[{"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-74":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},2273617,4441,"Chapter 74: Supreme Witch, Reckless and Wild","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-74",74,"\u003Cp>French culture? Those who understand, understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the traditions of revolutionary base areas, it’s famous for romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the other side of romance is also called... decadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car shut off, and Louis and the others entered a hotel to check in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Louis glanced beside him and saw Yulencar whispering something to her mother, Jeanne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Jeanne gripped David tightly, pressing her chest against him, her eyes occasionally darting toward the women passing by, appearing highly alert—drawing glances from those around, leaving David helplessly exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma smirked at this, while Yulencar shot her a glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, they felt the city’s distinctive character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family went to a restaurant serving French cuisine to try this foreign flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, people kept walking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because Yulencar, already a high school student, had grown into a sexy, beautiful girl—or perhaps because she clearly looked like a foreign tourist—each young man who entered tried to flirt and seek a romantic encounter with the foreign beauty; naturally, all were driven off without exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, the more beautiful Emma drew no attention at all—perhaps because although her face was lovely, she appeared short, with an unremarkable figure, and was still young, compounded by David’s murderous gaze, which carried considerable intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, what Louis didn’t expect was that even he, just going to get a glass of fruit wine, was approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, cutie? Want to have a drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blonde, mature woman called out to Louis. She sat on a swivel chair, her black lace dress outlining a stunning figure, her eyes brimming with cynicism and unusual confidence, a lady’s cigarette smoldering in her hand—the strong scent of smoke mingling with perfume, carrying an odd allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she was quite attractive, Louis had no interest in older women. A pretty woman in her thirties? Maybe. Forty? Hard pass. Fifty? Get lost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman before him, though well-maintained, was likely nearing forty—and not his type at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks, I’ve got things to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled, took the fruit wine, and returned to the table. The pendant on his chest warmed slightly—he kept walking, leaving the front desk as naturally as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiona didn’t stop him, only shook her head regretfully. Lately, her tastes had grown heavier; she wanted to sample some youthful flavor, and this young cutie was perfect—excellent aura, and most importantly, that vitality of life was incredibly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to possess some special ability—she couldn’t read his mind at all. That made it even more interesting. Was he religious? Or connected to Hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad he refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no interest in forcing anyone. That would be so dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh well, better find someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl of fifteen or sixteen burst in, glanced around, then stormed toward Fiona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cordelia?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you disappearing again? Can’t you just stay home? Do you have any idea how I found you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just asked the neighbors—they knew you were definitely around here, here, here, so...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl Cordelia seemed about to say this place was filthy, but stopped herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, Mom, come home, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A well-dressed gentleman, accompanied by a burly man, stepped forward and blocked Cordelia. The burly man shoved her, trying to drive her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gentleman looked at Fiona. Though he tried to appear gentlemanly and polite, his eyes clung tightly to her chest—desire impossible to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Fiona wouldn’t have minded playing with him. But today, she had no appetite for such things—and...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mysterious power flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly man, still shoving Cordelia, suddenly had his arm bent backward, exposing jagged white bone ends. The gentleman, meanwhile, let out two thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyeballs burst open, blood splattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the entire restaurant echoed with their screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as some nearby patrons turned to look, Fiona waved her hand—and everyone snapped their heads back as if controlled by puppets, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only exception...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiona rose amid the screams, gliding with a seductive step to stand before her daughter Cordelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLAP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struck her across the face. “You’re weak. Why do you think you can restrict my freedom? Even if you’re my daughter, it doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cordelia clutched her cheek, silent, tears welling in her eyes but never falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember this. Don’t forget. Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she exhaled a smoke ring, then walked out of the restaurant with Cordelia, her steps bold and unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they left, the restaurant’s eerie calm remained until new customers arrived and screamed, calling emergency services.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, sensing the pendant had blocked her mind-reading, sighed softly—he now knew something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn. Supreme Witch Fiona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New Orleans. Daughter named Cordelia. Just now, that mind-control, telekinesis...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with the American horror witch coven confirmed in Emilia’s witch journal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman is eighty percent likely to be Supreme Witch Fiona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old witch is no one to mess with—powerful, ruthless, arguably the strongest direct combatant among all Supreme Witches in history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, I’d have zero chance against her. I might truly be forced to submit. Honestly, she’s still relatively young—not unattractive...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, she still observes some earthly morality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like the curse-transfer spell is still useful after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis pondered for a moment, then returned to the hotel with David and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next several days, Louis didn’t leave the hotel—he devoted himself entirely to cultivation, increasing his internal Qi and practicing various techniques, striving to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma, bored, stayed with him. “This place is so boring. Chaotic. Nothing exciting. Those haunted houses? Not scary at all—just men and women going in to flirt. Disgusting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yulencar’s having it easy—bought tons of stuff, all kinds of cosmetics. Damn, I want to buy too, but David won’t give me money. Says I’m too young. But Yulencar’s only two or three years older than me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though she’s constantly being harassed. She looks like she’s about to die of annoyance. Haha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma chattered beside him, holding a knife to the neck of a white mouse, seemingly testing whether the mouse recognized the blade and had an instinct for danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis opened his eyes and glanced at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma immediately fell silent, shot him an annoyed look, then slit the mouse’s throat and ran outside to find a trash bin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, she returned, bringing him a cup of hot water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, the behavioral correction must be working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1079,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ed2d83ae0ea3f4bc2f2bc50d50184db022d67f33c78c9b585ac0a4531f00162e","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-75","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-73",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]