[{"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-27":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},2273570,4441,"Chapter 27: Emma: Can You Guess Whose Secret This Is?","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>What are you doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estelle jolted and turned to face the newcomer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a little girl with two golden braids, Yulinka, squinting as she sized her up. “Are you spying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s my father. Is there a problem with looking at my own father and his new wife?” Estelle replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulinka froze. She hadn’t expected this girl to be David’s daughter. If that was true, she ought to be friendlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled. “I’m Yulinka, a student here. Would you like to tour the school with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estelle smiled back. “Sure, Yulinka. I’m Estelle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked together toward the school’s other facilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dormitory building, some female students watched this scene, their eyes filled with fear—they weren’t afraid of Estelle…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma was undergoing correction in Louis’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to say, Emma was truly stubborn—or perhaps she had antisocial tendencies—making her difficult to correct. After so long, she still refused to submit, at most softening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma screamed suddenly, opened her eyes, and lunged at Louis in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis sidestepped casually and extended his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go back to your punishment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Louis’s hand drew closer, Emma, as if inheriting Sichuan’s legendary trick, instantly switched her furious expression to one of terror—her tear-filled eyes shimmered with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! I know how to deal with Estelle!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was gambling—betting whether her guess was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis restrained himself. What about Estelle, who acted without restraint? Besides, finding Estelle’s weakness was something Louis himself had suggested, so…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma’s eyelashes trembled. She cautiously opened her eyes to find Louis had already withdrawn his hand, watching her coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled deeply—she’d guessed right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, her eyes welled with tears as she gazed at Louis pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After so long together, especially since Louis and she shared subtle similarities, she’d begun to understand his patterns: hardline tactics got nothing, but softness might work, depending on his mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, before this man, it was best not to be too rigid, stubborn, or threatening—otherwise, retaliation was almost certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop pretending to be pitiful. Speak.” Louis looked at Emma with icy detachment, but didn’t move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pitiful look was indeed cute, but he wasn’t a lolicon—it had no effect on him. As for Emma guessing he wanted to deal with Estelle, that was normal. He hadn’t hidden it much; it’d be strange if she hadn’t figured it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma wiped her tears and shed her frail demeanor. “In Estelle’s Bible…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, I found the Sarn Institution in the hotel—it’s a psychiatric hospital in the small country of Aishania. If I tell her about this, I can easily lure her out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, Louis, you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what Emma was referring to, but he didn’t recall what institution it was—who remembers such details from a movie?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he’d never used it to threaten Estelle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it seemed the time had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. You did well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled gently and reached out to help Emma up. As he felt her trembling body, he deliberately patted her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, let’s discuss the details.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Louis, Emma bowed her head deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt this “accomplice” who’d escaped the manor with her—though seemingly similar—was fundamentally different. He was like a… cold adult!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corridor, after parting with Estelle, Yulinka’s mood was excellent—especially when she saw David walk out of his room looking refreshed, and his mother’s cheeks flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, her mother had succeeded. Now, as long as David didn’t become a heartless bastard, she wouldn’t have to send him to the bottom of the lake…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom… and Dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulinka stepped closer, boldly testing the waters, her eyes holding a trace of scrutiny—malice hidden beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David paused, then nodded after a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t irresponsible. Clubs or bars were known places to satisfy physical needs, but a proper romantic prospect like this? He couldn’t just use and abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, during the past hour, he’d come to know Jeanne. She suited him well—widowed for years, unbothered by moving, gentle in nature. And above all, she was beautiful, with a touch of purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the financial burden at home might increase…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four children… damn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Yulinka’s smile brightened further, the malice in her eyes fading. She rushed into David’s arms without hesitation. “Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David embraced her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the new family seemed nearly whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estelle walked down the corridor. She’d just visited the abandoned classroom—it was exactly as described, perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a little arrangement, it would suit perfectly for murder and disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked, Estelle’s gaze grew darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulinka!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She and her whore mother actually wanted to join this family? No! Impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That position belongs to me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only I can sleep with David, become the mother, the mistress, the lover, the true woman…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulinka… Yulinka… Jeanne…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must be dealt with quickly. David’s taken an interest. Damn it—if not for this cursed illness, I could have done it too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried toward Yulinka’s dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped before a dorm room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curled slightly, her eyes widened just a touch. Her youthful face radiated innocence; her back straight, hands demurely clasped behind her, she knocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulinka opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met. Yulinka stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gladly accepted Estelle’s invitation to play—after all, Estelle would soon be family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first, she needed to borrow something from her classmates—spray paint, flashlights, things they used to play with in the abandoned classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Yulinka’s lively, skipping figure, Estelle stood smiling, waiting. Her eyes flicked to the dorm room—inside was another big bitch. No rush. Once I deal with this small one, I’ll handle you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap. Tap. Tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps kept approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estelle turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma appeared around the stairwell. The moment she saw Estelle, she beamed—a dazzling, wide smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met. Estelle suddenly felt a dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma… why would she come to her voluntarily? She wanted to kill Estelle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma didn’t care about Estelle’s thoughts. She walked over calmly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: “Dear sister, you’ve been exposed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How was the Sarn Institution’s medicine? Sweet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1036,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","25621386d89d06568b3f0ef26b9e96f2e1aa3ed751a4ad8381125be2490cb738","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-28","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-26",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]