[{"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-25":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},2273568,4441,"Chapter 25: School: David","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>At that moment, “Maria!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little girl with golden hair, looking very confident, ran out from behind and watched Louis with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madison, I’m fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl named Madison ignored Maria’s words and looked at Louis. “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quite cautious, but I’m this young—you look a year or two older than me. What are you afraid of?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Louis. I’m just traveling here. I accidentally hit her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madison nodded, adopting a miniature adult demeanor. “Maria, did he apologize to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria nodded timidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madison’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry. Maria gets bullied easily. I thought you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through conversation, Louis learned that the girl named Maria was six years old, had a father who was a plastic surgeon, and a mother who was a homemaker; they were here on a family trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, their destination wasn’t here but another campsite to the north of this one, but for some reason, her parents had heard something and changed locations at the last minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madison was their neighbor, and the two families had come here together for the trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis nodded in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In America, doctors have always been one of the representative middle-class professions, especially plastic surgeons—the cosmetic medicine industry is wildly profitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant her family was well-off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis also noticed the girl was timid in personality and fearful of her father, suggesting possible issues in her upbringing; Madison’s behavior and remarks further confirmed this. Of course, it had nothing to do with Louis—he merely collected information out of habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for her mention of the northern campsite and the last-minute relocation, Louis didn’t take it seriously; after all, she was just an ordinary little girl, unlike Emma and other geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s well known that children’s statements are often misled by misinformation and tend to be inaccurate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis casually handed her a few candies. The girl politely thanked him, but Madison beside her received no such treatment and could only stare longingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chatted for a while longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, terrified scream drew everyone’s attention. Since it was nearby, Louis and the others walked toward the source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived, they found a crowd with terrified expressions. In the center, a woman with large breasts was skewered straight through by a steel pole meant for tent setup; blood had already soaked the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t dead yet—her body trembled uncontrollably, especially her eyes, which rolled wildly, as if looking at everyone, or desperately pleading for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who saw it felt a chilling dread spread through their entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria shook violently. Louis covered her eyes with his hand, frowned at the gruesome sight, and rapidly thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serial killer? Supernatural event? Or just a regular murder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world where all kinds of horror films had already appeared, Louis immediately ruled out the possibility of a regular murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More likely, it was a serial killer or a supernatural event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, someone called the police. Because the campsite was nearby, the town sheriff personally arrived with his team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arrival, they immediately cordoned off the area, but the sheriff’s face was grim, tinged with tension and fear. “Only one victim?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, who was being dispersed, overheard this and was startled—the sheriff’s words were off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear what came after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the incident, though many still didn’t care and continued camping, some people no longer wanted to stay and wished to return to town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheriff refused, citing the need for cooperation in the investigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in America, the word “freedom” carried weight, especially since the sheriff’s reason was insufficient. Reluctantly, he compromised and relocated these people to a girls’ church school some distance from the campsite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis and the others were among those relocated—but it wasn’t Louis’s idea; it was David. He looked grave and forcibly dragged all three of them to leave, though he gave no reason why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intuition told Louis the sheriff was hiding something—and David was hiding something too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls’ Church School\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>America is, in fact, a religious country, however absurd that may sound—it’s true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, many churches had been converted into schools, especially girls’ schools, evolving from the old aristocratic custom of sending daughters to churches to be trained as nuns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>School dormitory building, stairwell alcove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Angela, that person—is the one I went on a date with yesterday…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David looked grave as he spoke to Angela beside him, who looked unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, that girl has nothing to do with you. You only slept with her once. So what if she’s dead? Why are you scared?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know why, but I feel heavy inside. Something feels off, like someone’s watching me. Maybe I didn’t sleep well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you just didn’t get enough release last night. By the way, how’s your search going? Meet anyone you liked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David shook his head, beginning to wonder if he’d been holding back too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. You handle it yourself. I’ve only introduced you to these people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David sighed and walked toward his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the stairs, a small head peeked out, strands of black hair falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther’s lips curled slightly as she stared at a streak of crimson under her fingernail, her eyes cold. Then she fixed her gaze on David.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She followed silently, like an assassin with maxed-out stealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David, just arriving at his room door, spotted someone he knew and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite him, Yulencar, who was bringing her mother to do something, also froze, seemingly surprised to see David here. “Hi, Uncle. We meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this beautiful woman who made his heart race again, David felt a stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he could try pursuing her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young lady, I forgot to ask you last time—what’s your name? I’m David…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle David, I’m Yulencar. This is my mother, Jenny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jenny. Oh, what a beautiful name—like a princess…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman began engaging too. The two grew increasingly animated, especially Jenny, who seemed skilled at it—she had already leaned close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a white dress, her pale arm lightly brushed his arm. Her eyes, clear and innocent, stared directly at him, adding an unusual allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulencar giggled and ran off, leaving them ample space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the stairwell entrance, a pair of eyes stared fixedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1039,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a2960668ae5b41a655e1ab0e8f7d7e98397b27766be132a8afb3e40c39c26772","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-26","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-24",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]