[{"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-210":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},2273753,4441,"Chapter 210","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-210",210,"\u003Cp>“This is John and Mia—they’re the ones harassed by that demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both smiled awkwardly, Mia still holding the child in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ed surveyed them briefly, found nothing unusual, then walked aside with Perez to begin talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the two began arguing fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They argued because, while they agreed on reporting the incident to the Church, they disagreed on what to do about Louis, who had taken the demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they had diverged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ed didn’t want to report what he had learned, but Perez refused—he wanted to submit a full report on everything that had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed no information related to this event could be concealed, or it would mislead the Church and cause harmful consequences; moreover, that man had taken the demon and must be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ed couldn’t convince him, so they remained at odds, arguing back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their loud voices successfully disrupted the concealment spell Louis had left behind, drawing the attention of nearby police.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Stop right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warning you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the police instantly draw their guns, everyone turned pale and reacted correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised their hands while speaking to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dared not make any move to pull out anything or run—after all, the situation in America was unique; police were always on edge, especially during major cases, and no one knew if the other side was armed, risking a chaotic gunfight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ed reluctantly raised his hands, glanced at Perez, still furious, and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Lin, it seems we have to contact the Church.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Lin, who had been rubbing her eyes all along, nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, police cars arrived and took all of them back to the station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This incident was too big; though the internet wasn’t highly developed, information still leaked out, even though the Bureau, possessing America’s most advanced technology, had intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on the local police department was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizens didn’t care whether this was a natural disaster—they only knew they had been threatened, and the police they paid taxes to had failed to protect them, choosing to flee—even faster than they did!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Ed’s group, appearing at the disaster site and acting suspiciously, was clearly a perfect target to divert attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the firefighters arrived, water cannons were set up, foam deployed, and vast quantities of liquid began pouring into the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they poured the liquid, a dark shadow flickered through the water, drifting along with it toward the sewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Louis struggled cunningly to imprison Marduk’s avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side of the world’s space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In modern society, scientists had many theories and studies on space: dimensional worlds, parallel worlds, otherworlds, alternate dimensions…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were countless of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were correct; others were pure fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell was very close to their theories of dimensional worlds and otherworlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the world were described as a pair of twins, then Hell and the mortal realm were such a pair; as for Heaven, Mount Olympus, and other “divine realms,” they were massive alternate spaces carved out from the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, Hell, no smaller than the mortal realm, contained countless “divine realms” from mythologies: the Underworld, Hell, the River Styx, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the mortal realm, where God had wiped out most pantheons, Hell was far more chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a constant cycle: you finish your performance, I take the stage; fortune turns endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, it’s my turn, King Hades dominates; tomorrow, it’s Hel; the day after, Osiris…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no true King of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until God’s favorite angel, the Morning Star, led one-third of the angels in rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satan—the Enemy of God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucifer gained the title of Satan and led the demons born from one-third of the angels to conquer vast stretches of Hell, subjugating other mythological underworlds; though he fell short of God’s grand achievement, it was no small feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the title “Satan,” once applicable to any being opposing God, became to some extent his exclusive designation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pandemonium—or, the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a pitch-black land burning with black flames stood a colossal palace spanning countless miles; at every moment, countless minor demons and demon-bloods carried materials to build, expand, and modify the palace complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overseers of these slaves were the legion under Mammon, one of the Demon Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying, pitch-black, horned beast with a bull’s head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a bull-blooded demon, descended from the Minotaur of Greek myth, transformed over a thousand years in Hell into a full demon-blood, serving as a laborer in this palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carried stone pillars into the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, tiny demons, barely over a meter tall, used sharp teeth and claws to carefully polish crystals into ceilings or floors; they were the most widespread beings in Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though called “demons,” they had no relation to true demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They possessed intelligence, were cruel by nature, reproduced rapidly, and often served as both soldiers and food for true demons—yes, dual roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, such grueling labor as palace construction couldn't do without them; countless were captured daily, brainwashed by magic, and thrown into the construction process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, there were spirits burning in candles as light sources, giants serving as beams, half-demons with human forms preparing food, and legion demons riding monstrous beasts to hunt down minor demons and spirits…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a structure that would never be completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only demons were entitled to a small palace; greater demons had larger ones, but only those reaching the level of Demon God could cover an entire region, achieving the feat of one palace per region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a Demon God commanded vast numbers of demons and greater demons, combining into a massive palace complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the southeast corner of this vast Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of a palace complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast hall built of black crystal, candles burning and releasing faint souls, whose screams formed a symphony of torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand throne, illuminated by fire, cast a long, wide black shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within that shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar four-horned demon Marduk knelt trembling on the ground, prostrate, terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was frantic; he dared not even breathe loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the golden throne, intricately carved with musical instruments, sat a cat-headed humanoid with a yellow feline head, muscular and powerfully built, limbs long yet strong, a tail swaying lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the throne lay a gray-white steed, covered in scales, wisps of black mist seeping from the gaps between scales and from its nostrils and mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cat-headed being was one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, among the most powerful, bearing the title of Demon Lord: the former angel—Bereit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a flute but did not play; instead, he stared coldly at Marduk on the ground, his tail flicking slightly, producing sharp sonic booms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Marduk, I recall you were the first in our legion to successfully summon an avatar, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bereit spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried the sharpness of a feline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marduk swallowed hard. “Yes, Legion Commander.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why are you telling me your avatar is gone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Legion Commander, it wasn’t intentional—it was coincidence. My avatar was destroyed by a strange priest.” Marduk hurried to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly hadn’t expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing the avatar was bad enough, but his luck was even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his superior, Bereit, summoned him to quickly manifest his true form to complete a mission, his avatar had been captured—making true-form descent vastly harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But its avatar was just captured, making the difficulty of its true form manifesting skyrocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His superior didn’t care whether it was bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. You say a Church member destroyed it—I won’t argue. But you call him a ‘priest’? Marduk, have I been too lenient with you? Would you like to listen to a concert inside my flute?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, you say it was dealt with by the Church, I won’t press you on that—but you actually mentioned a priest, Malesus? Has I been too easy on you? Would you like to come listen to a concert inside my flute?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flute in his hand trembled slightly, revealing the holes hidden beneath his fingers—inside, countless tiny souls screamed, clutching their ears in agony!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if enduring some unimaginable punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even suicide was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bereit loved music most of all—and especially concerts. Yes, concerts—this concept from the mortal realm was his favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even on campaign, he preferred his subordinates playing different horns as accompaniment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he played was never pleasant; for his subordinates, Bereit’s flute was the most terrifying punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he played were never anything pleasant; for subordinates, Beret’s flute was the most terrifying punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marduk dropped to his knees and begged for mercy, revealing his backup plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Legion Commander! I still have followers in the mortal realm—I still have a sliver of power taken away, and soon I’ll be able to summon another avatar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commander! I still have followers in the mortal realm, a sliver of my power was taken, and I’ll be summoned again soon—my avatar can manifest again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing flute note erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of sound, like ripples in water, hurled Marduk through the air like a bullet, slamming him into the wall; one-third of his black demonic aura instantly dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of sound, like ripples on water, sent Malesus flying through the air; he slammed into the wall like a bullet, and one-third of the black demonic energy on his body dispersed in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what, as long as it wasn’t captured inside the flute or killed outright, that was the best outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you some time to do it quickly. If you fail to meet Mamen the Demon King’s requirements, you won’t live to see another day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biret elegantly licked his paw and spoke thus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marsas, who had narrowly escaped death, had no room to refuse; he quickly agreed and moved to withdraw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, a horn was thrown toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It landed in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1654,"2026-06-19T23:34:31.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b5e0147106d759304181d5989af6f87715805301c7fc3aa3351e41a0a43bc7d3","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-211","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-209",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]