[{"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-219":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},2273762,4441,"Chapter 219: Modern Thousand Schemes: FBI Reappears, Precise Assassination (4k)","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-219",219,"\u003Cp>“Then comes the real focus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only by clearly understanding client needs can we prepare better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disciple asked, “Must we really rely on such a clumsy method?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clumsy? Hah! Let me tell you—this kind of information database is terrifying. Every preference of a person is fully exposed: what they eat, wear, drink, use—we can cover it all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All consumption demands are laid bare right before our eyes! No more gambling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why can’t we create demand ourselves?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, that’s the next training module.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis rubbed his chin and nodded—oh, this is artificial big-data targeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>666, they’ve gone this far—wait, wouldn’t this get you reported as a stalker?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what’s this next training module he mentioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying this question, Louis moved toward the central area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, compared to the other two zones, it was far quieter—everyone dressed in suits, refined and polite, like gentlemen in beastly skins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When someone saw him approach, even if they didn’t know him, they acted as if they hadn’t seen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did any of you understand the Nine Stars in a Row formation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think the General Manager’s Road-Cutting Asura formation is better, but we don’t have the martial power for it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your method’s too extreme. The Droplet Rolling Pearl formation is simpler and more suitable—we can replicate it in bulk with our current scale.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, you don’t think the upper echelons don’t know what our company really is, do you? The Droplet Rolling Pearl formation won’t hold up against them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? Just win over a portion of them. Everyone makes money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough—let’s play the Old Fisherman’s Gambit instead…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha! These fools can’t escape their greed!” Someone laughed as he recounted how he’d harvested wealth by exploiting human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad our company still can’t manipulate markets—if we could pull off the Shunzhai Guuguan Gambit, we’d make a fortune through arbitrage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, what happened to that politician who tried to blackmail us last time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, guess? Fine, fine—he’s been dealt with by the General Manager. The Three Immortals Offering the Cauldron Gambit. Figure it out yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching these scheming, treacherous men boast to their colleagues, Louis’s lips twitched harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone here is evil…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of these “formations” has a fancy name, but in truth, they’re all methods of exploiting humanity’s dark side to incite conflict and profit from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most are just petty tricks—useless to true strategists. Only a few open schemes hold real depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis heard a hoarse, desperate shout, followed by a wave of muffled cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar figure stood atop the phone zone’s desk, holding a microphone and shouting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Poverty has no nobility!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People have only two choices: be rich, or be richer! With money, when trouble comes, I can step out of my stretched limousine, wear my ten-thousand-dollar suit, put on my hundred-thousand-dollar watch, and solve it—instead of trudging in a cheap shirt, straining my brain, and ending up like a clown thrown out of my own home!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The poor are trash! Waste! God made them a mistake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They don’t deserve to live on this land!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me—what kind of people do you want to be!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gold watch was thrown out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone erupted in even more terrifying cheers, scrambling for the watch, eyes blazing with greed—like wolves under their alpha, ready to tear flesh. In response to Jordan’s question, they shouted as one:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“RICH PEOPLE!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now! Immediately! Get moving!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the frenzied speech, everyone dialed phones with fervor—the phone zone’s noise surged several decibels higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People in other zones watched with smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None felt disgust or that they were being fed empty promises—because Jordan, though running phone scams, never lied to his own staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every deal closed, every formation planned—profit was distributed as bonuses, a few percentage points to each employee!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone here made money. Ate meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was true wolf culture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his speech, Jordan swayed down, glanced over—and froze. He dashed over in a flash, stopping before Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Louis, Jordan—the charismatic, inspiring speaker moments ago—had lost all his cunning charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis and Jordan entered the office long prepared for Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floor-to-ceiling windows, spacious layout, British minimalist style, lush green plants—it was clearly custom-designed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, here’s the company’s financial report, and the formations we’ve set up recently—the people affected: officials, wealthy merchants, the military…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis took it casually, glancing through it as he asked, “You’ve done well. Any difficulties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I’ve resolved most issues—but…” His gaze grew evasive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis frowned. “Speak plainly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the company’s nature, he’d thrived on Wall Street, but the Hundred Gates’ methods were too numerous and too dirty—some even outdated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, walking by the river often gets you wet. Though our company’s reputation isn’t universally known among the upper class, whispers have reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most critically, someone’s targeted this fat lamb. The officials we bribed and threatened can no longer hold. Jordan had been tormented by this for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s targeting us? Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More precisely—the FBI.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those bastards have been hassling us lately—forced me to abandon many of my more extreme money-making tactics…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, in the movie you got taken down by the FBI—and now they’re after you again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wait—this version of the Devourer Company is massive, famous. Being targeted is only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis thought it over. It was a real problem—depends on who exactly was watching. He dialed a number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got the answer quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Michael, through Bureau channels, he’d discovered the FBI Deputy Director was targeting the Devourer Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—he had a coalition of interest groups behind him, though he led the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FBI Deputy Director…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In America, the FBI was unquestionably a major institution. Though politically weaker, it was still formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And its Deputy Director? High-ranking and powerful. Especially with America’s tradition of internal promotion—deputies often became directors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this Deputy Director’s threat was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis then called his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather replied quickly: “Our family’s influence is strongest only in Florida. The North and South… you know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So information’s limited. But an old friend told me this attack on the Devourer Company is both a harvest and a warning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember the W Company?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s eyes sharpened—he could never forget W Company. A powerful force with deep ties, researching the occult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Devourer Company angered the new capitalist faction behind it. You went too far—made Wall Street jealous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The FBI Deputy Director is just the frontman. The root lies with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the FBI Deputy Director, the true source was the new capitalist faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll mobilize some connections to see if I can handle it. Be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan stepped forward. “Boss, it seems I’ve been too conspicuous lately. Could we divert some funds and…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Shut up. Money earned by skill doesn’t get handed over under pressure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis sneered. He had no problem sharing the pie—but he’d give it, not be forced to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tapped lightly on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jordan waited nervously, Louis opened his eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The root of the problem is found.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We still haven’t established our authority!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Local capitalists are too rude. They need a lesson to learn humility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, what’s your plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about it. I’ll send you a list soon—companies whose stock will drop. Seize the opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan nodded instantly. “Yes, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Jordan left, Louis sat in his office, thinking about how best to handle this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t misunderstand—he wasn’t thinking of backing down, just whether he could kill them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sent a text to his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He received a reply half an hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It listed some of the emerging capitalists on Huaerjie who supported W Corporation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a careful look, Louis was surprised—Jews made up a significant portion; hmm, he couldn’t use the extermination method now; the stakes were too high, actually doing it would be tantamount to tearing up his relationship with the Yaoguan Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, looks like I’ll have to kill just some of them first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step forward, his figure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Huaerjie, inside a securities firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a tailored suit answered the phone, nodding repeatedly, “Understood. I’ve already set up the strike preparations—not just me, everyone in this area… is ready. We’re just waiting for your signal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good, good. Whatever you say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man hung up, a faint smile appearing on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Feeder Corporation—now that’s a big fish. I wonder how much meat I’ll get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of companies west of Huaerjie received the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yinyinjian ， Yichangzhenduitunshizhegongsidegushifengbaoyijingchuixiangleqianzou 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a certain southern state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a seemingly ordinary company, a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit studied the documents in his hands, his gaze sharp, his face bearing the hardened resolve of a soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Feeder Corporation—hah, what a scam. With no major backing and still no sense of restraint, they deserve to be devoured. Huh? The Cano family… Louis Cano holds shares?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The term “Cano family” caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick search revealed what had happened before: “Ah, that family—they had a conflict with the company, later suppressed by Wilson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, Wilson and Karl Cano are friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just give them a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually checked a box on the document, signaling the seizure of half their shares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned to other documents; unlike the economic files just seen, these concerned the occult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the Fear Phantom Project been launched across the regions? Good, but it’s still too slow—we must accelerate progress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, discovered a female corpse suspected of being able to resurrect and continuously induce hallucinations? Suspected demonic or witch bloodline?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Resurrection…” The man’s eyes gleamed; he marked the document with emphasis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the next file.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These files were numerous—each required his signature, revealing his tight control over the lower ranks. Normally, such centralization benefited personal authority, but the downside was extreme exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was military-born, so he was tough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet due to certain reasons, he was now barely holding on: “Cough, cough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the pile of documents, the man set down his pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, Heaven—I must reach Heaven. No, I want to live longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached his hand toward the sky outside the window, as if trying to grasp something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the stock market storm still brewed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had already swiftly begun searching for their residences using the list, preparing to strike first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, these guys really knew how to enjoy life—most had villas built outside the city, rarely living on Huaerjie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them had even built a whole community outside the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled entirely with people like them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gathered for meals, conversation, networking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Louis arrived by air, he saw these people completely unconcerned about the siege on the Feeder Corporation—they were having fun, throwing a pool party, with men and women stripped naked, enjoying themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, invisible beneath his Ten Thousand Illusions Robe, locked his gaze precisely onto several targets, squeezed his wrist, and revealed the Blood Curse Pearl—unused for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he would use the Blood Curse Pearl to kill these men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if he held back slightly, those killed by the Blood Curse Pearl looked just like victims of sudden hypertension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the people below still reveling in their pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis curled his lips into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun the Blood Curse Pearl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop! Pop! Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sounds like firecrackers erupted from the large pool below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man after another collapsed onto the ground, thudding into the water, blood oozing from nose and mouth, eyes filled with crimson veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large pools of blood stained the pool red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even had their blood vessels rupture, spurting gouts of blood onto the women beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the entire pool turned crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1972,"2026-06-19T23:34:31.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f82c13b9a1fde8eafab42491e5cf289f0816d09dabdf45b8f4754169804dec5d","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-220","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-218",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]