[{"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-171":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},2273714,4441,"Chapter 171: Minel Sect: Abalam","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-171",171,"\u003Cp>Previously, when questioning that heretic, Louis had already learned the exact location and leader of their sect from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to him, the Minel Sect was merely a small sect, with many members being locals from Efanwu Village, who revered the lewd demon Abalam and served him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Correct, the demon’s name is Abalam, not Minel; the reason their sect is called Minel instead of Abalam is naturally for secrecy, and Minel is the name of their sect’s founder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of caution toward his adversary, Louis had already investigated the name Abalam—but found nothing; clearly, this was an obscure demon with no record in any public texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His favorite pastime was luring pure youths to corruption, so Louis referred to him simply as the Lewd Demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, this sect had repeatedly attempted to summon him, but achieved no success—until a few months ago, when their leader obtained a mysterious artifact from occult lore and performed the summoning ritual once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And miraculously, Abalam responded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, they began gathering young girls, seeking a suitable vessel to perform the ritual and bring the demon into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jeff was one such supplier of materials; in fact, the men originally sent to deal with him had intended to kill him to silence him, as he was emotionally unstable and had threatened to expose them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the demon Abalam gave guidance: Jeff must not die; they must find the killer instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the full story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A small sect, with its stronghold in this village—its strength won’t be great. But what are the summoning conditions for this demon? Just pure young girls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the heretic held a moderately high rank, he could not access such core secrets; just revealing the meeting location and time was already more than he could offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, Louis was here to eliminate the threat—knowing the location and time was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiali, let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two began asking locals for directions, while Louis kept his spiritual eyes open, observing these people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, when he questioned one of them, that person’s soul trembled—lying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, over there—it’s mostly uninhabited, just a small farm. I think it’s the Switz family? Do you need to see them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat woman smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis returned a polite smile. “No, we’re just strolling. We heard the farms here grow exceptionally well, so we’re curious to take a look. You know—nothing matters more than food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, food is vital!” The woman’s gaze lingered repeatedly on Jiali, growing even warmer. “I strongly recommend you go there—its farm is the best in the entire village. You’ll be satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your cooperation,” Louis said, then led Jiali away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them leave, the fat woman’s expression instantly changed. She dialed a phone. “...Yes, that’s the place. One of them is a girl—remember...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, she shook her head. “You’re asking for death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the roadside, Jiali suddenly spoke. “Louis, she’s lying to us—and she harbors malice toward me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Louis smirked slightly, glancing back at the shop. \"She's an informant for the sect—she's already alerted her superiors. As for her hostility toward you... hehe, because you're a pure young girl, she sees you as a target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali nodded, asking no further questions. As long as Louis understood, that was enough. She only feared he might be deceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Louis had deliberately alerted them, she didn’t understand—and didn’t care to wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis walked forward, asking questions along the way, and soon arrived at their destination: a small farm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he identified eleven or twelve people on that street with suspicious souls. The heretic had been right—this place was indeed their stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the religious atmosphere here was thick, yet filled with many new sects and chaotic beliefs—perhaps explaining why this sect had emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the farm’s stable, a farce was unfolding: a pale, emaciated white girl lay on the ground. Hearing movement, she twisted her head—suddenly turning it halfway around, an impossible motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a suit entered, followed by others filming with cameras, as if making a documentary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton stared at the girl, clutching a crucifix—he was in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came from a family of priests, three generations in a row, and he too was one—but he did not believe in God. Both God and demons stemmed from the same legend; if you believed in God, you had to believe in demons. Yet upon investigation, he found most so-called demons were either frauds or mental illnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None were real!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had even been killed during exorcisms. To shatter this lie, he selected one of the many desperate letters sent to him and decided to make a documentary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... since arriving here, everything had turned strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was simple: treating a girl who’d been locked in her home for two years, possibly suffering psychological issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed procedure: pulled out his ancestral book, listing over a hundred demons and monsters, randomly picked one named Abalam, and began the exorcism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he pretended to be possessed, shouted prayers, then triggered the crucifix’s hidden mechanism to produce smoke—this was considered a successful exorcism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fulfilled his role as a psychologist, calming the girl’s extremist father, persuading him to take her to a hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything proceeded smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then things went wrong. The girl began acting bizarrely: strangling cats, slashing her brother’s mouth, wandering at night emitting infantile cries. These terrifying acts seemed to confirm possession. Her father decided to shoot his own daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other option, he proposed one more exorcism to save her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the girl’s eerie expression, he wavered. Could it be... that demons truly existed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no turning back. He had to press on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the crucifix and began reciting the Lord’s prayer—this time, he followed the ritual exactly, using no deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the girl’s face twisted into a grotesque snarl. Her body jerked violently, her upper torso bending as if breaking, floating midair, toes only touching the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked exactly like... possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t believe I exist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl spoke in a hoarse voice, laughing eerily at Cotton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” Cotton’s face dripped with sweat. Could it truly be a demon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, Abalam. Human, remember my name: Abalam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abalam?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t that the name I randomly picked from the book?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could think, the girl spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I’ll make a wager: if you can stay silent for ten seconds, I’ll leave this girl’s body. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton had no choice: “Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl immediately broke one of her fingers—as if feeling no pain—still laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without giving Cotton time to hesitate, she snapped a second finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Cotton couldn’t help shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha! You lost, human!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, this body is mine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Demon! You won’t succeed!” The girl’s father, Switz, raised his hunting rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! No! No!” Cotton immediately pressed down the rifle’s muzzle. “She’s your daughter—you can’t do this! This is murder—it’s illegal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, she’s not my daughter anymore. She’s a demon. If I don’t kill her, my daughter will suffer even greater pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is no demon! It’s all fake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, you still don’t believe I exist.” The girl, now split-legged and pressed flat to the ground, stuck out her tongue teasingly at Cotton. “Shall I give you a special service? To prove I’m a demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton froze. “Special service? Do you even know what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a test. Could a sheltered girl, confined at home by her father, truly know anything about sex?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously not. But could the Lewd Demon Abalam not know sex? Ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, how would you answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, the girl froze, then clutched her head in agony, trembling violently as if having a seizure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton exhaled in relief. This was clearly a mental illness—where was the demon? I really scared myself this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See, Switz? Your daughter likely suffers from schizophrenia. How could a Lewd Demon not know about sex? Also, your daughter is pregnant—the town doctor confirmed it over the phone. You’ve shown no care for her at all.” Cotton scolded Switz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take her home immediately. Rest. Then see a psychiatrist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switz lowered his rifle, face flushed with shame. “So that’s it? I’m sorry. After their mother died of cancer two years ago, their minds became unstable. I never realized mine had too—I missed all this. I’m a terrible father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, Father Cotton. We’ve troubled you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar cut through their conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl, Nuel, who had been writhing in pain, now wore a ferocious expression, staring at a direction as if seeing something that terrified her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spun around, climbed the wall like a spider, and darted out with uncanny agility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switz stared in horror. “No! That’s a demon! That was a trick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It deceived us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his rifle again and fired at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the girl, agile as a spider, had already escaped the stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father Cotton, you’re useless! You faithless fraud!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Switz cursed, raising his rifle and chasing after her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton stood frozen, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1515,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b679d8fde7a689d2d41d9fc926078bbb2f593cfdbfdcdfd0a12d3568c7555921","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-172","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-170",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]