[{"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-159":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},2273702,4441,"Chapter 159: Communicating with the God: The Trump Card Is Bitten","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-159",159,"\u003Cp>Haley’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis sat cross-legged, staring at the red wooden board in his hand, his gaze gloomy—he had encountered a powerful Native American high priest, coexisted peacefully, and even gained benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clearly a good thing, so why…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the chaotic script on it, Louis painfully pressed his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The text wasn’t any modern international language—it resembled a chaotic mix of some pictographs and ideographic symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could roughly guess what language it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mayan script and Aztec language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mayan script was pictographic and a true writing system, while Aztec language consisted of those ideographic symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was, although he had studied Mesoamerican civilizations, it was only superficial—he couldn’t possibly know their languages, not even their own people fully understood them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So here’s the issue: a divine inheritance tied to the gods lies right before you, yet you can’t read it—what’s the difference between a beautiful woman seductively lying on the ground and you suffering from kidney deficiency?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I go find Red?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this thought arose, Louis rejected it—simply because that person was too dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he could leverage W Company’s information and the Florida Native American tribe to pressure him, it was still too risky, and worse—he likely planned this deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the modern-style Barbie dolls in the doll shop and the interior design, it was clear this was a wise, Yushijujindelaozhe —a man who, having let Louis go and made a deal with him, wouldn’t deliberately make things harder by giving him this confusing artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the fact he presented this hybrid of Mayan and Aztec script must have another purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was his real intention?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered how he had always addressed him: “Mixed-blood Priest.” Priest…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s eyes lit up—he released his Yin Spirit power, letting it touch the red wooden board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the symbols on the board came alive, leaping automatically into his mind, bouncing and assembling themselves—Louis felt as if he had ingested Yunnan mushrooms, plunging into an entirely new world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Native American culture, harmony with nature was a discipline—even their names were deeply tied to nature: Running Deer, Soaring Eagle, Morning Sun, Wolf’s Heart, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially priests, who needed to communicate with the gods, had to be even more intertwined with nature; thus, their writing was largely an abstract depiction of natural phenomena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the mysterious power of priestly transmission, this formed the current state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, a flame gradually appeared between Louis’s brows; as the flame symbol solidified, the images in his mind transformed into scenes, pictographs sprouted limbs and began writing to each other, communicating—gradually, an abstract world came vividly alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s consciousness slowly understood everything within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis opened his eyes, his gaze still filled with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected the Native American priests’ method of communicating with the gods was so similar to ancient Chinese shamans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparation stage: incense burning, bathing, self-purification; preparing different offerings according to different deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Communication stage: ① Drink a potion made from certain herbs or fungi, then communicate through dance, drumming, chanting, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>② In a specific location, offer sacrifices and pray using the language taught by the deity to establish contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>③ Interpret different objects according to the deity’s nature—for example, the Fire God is understood by observing flame movement, or by reading the crack patterns on burned turtle shells…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the three primary methods of communicating with the gods; other methods were obscure, localized, and lacked universality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, there was one final method: the deity actively seeks you out to communicate—but even though Louis considered himself close to his godfather, his godfather had never initiated contact with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for Louis, he could only try these three conventional methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s try it—no idea if this method will work with my godfather, a Chinese deity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he couldn’t gather all the herbs and lacked the secret incantations, Louis chose the third method: he gathered a pile of firewood, placed it in the fireplace, and lit it, watching the flames burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stove, but there was a fireplace—could it work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the incense-burning and bathing rituals, Louis thought his relationship with his godfather might make them unnecessary, but out of respect, he still took a bath and changed clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the burning flames in the fireplace, Louis slowed his breathing, calmed his spirit, gradually entered meditation, and fixed his gaze on the flickering fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to align his spirit with the fire, following its method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Louis’s eyes grew vacant, reflecting the dancing flames—his spirit followed the fire’s bursts, drifts, rises, falls, and rhythmic pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a flame buried within golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he saw it, Louis understood—it was the Kitchen God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of warmth and familiarity radiated from it; Louis wanted to approach, but though it seemed near, it was in fact separated by ten thousand miles—utterly unreachable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis could only communicate with it in the vaguest terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stuttering… unclear meaning… difficult communication…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis felt a sharp pain in his brain, then withdrew from the divine communication state—his vision blurred slightly, his head heavy and foggy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis’s expression was slightly elated—he had indeed contacted his godfather; that was a major success!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, his godfather seemed bound by some restriction, unable to establish close contact—only vaguely conveying a message, something about quickly setting up an altar and recruiting disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exact reason, Louis didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That level was too high—he couldn’t possibly fathom it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, this divine communication wasn’t without reward: his godfather granted him a permission, allowing direct connection via a mark, eliminating the need for these cumbersome rituals as intermediaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Louis received the privilege of a divine child: one limited transmission of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this much was only possible because of the restriction—if not, it wouldn’t have been just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The power of a god—what level is it?” Louis murmured, a hint of doubt lingering in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were another renowned deity, Louis wouldn’t feel this way—but the Kitchen God…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His divine status was already from before the Qin and Han dynasties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever. Even so, he’s still stronger than me—definitely my strongest trump card. With this trump card, I won’t fear Red High Priest like before—why be greedy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After adding the last log to the fire, Louis rose and returned to his room to rest—he felt a terrible headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed onto the bed and fell into sleep immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long while, he slept well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haley, who had no school that day, sat at the dining table, slicing her steak while holding the phone between her chin and shoulder, speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really, Uncle? You got Regina’s autographed photo? Awesome! Uncle, you’re so cool! I love you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end, Louis’s lip twitched—he watched Haley, face blank, speaking with youthful exuberance, her voice even slightly squeaky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene reminded Louis of those online videos where a cute anime-girl voice came from behind a Qiaobiluo or a grubby man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, he felt nauseous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Yeah, yeah, we’ll meet at the usual place. I’ll have the money ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haley glanced at Louis, voice flat, “Just acting—really? And isn’t this what you taught me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. You did great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Jeff is hooked. Time to reel him in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of brutality passed through Haley’s eyes—she had played the prey long enough, her patience nearly gone. Good thing this incompetent hunter had no patience either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I’ve prepared everything on my end. We can start anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Jiali never looked up, steadily slicing her steak and placing it in her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haley, dressed in red, skipped merrily like Little Red Riding Hood toward a standalone house—waiting for her was a wolf disguised as a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis and Jiali drove to a blind spot; in the backseat sat a bearded giant, round-faced, wearing white socks, black-rimmed glasses, standing one meter eighty-five tall with a muscular frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, are you serious about what you just said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked cautiously, barely believing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Someone will assist you shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis replied casually, eyes on the house—in truth, he thought they should just storm in, grab him, and torture him—why go through all this trouble? But since he was helping, and Haley had paid, he’d let her have her way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consider it a custom service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead. You can enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw a naked man, only wearing underwear, tied to a large table, staring at Haley with a look of grievance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haley, wearing gloves, watched as the syringe filled with liquid, tapped it to expel air, appearing every bit the professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a drug that temporarily disables your male function and weakens your muscles. Don’t worry—it has lasting side effects. Even after the drug wears off, it will cause irreversible damage to your kidneys and testicles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something they don’t teach in chemistry class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He doesn’t look like a good student—why explain this to him? Just inject him directly. Experience is better than words.” Louis walked over, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hayley, please, I swear it wasn’t me—I just know Tang Na.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, I’ve put all my money in my wallet—the card passwords are… please, let me go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeff pleaded with a terrified expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis glanced at him; the fluctuations of his soul exposed everything—he was lying outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Hayley. “Looks like you failed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. His mouth is tough, but I found his box—lots of photos inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Photos? Where? Let me see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis opened the box, glanced at the so-called photos, and his eyebrows twitched sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Jeff, still shouting, Louis said nothing—he held the photos before Jeff’s eyes, flipping them one by one. Jeff’s voice gradually faded, yet he still refused to admit killing Tang Na: “I was just friends with her, I swear!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These photos are from my performance art—art, it’s art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really are a purebred pervert, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hayley could no longer bear it—she plunged the needle in directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis turned to the burly man with a round face and bushy beard, who was barely holding back. “He’s yours now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe, baby, I’ll be gentle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big man chuckled lewdly as he crept closer, his fingers twitching restlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis pulled Xiang Jiali away from the scene. “Good kids don’t watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Jiali frowned. “Louis, I’m not a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, you’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Jiali was furious but didn’t know what to say—she just sulked alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the screams grew louder with time, mixed with bursts of loud laughter—unsettling to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Hayley stepped out—Louis was slightly surprised. “Why are you out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hayley shot Louis a glare and refused to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the screams faded into sobs, Louis and Hayley entered. As for Xiang Jiali? She stayed by the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight inside was grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeff sat huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around himself, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably—a man now acting like a frightened girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man, however, looked relaxed, gently stroking Jeff’s face with a look almost dripping with pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shuddered and quickly shooed the bearded man away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned and looked at Jeff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now—do you admit it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I—I don’t know, really, it wasn’t me!” Jeff’s voice was high-pitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with pain and sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad people lie—his soul doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stubborn fool.” Louis uttered a term they didn’t understand. Then, “Alright, it’s clearly not you. I’m very sorry; here’s compensation—see you next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis placed a card down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Hayley walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Louis and Hayley leave, Jeff’s eyes grew vacant. Moments later, he seemed to snap back—his expression twisted into malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hobbled painfully to the phone—of course, he didn’t call the police. He dialed an unknown number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to kill two people. Don’t tell me no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve given you so many girls—if you can’t handle this small request, I’ll call the cops!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other side agreed. Jeff’s tension eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, he dialed a second number. “I got the news on Sheire Company—and I even got their weight-loss drug. But I have conditions—I want the newspaper to help me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’ll mail you the stuff. All I want is for you to find that bearded bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making both calls, Jeff pulled a glass jar from a cabinet and began laughing maniacally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re all going to die. All of you. Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeff’s face froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2109,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c150706471a89c6c19841e2c33f5a0439422ebc6286fc5fe3d59ba97b30da8a9","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-160","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-158",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]