[{"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-5":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},2273548,4441,"Chapter 5: Evil Witchcraft, Filthy Family","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s pupils contracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a bony, hirsute, filthy man’s hand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, it was scraping across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his first impression of this place spiraled through Louis’s mind—scenes from crime films and horror movies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the chain on the wrist clanged against the floor did Louis’s heart finally ease slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound! Good, bound!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reason returned to the high ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully approaching, he saw a pale-skinned, gaunt middle-aged man lying on the ground, seemingly unable to speak, his wrists and ankles bound with iron chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to sense Louis’s arrival, lifted his head, his eyes brightened, and he struggled to speak, “Run away… don’t… stay… here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His speech was halting, clearly due to long-term silence causing language degradation, compounded by the chains and his pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious he had been imprisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief hesitation, Louis decided to take a gamble and communicate with the man—after all, this was a rare opportunity that must be seized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he still kept his distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Louis had bet correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through halting conversation, he learned the man was Emilia’s son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, a son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged woman having a middle-aged man as her son—there was clearly something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother, Emilia, was a descendant of a Portuguese witch tribe who came to America during its 19th-century colonial expansion, following a man, only to be abandoned after aging and losing her beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thereafter, to maintain her youth, she employed a dark witchcraft that drained the life of young girls to restore her youth—but the spell had a restriction: only witch descendants could be consumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, she was alone; her tribe and kin were far away in Portugal, with no other witch descendants. In this situation, she gave birth to twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so began the sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this witchcraft, she lived from the 19th century to the present, still youthful and beautiful, and earned vast wealth through the spell, living a life of luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until over a decade ago, something went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, she and her son… conceived again, and gave birth to twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, her son fell in love with a girl nearby; after discussion, they decided to elope, but before leaving, he wanted to steal away his child—he did not want his child to suffer the same filthy fate as he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the man wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Louis now clearly knew who the son-husband in the story was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, things took an unexpected turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witchcraft’s power was too strong; he was discovered, his legs broken, and locked in the basement, while the eloping woman took the other child and vanished, fate unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current Nuel is that child left behind—the son of the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How old is Nuel…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the hope in the man’s eyes, Louis shook his head—he understood what the man meant, but self-deception was meaningless; the scratches on the wall proved he had a sense of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lowered his head, offering a bitter smile. “Heh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis had no patience to watch the man’s misery; he urgently asked for useful information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally learned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The older she grows, the weaker her witchcraft becomes;】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Across the chamber is a path leading outside, but it is locked—children cannot open it;】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Besides telekinesis, Emilia’s witchcraft greatly enhances her speed and strength, though her physical durability remains unchanged;】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Lastly, she loves her son deeply—even after his betrayal, she never killed him.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After questioning, Louis climbed the stairs to examine the door faintly glowing with light and the heavy lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the lock, Louis suddenly pulled a thin iron sliver from his pocket—the lockpick he had specially prepared using Blood Gold Pliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit his little finger, smeared blood on it, inserted it into the lock, muttered a silent plea to Master Lu Ban for aid, and jiggled it several times before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more days of jiggling were needed before the lock would open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if Lu Ban had any power in this foreign land…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis swiftly returned to the great hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall had been tidied; the children sat quietly scattered about, vacant-eyed—their days of experience had drained their former liveliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma moved among them, speaking softly, wearing a warm, charming smile as if uplifting their spirits; some children clearly showed affection toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Louis returned without drawing attention. After glancing at Emma, he called Mary and Hai Li over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing happened, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, but the old witch’s temper’s been erratic lately—maybe it’s because of last night,” Mary unconsciously touched her head, which seemed swollen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been beaten again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, why does the old witch kiss her son? And why did she kick us out? Is it what Hai Li said—sex?” Mary asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, that’s gross!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, Louis nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mary fell into thought; beside her, Hai Li paid no attention, anxiously watching Louis, who nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, back in their room, Louis told the three about the basement—but concealed the Blood Gold Pliers, saying only that he was learning lock-picking and needed two or three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three reacted with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, the opportunity never came, but Emma and the children, during their free time, grew close and became friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, everyone sat in the hall on a spread red dance mat, staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis faintly heard voices from the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh, oh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis’s lip twitched—the mother and son had forgotten to close the door. Still, in broad daylight, tsk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Hai Li suddenly turned, whispering, “They won’t have time to watch us now—this is our chance. What do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, they had no time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis muttered inwardly, then looked at Hai Li. “Do you think they’ll let us leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around at the other children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hai Li fell silent, finally sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right—too many people, too obvious. Sneaking away was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Emma smiled. “Of course they will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked to them, speaking earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children, once wary and resistant, gradually grew uncertain—until they all heard the sounds from upstairs, their expressions shifting to surprise mixed with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes involuntarily turned toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1034,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fcbb0d16b21de6056011e8f5916043d21a3a373904e6f22bb5e15258c3846d9f","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-6","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-4",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]