[{"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-37":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},2273580,4441,"Chapter 37: Mary","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Louis blinked; that voice sounded familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was… Mary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, it had been over half a year since they escaped from Emilia’s estate—this was the first time Mary had called him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slightly joyful laugh came from the other end. “Louis brother, it’s me. Are you well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It really is you. I’m fine. Why are you calling me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, I got a phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the other side launched into an eager, rambling account, as if subtly pouring out her emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis listened quietly, being a patient audience; for a companion who had escaped with him—and not someone like Emma—he was quite forgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Mary’s account, Louis gained a rough understanding of her recent situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since returning home, her mother had become much stricter, even forbidding phone calls; she spent her days reading books and solving math problems, with no playmates at all—truly lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only recently, after her mother passed away on her sickbed and left her in the care of her uncle Frank, did she finally gain some space of her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why she called him now, knowing he was staying at Emma’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle says he’s found a school and plans to send me there soon. I don’t want to go—I don’t think the teachers there are smarter than me… I’ve been working on harder problems lately… I heard solving tough ones comes with rewards…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re by the sea here—it’s beautiful. By the way, Louis, where do you and Emma live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Orlando. What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m in Tampa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tampa, the third-largest city in Florida, lies along the central coast—close enough to Orlando.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They talked for an hour until a faint male voice called from the other end for dinner; Mary finally fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Louis, who had been carving a peach wood spirit statue, turned his attention back to the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to go eat now, Louis. I’ll call you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis gently traced the tiny statue with his fingers, feeling no rough edges, then smiled in satisfaction. “Phew, looks good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threaded the statue with a red cord, set it aside, then turned his gaze toward a direction—the coastal region where Tampa lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mary’s little life has been fairly stable. But Tampa… it’s not far, and it’s by the sea. When she grows up, I might pay her a visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his own life, Mary’s truly was stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone rang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the dog delivery had truly arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stared at the two dozen hollow plastic crates, stroking his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand, called his bodyguard, and had the puppies transported to the new warehouse built at the back of the estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering his need to raise dogs, conduct experiments, and practice magic techniques, a spacious space was essential—this warehouse was built for that purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising dogs requires knowledge; these pups were newborns, their eyes still closed, and had spent the past few days in transit, being fed along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birds have an instinct to imprint on the first creature they see as their mother, but dogs do not—they rely primarily on scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before their eyes open, their senses are immature; their smell is not yet sharp enough to recognize or remember. Only after opening their eyes can they begin to identify and retain scents. Moreover, he intended to train pack wolves and mountain herding dogs, which carry certain taboos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from certain herbal decoctions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountain herding dogs must stay with their master from the moment their eyes open—eating, sleeping, everything. Even if the master leaves and returns, he must wash thoroughly before rejoining them, to prevent any foreign scent from clinging to him. Once a dog smells another person’s odor, it’s ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after a month can the next phase begin: command training, food guarding, and physical conditioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By this stage, the dog is already an ordinary mountain herding dog—but dog magic is far from simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, they must ingest special materials, even undergo instinctual cultivation, to evolve into the specialized mountain herding dogs capable of hunting demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for pack wolves, a unique hybrid born from East-West exchanges during the Ming and Qing dynasties, fused with the Japanese Ōkami technique, this breed has the lowest ceiling among the three, yet matures fastest and embodies the most unorthodox flair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process… is also somewhat bloody and eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis licked his lips, opened a yellow crate, inside which lay a light beige Shandong fine dog, curled small and tight, its mouth opening and closing cutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis picked it up; the tiny creature immediately squealed and flailed its four legs helplessly—too small, everything it did looked like begging for affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled, tucked it into his arms. “Little one, your nickname is Xiao Huang. Your formal name…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. Call it Gold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, gold has been precious; Louis felt this was a fitting name for a future legendary divine dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain herding dogs were ready. Next came the pack wolves—this was the key to his modest combat boost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stared at the twenty-odd crates filled with ferocious dog breeds, began unlocking them, then… began feeding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pack wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their breed must be sufficiently fierce, require daily feeding of wolf blood and raw meat, mixed with magic techniques, and finally, they must fight daily—death or injury irrelevant—until one emerges as the alpha that all others submit to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, force it to eat the corpses of fallen dogs, grind their bones into powder, mix with zhu sha and human blood to draw talismans, kill an eagle, extract its wings, bones, and blood, and use secret arts to fuse them into the alpha’s body, then slash one’s wrist to deliver the final feeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result: a terrifying alpha dog capable of freely extending wings, commanding packs, possessing extraordinary vision, exerting partial control over spirits, and easily killing humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its cultivation, from start to finish, is steeped in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From today onward, Louis immersed himself in the warehouse, devoting himself entirely to dog magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only left briefly each day to brew herbal decoctions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trained for two months straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stood to one side, silently watching a battle within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tan pit bull and a black Luo Weina now stared fiercely at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At their feet lay two overturned dog bowls, once filled with raw pork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grr…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low growls rumbled from their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither was large yet, but their aggressive instincts, fueled by raw meat, remained unchecked—both radiated sharp, fierce energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle erupted instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ps: To speed up progress, I had to revise several earlier chapters. This is the revised version. One more chapter will follow shortly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1128,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ad4f7cd439ff90cd8f318f00984955d842c59004de95d4144e3f681bec7fae4c","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-38","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-36",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]