turned off the device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1479,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","81d9ade82cda7406c92c8d8d18131079c1fd97686d2dd4743b70ba4f50d2f6bb","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-150","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-148",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]