[{"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-228":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},2273771,4441,"Chapter 228: Soul-Seeking Art, Demon-Refining, Gluttony Array","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-228",228,"\u003Cp>Leaving aside what Smith would do after returning home, how W Company would use the array, or whether it could successfully become a retainer of the Gluttony Demon King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis was already on a plane, heading toward Florida.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the plane landed, and Louis returned to his faithful Orlando.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the airport, two rows of black-clad muscular men stood in perfect formation, bowing silently to Louis; Louis, embarrassed to the point of gripping the floor with his toes, could only force a cold, stoic expression as he stepped into the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only once inside the car did his body finally relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange stares from around him were now blocked out by the closed doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who arranged this? Don’t they find it awkward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis asked, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the front seat, the familiar personal driver smiled, starting the car as he teased, “Young Master doesn’t like it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s lips curled slightly. Like it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling of being watched was actually quite nice—just unfamiliar enough to feel awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people go through great hardship just to climb from the bottom and become celebrities for this very sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shook his head. “It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended the topic there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulled up to the front of the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis found no one at home—Emma, Jiali, and Madison were all at Maria’s house, probably having found something fun again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his things away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis headed to the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come back for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underground base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis sat cross-legged, carefully sensing his internal state, and found that the Great Demon projection Malsath and the Witch Spirit Alice were both behaving obediently—one sealed in the spleen, the other in the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five-element spiritual lights, combined with the Ghost-Swallowing Witch Art, were wearing down these two souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All other spirits had been fully digested, leaving only the Stealth Spirit he had devoured at Rebecca’s house trembling in the corner, seemingly terrified by the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis didn’t rush to test the Demon-Refining Art; instead, he first examined the Folk Canon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Witch Spirit Alice posed little danger to him, that didn’t mean she was weak—only that she was overly specialized, and he happened to counter her perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, she was a genuine Demon-grade entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to be underestimated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Folk Canon granted him a new inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis suspected it wouldn’t be anything good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two golden pages bore two techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul-Seeking Art, Soul-Calling Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soul-Seeking Art: a universal technique used by demonic, evil, and orthodox paths alike—the difference lies only in cultivation methods, degree of interference, and whether there are aftereffects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In essence, they are the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is an application of Yin Spirit power, forcibly extracting information from another’s soul—a perfect technique for interrogation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The version in the Folk Canon was of high rank, surprisingly easy to learn, and, as long as the user wasn’t utterly incompetent, could even be used during the Yin Spirit stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, this is good stuff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always been powerless against those demons hiding secrets—each one stubborn as hell, refusing to speak even under searing poison fire, making him feel like the villain. Strange—why were they all so tough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, no need to make them speak—he could just reach into their skulls and rummage around!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smirked, casting an unkind glance toward the underground chamber where the demons were stored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After quickly scanning the Soul-Seeking Art, Louis turned to the second technique—Soul-Calling Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one was not unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a widely practiced folk custom, also called “calling the soul,” with subtle variations due to regional differences in culture and geography.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the general process always involved calling out while holding the child’s personal clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This version in the Folk Canon was an advanced form—not limited to children, broader in scope, and with certain requirements for the user.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the original “Child Soul-Calling Art,” which could be used by any close relative holding the item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caster must be a Yin Spirit sorcerer with magic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This posed no problem for Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These two techniques are of average value but still useful—worth cultivating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Louis carefully studied both techniques, his eyes thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illusory pale blue hands extended from Louis’s body, fingers curling and writhing slightly, restless, as if eager to burrow into someone’s skull and rummage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, surprisingly simple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis wore a broad smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning both techniques had been faster and easier than he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was the advantage of higher realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis dismissed the thought, closed his eyes, and began contemplating the Demon-Refining Art, preparing to test its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demon-Refining Heavenly Heart Method—Demon Refining Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had two key points: the character “refine” and the character “demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Refine” represented the specific method—the core of this inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had only just begun to grasp this aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon” referred to the material—the better the material, the better the refinement result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reviewing these concepts in his mind, Louis stood and entered a special chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the demons he had captured since his debut gathered here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was Jester Jack from his grandfather Karl—a jester demon, actually an alien demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was Abalam, the lewd demon, accidentally summoned by the small-town cult, defeated by Louis, and later forced to fuse with a believer into a demon-human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was the Annabelle doll—no, more accurately, the projection of the Great Demon Malsath—that Louis had watched for a long time and captured the moment it appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the three demons Louis had acquired since his debut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were today’s main event—but not the only ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s gaze turned to a stone box engraved with intricate patterns, and a wooden box holding a special Tarot deck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two items were equally valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One contained the soul of the Mayan minor deity, the Moth God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was a special Tarot card forged by sacrificing the soul of the demon Eldiki, who had ties to Satan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding perfume, monkey’s paw, and Jason, these were likely Louis’s most precious possessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, let’s see if these guys qualify as demon cores.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis used his spiritual sight, applying the selection method from the inheritance to examine them closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At just a glance, Louis’s eyebrows lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qualified, qualified, qualified, still qualified!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—not just qualified!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were even excellent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These materials were top-tier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled. “Good. Looks like I can have some fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis summoned many ordinary spirits with his severed hand and found that while ordinary spirits weren’t entirely disqualified as demon cores, their effect was negligible—the absolute top-tier spirits, like the Stealth Spirit inside him, could barely produce any effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such spirits were not easy to come by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So demons remained the superior material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only concern was whether the summoning ritual would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, how are demons summoned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stroked his chin, pondering the endless demons of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could refine ninety-nine demons from Hell, wouldn’t he instantly attain Immortality?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awesome!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s eyes gleamed with a light called greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh. Let’s test it properly first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis waved his hand, summoning a spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began activating the Demon-Refining Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third eye, the Dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis strained to recall the scene he had witnessed in the inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds loomed overhead, lightning snakes surged wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infinite demons surged from earth to sky, yet in the heavens, a single violet thunderbolt flashed and vanished—and the jade heavens and crystal skies cleared for ten thousand li!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis struggled to mimic it, sensing that supreme, exalted heavenly might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A patch of dark clouds gradually formed in his mind, filled with Louis’s scattered thoughts and desires; human thoughts are endless, idle musings arising constantly, so it had barely appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds spread like ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, every idle thought Louis had generated boundless ideas, expanding the dark clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny flashes of lightning flickered within the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Louis’s awakened will—but under the suffocating clouds, it merely glowed faintly with ordinary blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was none of that supreme, exalted heavenly might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this realm of consciousness, the Divine Lord’s Visualization Map had, unnoticed, enveloped and protected Louis’s mind like a scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shifted his intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon spirit slid through his third eye into the mud pill palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Louis’s will shattered through the fetters of idle thoughts and slammed downward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue lightning, no thicker than a finger, looked unimpressive—but its power was far from weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon spirit, its skull half-gone, was split in half; as the lightning flashed, its shrieks grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All black mists were purified away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this process of refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s cultivation base, long stagnant, began advancing once more, moving toward the Yang Shen Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yield from a common demon spirit was still too meager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In barely ten seconds, it was utterly obliterated, leaving nothing behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Louis had already prepared everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abalam, fused with a human body and transformed into a demon-man, was bound, his crimson slit-pupils coldly fixed on Louis, who sat in meditation—his eyes brimming with pure malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been trapped here for some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This human was too mysterious; behind him stood some deity, and his cultivation system was utterly unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this period, he had tried escaping several times—but never found an opening; his magic was crippled by this body, leaving him bound here to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continues, I won’t fulfill Lord Mamen’s orders!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of Mamen’s serving demons, Abalam was frantic—knowing that Mamen’s forces descending into the mortal world were not just him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was even the weakest among them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great demons and demon gods were Mamen’s true instruments of descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I fail to earn this merit, how can I rise to become a great demon? Keep serving as a lowly servant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cannot continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve had enough of being a serving demon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps I should talk to this human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, if I don’t reveal core secrets, maybe I can leak a little?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he thought this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden suction pulled him—he looked up, and through spiritual sight, he saw the human’s third eye had opened into a black vortex, radiating danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, he thought a demon king dwelled inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation bore a faint resemblance to Lord Mamen—no, no, no, impossible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless, being pulled in would mean something horrific!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t be pulled in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound by alloy chains, Abalam roared in fury, dropping all pretense; his muscles swelled, his left demonic arm glowed red, and intense heat began melting the specially forged alloy chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead struck with lightning speed, pinning him to the ground, immobilizing him utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most terrifying part? The bead was draining his blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weakness…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon’s claws shrank visibly; under this pressure, he could no longer resist the black vortex’s pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson soul was ripped from the body, sucked into the black vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flesh returned to Caleb’s control—the original owner of this body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mud pill palace, within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abalam’s demon will, now only the size of a normal demon’s arm, entered this realm of consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared in shock at the terrifying dark clouds and the lethal lightning within—utterly bewildered: Where is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the lightning struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his soul began irreversibly dissolving, he finally panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning spread across his entire form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a more direct, essential attack than poison fire, a more efficient and multifaceted transformation than spirit-eating witchcraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And demons truly were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each spread of lightning, each dissolution of his soul, brought Louis exquisite pleasure, exhilaration, and insight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power was increasing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottleneck was breaking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his thoughts grew purer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark clouds, symbols of idle thoughts, slowed their spread—and began subtly withering, contracting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had a premonition: when he could fully control the clouds and halt their expansion, he would have entered the threshold of Demon Refining Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would keep striking the demon, to gain more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst piercing screams, Abalam’s soul shrank further—he finally began begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you everything! Human! No! Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a serving demon of Lord Mamen! I know many secrets of Hell! I can serve you—just let me live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It kept striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abalam’s words shifted—from begging to curses, from contempt back to pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the final moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abalam’s soul was reduced to a fist-sized wisp—he said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the thundercloud halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the clouds emerged an eye formed of blue lightning, coldly staring at Abalam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle ripple passed—two tiny hands plunged into the crimson soul, twisting, twisting, twisting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secrets of Hell began leaking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the hands sought to delve deeper, the soul suddenly opened its eyes, filled with terror: “No! Lord Mamen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if some mechanism had been triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red soul-body exploded right then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only fragments the size of fingers remained—lifeless, red shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning flickered within the dark clouds, and the lightning-eyed pupils regained a trace of emotion—thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, after knocking it to the brink of death, he used Soul-Search Shu ; Budebushuo ， Mindianbanbendesouhunshuxiaoguojijia 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dredged up much of Abalam’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a demon that had lived nearly a thousand years—not a Fallen One, nor a soul corrupted from the mortal realm, but the purest demon born of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was born in the domain of Ashtemon, one of the Seven Sins—the Lust Demon Lord—it was inherently a Lust Demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, after entering the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Ashtemon, along with a group of demons, gifted it to the Greed Demon Lord Mamen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It served for most of its demonic life, until recently, when Demon Lord Mamen enacted a plan and dispatched it to the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly it was meant to do, or what the plan was—none of that remained in the memories he extracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, just as he was about to probe deeper, the thing exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly Mamen’s doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a Demon Lord—he must have control over his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly did Mamen want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no information, Louis had no way to guess—but it didn’t matter. This one had exploded; there were still other demons’ minds left unsearched. He’d find something eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides that, Abalam’s consciousness contained mostly vast amounts of information: Hell’s customs, magic, contracts, how to better consume souls, how to deceive humans, how to display his Lust Demon nature upon human souls, how to serve Demon Lord Mamen…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The miscellaneous details were overwhelming, with useful and useless information hopelessly mixed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one trait stood out: anything related to Mamen was invariably missing—even his face was a blank, utterly unrecallable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trick? Only a Demon Lord could pull it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent these memories from interfering with him, Louis compressed them fiercely into a single book—the Demon Codex—and stored it within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For easy access at any time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing this future-to-be-lengthening Demon Codex in the corner of his consciousness, Louis refocused his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference between demons and evil spirits was truly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis felt that if he could obtain just eight more demons, he’d meet the requirement of the Demon Tribulation; after that, he only needed to find or generate Yang essence to smoothly break through to the Yang Spirit realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine was the ultimate number—nine demons made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this meant Louis’s reserves were running low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered whether the projection of the great demon Malsath, the molted remains of the Moth God, and the demon Eldiki linked to Satan…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could any of these three count as multiple demons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flickered in the lightning-eyed pupils; Louis was eager to activate Demon Refinement again. With his current cultivation base and spiritual realm, he could still refine one more demon without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gathered the remaining red soul-fragments left by Abalam. Though they had lost self-awareness and could no longer be used for Demon Refinement, their intrinsic Lust Demon nature was perfect for practicing the Seduction Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There could be no soul-entities more lustful, more fitting for the purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Louis began his Demon Refinement journey,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>W Corporation finally reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still that hidden place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chairman, with a military bearing, wore a dark expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An entire special armed unit had just been wiped out like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a unit capable of easily suppressing countless evil spirits and standing against demons—each one painstakingly trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially this unit—it was one of his direct subordinates. Though not among the company’s top three strongest, it was still invaluable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now it was just gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damned think tank, those upstart capitalists actually had the nerve to tell me the think tank would be more accurate with internet integration?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think it’ll just be more idiotic!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck you mother!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mission was barely completed—otherwise, he’d have exploded right at those think tank folks and the ones who pulled elite troops away to guard his supporters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chairman stared at the underground laboratory on the monitor, already lined with arrays and preparing to begin, his eyes gleaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resurrection… and the Gluttony’s retainers…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company’s second goal had unexpectedly drawn so close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let the new era come quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, cough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One phone after another rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression didn’t change—he’d expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the greedy voices on the other end, he merely curled his lips into a sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You only need to wait quietly. I’ll inform you when the time comes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers interlocked, chin resting on them, he gazed deeply at the monitor before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, one by one, living sacrifices were placed upon the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood offerings, food, disembowelment, arrays, occult materials…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A complex ritual array began to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2985,"2026-06-19T23:34:31.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2ce796ed4a7440d1b1df4a8e26ef9ba528632551869ec4585d70cca83b61ff31","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-229","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-227",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]