[{"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-64":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},2273607,4441,"Chapter 64: Prank News","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>In America, ordering milk for schoolchildren is a common thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because the Jiali family is single-parent, they’re naturally tight on money, so their milk order is a bundled package delivered along with the newspaper, meaning it only comes on Saturday afternoons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, today is Saturday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret, who was working as a server outside, stared at the customer’s dress, low-cut top, and silk stockings…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression froze rigidly; inside, she screamed in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is impure! This is self-degradation! You’ll be lured by demons after death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to keep her job, she forced herself to endure, forcing a smile onto her face while her fingernails dug into her thigh skin, drawing thin trails of blood down her leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the customer left, her expression shattered instantly, twisting into something monstrous; the nearby staff merely shrugged, unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, her shift ended. The other staff left in pairs, leaving Margaret alone to walk home in solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t care about any of it—she was only thinking about how long she’d need to pray once she got home, but no matter how long she prayed, she wouldn’t let Jiali take part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was impure; letting her pray would be blasphemy against God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already made one mistake—she couldn’t make another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret walked on, head bowed, all the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until she reached her doorstep, when the sudden jingling of a bicycle bell broke her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A milk deliveryman interrupted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s your milk and newspaper. Oh, someone stopped me and asked me to give you this—no charge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pedaled away at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret stared blankly at what she held, set down the milk and newspaper, then tore open the package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bizarre-looking doll leapt out, tackling her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A basin happened to be right beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the wooden fence beside her skirt, a bent nail had appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret was drenched all over, and as she fell backward, her skirt tore wide open, revealing her underwear—everything felt too perfectly coincidental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, it was exactly rush hour; several passersby happened to witness the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her clothes had been transparent and even less, it could’ve passed for a wet-body seduction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many stopped in their tracks; some instinctively moved forward to help—but as they reached out their hands…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret slapped the hand away, glaring fiercely at everyone. “Get lost! Don’t touch me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she quickly huddled behind the wooden fence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few kind souls exchanged glances, then walked off with disgusted expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiali heard the commotion and rushed out. “Mom?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiali!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Margaret clung desperately to Jiali, bursting into uncontrollable sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali froze completely in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom… is hugging me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, except for rare moments, Mom had never held me this tightly. Mom may be Mom, and sometimes she cares, but she’s never been this close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warmth spread through her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stiffly reached out, hugged Mom, and gently patted her back—the way she’d seen mothers soothe babies on TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also the image of breastfeeding, but she’d been scolded by Mom right after watching it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After just two pats, Margaret jolted awake, immediately let go, clutched her skirt, and bolted inside like a frightened animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali stood there, hollowed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Emma was smiling faintly with a rented camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this, of course, was her doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re so insanely conservative, aren’t you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I’ll make you humiliate yourself—not just humiliate you, I’ll photograph this moment, and haunt you for life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What can you do? What can you possibly do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of it, the joy of revenge made Emma lick her lips, her smile widening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had even more vicious plans ready—plans that could destroy someone effortlessly, because people like Margaret, so extremely conservative, are so easy to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But considering Louis’s warning, and Jiali’s usefulness as a tool to monitor Yulunca…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t carried out those truly cruel plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, this was only the first act—there’s a second one coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Jiali, still dazed, and quietly activated her second plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over cheerfully, wearing a bright smile, her cool hooded outfit creating a striking contrast that made her seem genuinely kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali’s eyes lit up at first, then she shrank back, shaking her head and pointing toward the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma shook her head, mimicking Louis’s gesture, and patted Jiali’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiali hesitated—then the next second…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are we still friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, Jiali immediately moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma led Jiali toward her house. Just before entering, she glanced at the neighboring house, smiling with hidden meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past couple of days, Jiali had been visiting their house more frequently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the most important thing—the most important thing was Emma’s attitude: she was being kind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could that be possible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis flatly refused to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d spent years training her; she barely followed the rules. To expect her to show kindness? He’d never imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s definitely wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Emma kept dragging Jiali somewhere, sneaking around mysteriously; whenever Louis passed by downstairs, they’d instantly pretend nothing was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made Louis curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since it wasn’t women fighting, he still focused his main energy on cultivation—he felt he was close to generating inner Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi cultivation demands daily, relentless practice—it’s like rowing upstream!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Louis cultivated…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Downstairs, Yulunca was watching TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news reported two stories: one, the Saint Katha Monastery in Romania had been damaged by unidentified aircraft, suspected to be linked to internal revolution in Mao Xiong; the Vatican Church announced it would send nuns and priests to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second story: the famous exorcists Warren and his wife, certified by the Church, announced the establishment of a New England Parapsychology Research Association branch in New York, inviting those troubled by demons or evil spirits to seek help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stories made Yulunca suspicious. Just because something aired on TV didn’t mean it was officially verified; the precocious Yulunca had long understood one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no justice in this world—otherwise, what’s the point of money?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those paranormal variety shows also air on TV—ultimately, they’re just money-making gimmicks, all business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these two stories reminded her of Louis’s flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she felt suspicious, why she began to connect the dots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do demons and evil spirits truly exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they do, then is hell real too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly turned to Jiali, who was whispering with Emma. “Jiali, tell me in detail about your religion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1089,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2ca73fbb6f44b09300b6a2283de1eeb5e01f4bc2fdad0fd493c424a91b0277a7","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-65","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-63",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]