[{"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-49":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},2273592,4441,"Chapter 49: Adult Dog: New Inheritance","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>For the next half-month, Louis and Mary worked together to brew potions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as expected of a genius, with ample materials at her disposal, after failing over a dozen times, she somehow produced a derivative potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could temporarily achieve effects superior to adrenaline, at the cost of severe Qi damage that was not fatal—essentially a harmless enhanced version of adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, its success rate was low; Mary called it a low-quality product she’d accidentally created through sheer luck, despite lacking logical grounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, this batch of potions was shipped back to Miami, while a new group of Mengquan  pups arrived at the warehouse, awaiting Louis’s training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, with Konyue’s help, training became much simpler—but even a head dog’s control capacity had limits: the optimal number was twenty, with a maximum of thirty; beyond that, command became difficult to execute with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Louis planned to train another head dog and place it beside his uncle Max, to enable indirect command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the following two months, all was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David didn’t create any new trouble, Yulunca didn’t bully anyone, and Emma didn’t harm others out of jealousy—only minor friction occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Mary arrived, under Louis’s suppression, Emma and Yulunca’s abnormalities had not reached Mary’s awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she hadn’t forgotten how, when she was beaten by Nuel back at the estate, Emma had hid to the side while only Louis stepped forward to shield her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though now friends with Emma, she maintained a certain distance; with Yulunca, she was merely an acquaintance; only with Louis was she truly unguarded, a genuine friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had no intention of correcting her—Mary, innocent and sweet, was better off staying far from them; they weren’t of the same path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing his routine cultivation of the Concealment Art, Louis carried beef to the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting’s be honest—raising these dogs wasn’t easy; the daily food supply alone was enormous. Unlike household mongrels that ate scraps, these dogs ate nothing but meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the head dog—besides meat, it occasionally needed to drink human blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dogs also required daily training, hunting in the back hills to preserve their wildness. Only in America, with its vast, sparsely populated lands and overabundant wildlife, could they even be kept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was truly not something an ordinary person could afford!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis tossed the beef to Konyue; the other dogs’ food had already been fed by others, but Konyue, as head dog, usually ate only food Louis personally offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, Konyue was strange—it didn’t eat the beef, instead lying on the ground while its blood-red wings fully unfolded from its back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis froze. “Adult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maturation time of Mengquan  differed from ordinary dogs, and the head dog of the Pack Wolf breed was even more peculiar—upon reaching adulthood, it underwent a special transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the time had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konyue opened its blood-red eyes, devoured the beef in a few bites, then vanished in a flash to a nearby large water tank filled with human blood purchased at great cost, and drank voraciously. (Trivia: America is the world’s largest blood exporter; selling blood was nearly universal among the lower classes, beginning as early as the 80s and 90s, and exploding after the millennium.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glug glug—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more it drank, the more obvious its transformation became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its wing feathers began shedding, replaced by thick, resilient membranes like blood-jade; its body swelled slightly, its fangs grew jagged and interlocking, its claws sharpened and protruded, and even its tail, as it lashed, radiated a fierce, wind-churning aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gaze brimmed with malice, its entire body exuding danger—just one glance filled one with dread; the eighteen Mengquan  in the warehouse all lowered their tails and cowered, and even the two gangsters feeding them felt their hairs stand on end, their hands instinctively moving toward their waist holsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Gold, sleeping soundly in the corner, seemed startled—he darted to Louis’s side, watching Konyue with wariness but no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis watched this scene, recalling key points from the art—the Pack Wolf technique incorporated elements of Japan’s Great Heavenly Dog Art, clearly designed to manifest in the head dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Konyue’s transformation ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, including its tail, it was nearly three meters long, over a meter tall at the shoulder, its claws and fangs rivaling those of a tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the transformation complete, the atmosphere inside the warehouse had changed—its drastic alteration and monstrous aura made everyone wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Louis clapped his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konyue dashed over, extended its tongue, its tail wagging furiously, as if begging for praise from its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also kicked Gold, who stood nearby, tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Retract your wings, and draw in your claws and fangs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konyue let out a howl, its wings retracting and merging seamlessly with its skin, becoming perfectly invisible, while its claws and fangs slightly receded, losing some of their ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, its massive size and blood-red hide made it unmistakably extraordinary—letting it loose might terrify countless people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Konyue’s wild nature was fierce, especially with its diet of raw meat and human blood; under normal circumstances, rebellion was inevitable—but the Dog Art naturally included countermeasures: during its initial feeding, talismans, secret arts, and blood drawn from the wrist all reinforced control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even fully grown, Konyue would not turn on Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ultimately, the best defense against rebellion is one’s own strength—and Louis now deeply desired to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the shift within the book in his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis took a deep breath, calmed Konyue and Gold, then turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Louis departed, Konyue immediately kicked Gold again, strutting with its head high and chest out, as if declaring itself the strongest; Gold whimpered and retreated to the corner, its eyes locked tightly on Konyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his room, Louis summoned the book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pages turned, new techniques began to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis nodded inwardly—yes, as expected: the Dog Art required at least one technique to be fully mastered before true cultivation was achieved. Now that all three techniques had succeeded, according to the original rules, the new inheritance had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t know whether this would revert to the Earth Art section or continue with the Strange Art section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Earth Art section, the Strange Art section clearly surpassed it in practicality, power, and difficulty—hopefully it would be the Strange Art section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Louis’s expectant gaze, the pages gradually stopped turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six techniques appeared before Louis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three Earth Arts? Three Strange Arts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1080,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9159a7d884e3904176f536935ec9bcb947ca8c9209b9f0839d0a344cf16d6da2","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-50","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-48",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]