[{"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-57":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},2273600,4441,"Chapter 57: Under the Flames, All Beings Are Equal!","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-57",57,"\u003Cp>“Louis, don’t trust them—they took Olivier and the others, and they’re going to kill us too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man growled fiercely, quickly edging toward the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns don’t aim, bullets are deadly, but these two women know the kid—if we hold them, there’s room to maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet struck him precisely; blood sprayed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaah!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream ignited the entire house; over a dozen people launched a frenzied counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis didn’t fire again—he touched his wrist, and the next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two adult men charging forward suddenly collapsed to their knees, faces twisted in agony, spitting blood, trembling uncontrollably as if enduring unbearable pain, yet before they could scream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They collapsed outright, lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, everyone was stunned, staring at Louis with shock and uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad! Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the violent youths ran over, sobbing as they clutched the corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden, bizarre scene froze everyone into silence; heavy breathing echoed loudly in the stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis watched the group, thinking about what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible. No such option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had no deep feelings for Angela, she was still an acquaintance, David’s sister—he owed David at least that much respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But kill them all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Maybe it’s not out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police haven’t arrived yet, and investigation methods in this era are pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Louis’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, in the room, Brett finally reacted, lunging to his father’s side, eyes filled with tears: “Dad, Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man wasn’t dead yet; his gaze fixed on Louis. “Please… spare the children…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad! Don’t beg him—I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brett roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father’s eyes flared, as if trying to say something—but in his panic, blood gushed from the wound, and in an instant, his head lolled, life gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunshot rang out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brett, who had just been screaming, screamed in agony, clutching his leg in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis blew at the nonexistent smoke from his barrel. “Think I’m invisible? Want to kill me? Who the hell do you think you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the adults stepped forward. “Kid, don’t be reckless—gunshots this loud will draw the whole town. You won’t escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We all have guns here. Leave now while you still can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, many of them had guns—but none could reach them now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Let them come. I’ve got plenty of bullets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis swung his pistol, unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here—take this golden arm. You know how much it’s worth. Just leave, and we swear we won’t call the police.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threats failed; now came bribery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man showed off the golden arm on the table. Louis said nothing, sneered, and walked straight in. Those around him scattered like fleeing tigers and wolves, several times twitching to move—but the black muzzle still sent chills down their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few men recognized this pistol—it was powerful enough to kill an adult with one shot. Too risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he’d already killed the ringleader. Surely he wouldn’t turn on them now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he’s just a kid. His heart can’t be that… cruel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Louis successfully led Angela and the other out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two head back—David’s coming too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two, utterly lost, nodded instinctively and moved backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Louis had gotten out of the car and sprinted here fast on Golden’s heels, but David’s physical condition…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he arrived first. David was still behind—he’d run because this was a corner of town, the roads too narrow for the car to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending them off, Louis turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was time to deal with this trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the woman sneaking toward the stairs, trying to climb up—Golden dashed over, bit her thigh, and yanked her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he ran to Louis’s side, glaring fiercely at those inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Louis ignored all their threats, bribes, and pleas—he exhaled, and a flame appeared out of nowhere, rapidly swelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the terror-stricken eyes of all, the fire ignited the curtains, tables, cabinets, spreading swiftly, flames roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of wind surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several white men could no longer bear it—they charged for the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Louis stood blocking the entrance, motionless. Each man who rushed forward collapsed instantly, spitting blood, kneeling dead—their bulky bodies perfectly blocking the doorway, replaying the earlier scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick smoke rolled. Louis began retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dying from smoke inhalation, burning, or searing heat—he figured these people would enjoy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t like it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then tell me. If you don’t speak, how do I know? If I don’t know, how do I change?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh right—they’ll probably try to escape through windows or other exits. When they come out, I’ll appear before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them feel the despair after hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interesting. Heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait… why do I feel cold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling sensation came from behind. Louis’s hair stood on end. Golden barked wildly, slamming into him from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An axe flew toward him, rapidly growing larger in his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pendant of the Kitchen God on his chest warmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe grazed his side and slammed straight into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaah!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to hit someone—but Louis paid no attention. He took a deep breath, forced his racing heart to calm, and fixed his eyes on the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ragged, half-decayed corpse, barely recognizable as female, shuffled toward them. Its rotting jaw moved continuously, sound emerging from its ruined vocal cords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Golden arm… my golden arm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it back… give it back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she ignored Louis entirely and walked straight into the blazing house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah! Help! Help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brett! It’s your fault! You said she only killed Claire who cut off her arm! Why is she coming after us?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blame me? You didn’t object when we made the decision!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! No! It was Brett who wanted your arm! Don’t kill me! Don’t! Aaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brett, die! It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t been so reckless, we wouldn’t be like this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brett! Fuck you! Did you hear that? FUCK YOU!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brett was utterly abandoned—normal, really. His father led their fathers’ clique, and Brett was flashy, fun-loving, cruel—following him meant showing off. Now, faced with danger, all buried resentments erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rotting woman inside was still fighting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather—the people inside still wouldn’t give up the golden arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming greed of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Louis made no move to interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was killing his enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the sound of the axe chopping bone, he found it strangely fascinating—not like chopping wood, but something unique, indescribable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only certainty: it was excruciating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, one blow rarely kills instantly—unless it’s a direct downward strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouting, wailing, axe on bone, fire crackling—all merged into a grand, unique symphony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this woman kept muttering about the golden arm… why does that sound familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotting corpse… searching for a golden arm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this the story one of those kids told back when I was playing storytelling with them at David’s wedding?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1161,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","621a6439882f35f32f1622693de9196673181250726c8ff225c40440b12ff9c6","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-58","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-56",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]