[{"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-250":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},2273793,4441,"Chapter 250: Mamen: Damn!","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-250",250,"\u003Cp>Just the clap of a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a hidden door beside them stepped several black-armored soldiers, each leading a sheep that bleated incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These sheep looked no different from ordinary ones, except their bleats were rapid and emotionally charged, and their pupils—unlike the horizontal slits of normal sheep—were round, like human eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-robed man stared in astonishment at this sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheep?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using these as offerings? Isn’t that being far too careless? If you’re just trying to scam people for money, fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you truly want to summon a demon, shouldn’t you use a human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man before me, clearly powerful, obviously intends to summon a real demon—how could he not even know this basic rule?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dammit, I should’ve never brought out this array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This array was traded from that group—it’s genuinely effective!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, using sheep as offerings is actually…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis ignored him, forming a sword finger with two fingers and pointing through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His internal magic power surged forth as glowing dots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baa! Baa! Baa!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheep’s cries grew louder, turning shrill and agonized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the black-robed man’s horrified gaze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the hooves of those sheep sprouted five fingers each, and their bodies split open along the spine, revealing bloody, human forms within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two horns fell from their heads; the naked, muscular men collapsed weakly to the ground, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at the black-armored soldiers and Louis seated there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storing and transporting humans is troublesome, but storing animals like cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs? Much simpler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were just recently transported here; as for their origins, this region never lacks robbers, drug lords, gambling addicts…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just buy a few from prison—private prisons legally “trade” convicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they die accidentally after being temporarily released, a small compensation settles it—fully legal and compliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, use these people as offerings. Arrange it. I trust you won’t disappoint me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witch? Warlock? Demon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint spark of hope in his heart instantly died; he nodded frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes yes, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with the help of the black-armored soldiers, the cultist began his work according to the ritual he knew: slicing his wrists to let blood flow into the array, but carefully holding back so the offerings wouldn’t die before the summoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also had to cut off body parts from the offerings, and the more pain inflicted, the better—so he simply hacked with his knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the array took shape: a central hexagram, surrounded by overlapping circles and triangles of varying sizes, forming an unusual design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entirely crimson, formed of blood, the grooves carved into the ground still flowed with fresh, crimson liquid, like living, pulsing veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside each triangle, fingers were neatly arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cuts were clean and flat, allowing them to stand upright on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the very center,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cultist chose the youngest of the offerings—according to his understanding, the young had stronger life force and were more favored by demons; after all, who wants a toy that dies at the first touch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, the cultist rushed to Louis’s side. “Sir, everything is ready. We can begin now—what do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist immediately began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he knelt and muttered incantations—some kind of praise prayer. Louis listened briefly: it was a text praising demons, though not overtly, mixed with insults toward God—nothing new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, still chanting, he rose and stepped into the array, stabbing each offering with his dagger—one by one. Blood spurted like fountains from severed arteries, making the scene instantly more gruesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the offerings died, the array changed slightly—the blood grew redder, as if emitting a faint glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after he killed the last offering, the array showed no further change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist felt unease. He glanced at Louis—and saw Louis staring at him with a blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gaze seemed filled with malice—if he failed, Louis would turn him into a sheep and eat him alive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist gritted his teeth, stepped to the center, kicked aside the young corpse serving as the main offering, and slashed his own arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, seated on the chair watching, was utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this guy insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he suddenly start mutilating himself? Could he be trying to use the array to summon a demon and rebel against me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought vanished in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The array in the scene underwent a greater transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist possessed a spiritual aptitude; his blood differed from ordinary humans’. Just as Abalam selected offerings, or W Company’s director Jack used a medium as sacrifice to summon Gluttony, the more unique the main offering, the better the chance of successfully summoning a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from demons with specific requirements, the standard offering is a medium—because their souls are strong and unusual, most capable of attracting a demon’s perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his blood barely met the requirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Louis watched the black mist suddenly coalesce above the array, his first reaction was delight—then his brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoning successfully on the first try felt like winning the lottery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this demon… why does it feel so familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mist churned endlessly; form not yet solidified, voice came first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Devotee, remember my sacred name—Mamen. From now on, you must offer me three lives daily. Now, tell me your wish—I shall grant it, grant it, grant it… YOU?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist coalesced into a blurred shape: four horns, a body covered in black chitin, two curved horns arching backward from the forehead, a mouth full of snow-white fangs, and muscular, terrifying limbs. A black goat beard beneath his chin fluttered slightly—just as Louis had seen him the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, his little beard had been just as flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s lips curled slightly upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Mamen finished speaking than the array, still glowing red, dimmed—the blood within rapidly dried, and the black mist swirling around the demon’s form began to dissipate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mamen moved fast—but there are always stronger hands. Louis had controlled the blood of the entire array the instant he recognized him, now preventing even the slightest withdrawal or destruction of the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood River Pearl appeared, continuously replenishing the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis turned his gaze to the familiar demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw it had no physical form, a flicker of disappointment passed through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke: “Mamen, in such a hurry to leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his blood controlled, Mamen no longer had any intention of leaving immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he could forcibly return, he might as well hear what this human had to say—no, absolutely not because the spiritual force surrounding him was restricting him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human. We meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time you defeated my avatar. Why are you summoning me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His perception was sharp—even upon arrival, he guessed most of the situation. But why would this human summon him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This array was the one he specifically left for his devotees. He captured the devotee, built this array—what did he intend to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistakenly captured?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t believe it. How could it be such a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoning a demon in the mortal realm is difficult—crossing the Hell rift is hard, and the mortal realm now forbids true forms of great demons from descending. This is common knowledge among the mystical circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So a knowledgeable human like this one could never make such a mistake—he must have done it on purpose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how did he know my avatar hadn’t been fully destroyed? Where did I leave a flaw?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mamen’s mind raced through countless possibilities in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis didn’t know what Mamen was thinking, but he himself had reached a conclusion: wasn’t Mamen’s avatar destroyed by me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body hidden inside the Annabel doll had been dragged out, its soul scoured, then forcibly refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how is it here now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that after that, this guy got unbelievably lucky and was summoned again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or did his true form descend to seek revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—great demons cannot manifest their true forms now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he got lucky and sent another avatar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis made this preliminary judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, both sides had made seemingly correct guesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to Mamen’s question, Louis merely smiled and lied, “First time’s a stranger, second time’s a friend. Thought I’d summon you again—maybe we’ll become friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malthus chuckled but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew awkward for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the bleeding heretic in the center remained pale: “My lords, please hurry—I can’t hold on much longer, my head’s spinning…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mortal, since you summoned me, you must need something. Though you destroyed my avatar, I can forgive you—if you agree to do me one favor, I’ll consider hearing your wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malthus suddenly spoke these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s eyes flickered. “What favor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Find me a woman. Her name is Emilia. She’s a nun. She carries my child. Bring her to me—I need the child to replenish my power. She’s likely near churches around the Vatican.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emilia? A nun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying its child, and near churches around the Vatican?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which movie is this now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing might be lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just confirmed the Church has immense power, and now you tell me there’s a nun pregnant with a demon’s child in Vatican churches? Bullshit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why would it be so kind as to tell me it wants to take the nun’s unborn child to restore its power? Why reveal its purpose so openly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I believed a demon’s words, I’d be doomed for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine times out of ten, it’s fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, Emilia, nun, Vatican…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three words together reminded him of a movie—The Nun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remember the saint’s descendant in it was named Emilia, who sealed the demon god Valak twice, making Valak the most shameful demon in Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a chance this is the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a thousand thoughts, Louis nodded. “Fine, I’ll help you find her. But how do I deliver her to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you find her, just draw this ritual array.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, now tell me your purpose for summoning me. What wish do you have? Or what do you want to ask?” Malthus interrupted Louis’s question and asked this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How to enter Hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Louis asked this question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malthus froze, as if surprised he’d asked this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis wasn’t asking about the afterlife—he meant how a living person could enter Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This question…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malthus’s mind felt as if struck by a current of electricity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’m going to trick this brat, I might as well trick him thoroughly. Since he asked about this himself, he probably wants to enter Hell—why not grant it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, God’s rules restrict me from dealing with you. But once you enter Hell, watch how I torment you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your soul must taste delicious~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This question is simple. Since you’ve chosen to serve me, I’ll make this your reward. Your wish? Make it after you complete the task.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I say I wanted to make a wish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since this thing is so eager, I might as well listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are only a few ways to enter Hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either find an open Hell rift, or use a special ritual array—these are the most common methods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During ancient wars, some ritual arrays and fractured rifts leading to Hell were left behind. You can search for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, there are obscure methods—like curses. Some curses are peculiar, bound to rules, and can bypass God’s laws to open Hell rifts. But such curses are troublesome and rare. Even weak ones become dangerous if unfulfilled—like a curse that sends someone to Hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this topic, Malthus became unusually enthusiastic, explaining in great detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone unfamiliar might think this demon was a generous teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis showed no expression but thanked him. “I see. Thank you for the explanation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mortal, what is your name?” Malthus suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can call me Noka.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, Noka. I can help you locate those broken Hell rifts. Once I’m near, I’ll find them for sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malthus spoke thus, no longer eager to leave, drifting toward Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yin Spirit energy suddenly coalesced in perfect unison, blocking him firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for your help. I’ll search slowly. Also, Malthus—if this projection dissipates, your true body can still receive the information, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, their conversation seemed friendly, almost like turning enemies into allies—he didn’t understand the meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Malthus was a “honest” demon, so he answered: “Of course. This is just a projection—real-time, not a separate avatar disconnected from my mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—what do you mean?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projection was crushed and instantly dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—the deal still stands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tail end of his voice traveled through the shattered projection into the ear of a demon hiding in England. That demon instantly roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2146,"2026-06-19T23:34:31.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be8acb8aa293d3d964d1e2c0340c9435413c0d11225060b0e8c96714b772ab36","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-251","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-249",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]