[{"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-87":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},2273630,4441,"Chapter 87: Dark Dawn: Evil Against Evil","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-87",87,"\u003Cp>Fireworks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not New Year’s or Independence Day—why are they setting off fireworks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he immediately dismissed it—perhaps it was just the rich people’s whim; after all, to the wealthy, happiness was what mattered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car violently slammed into the estate’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the doors opened than the two screamed, “Help! Someone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing scream froze them in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could even process what was happening, a crowd of well-dressed people burst out from inside—crying hysterically, disheveled, drenched in blood, mentally shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they knew was to run outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, one after another, deformed figures resembling the three brothers charged out, wielding axes in frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their numbers—so many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposite balcony, a charred black corpse hung upside down, burning with flames, faint drops of grease still oozing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this brutal scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were utterly stunned; Jesse collapsed to his knees in despair, weeping uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why! Why is this happening!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris too was mentally shattered; the estate, once symbolizing dawn, now felt like a dark abyss, swallowing them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything… was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the two in collapse failed to notice—the deformed figures themselves seemed to be fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!! My little darlings, come back now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch me light up the fireworks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long, orange-yellow flame dragon burst through the hall’s doors, shot past them, and surged behind, encircling and sealing the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deformed figures, who had moments ago been cruel hunters before normal humans, now shivered violently, huddled in corners, staring at Louis in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they had seen a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, Louis was no different from a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Jackson—nearly stabbed to death—had decisively triggered the fireworks; the deformed ones hidden in the back hills had flooded in without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fireworks meant one thing: come here and slaughter, turn the estate into a hunting ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they hadn’t killed many yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw their chieftain Jackson hanging upside down on the balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came this man—he burned Jackson alive with fire, and the still-burning corpse dripping grease below? That was Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fire… fire…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burn… dead…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So scary…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deformed figures huddled in the corner screamed nonstop as the orange-yellow flames drew nearer, babbling human words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a woman behind Louis burst out, raised her gun, and fired at him; behind her, several other deformed figures charged forward, hurling axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets and axes passed clean through Louis’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, who had cast the Illusory Light technique to conceal himself, dispelled the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on—he knew they were numerous; could he not keep a trick up his sleeve?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many sorcerers throughout history have died from being mobbed or assassinated from behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a sorcerer gains sufficient strength, his most vital priority is concealing and protecting his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis lightly brushed his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sally, still searching for Louis’s whereabouts, desperate to avenge her lover, suddenly felt her blood surge violently—her eyes burst with blood, then collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body fell straight to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed from every pore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deformed figures were stunned—they didn’t know what to do now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woooh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop! Pop! Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, one after another, bursts of blood erupted—deformed figure after deformed figure collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none were dead—only bleeding profusely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Louis step forward, looking at the fallen deformed figures, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t let his guard down; given their physical resilience, massive blood loss alone wouldn’t control them—he swiftly drew his gun and fired repeatedly into each one’s limbs, piercing through again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he walked to Sally’s side, gazing at the dying woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard you liked my eyes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, look at me—aren’t they beautiful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into Louis’s eyes, Sally’s gaze blazed with fury; she strained every last ounce of strength to reach out—she would avenge her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames engulfed her, burning her whole body, her shriek piercing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shook his head—he felt he’d been too kind lately, granting her a death matching her lover’s instead of just shooting her outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Louis noticed the two kneeling by the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Two normal people still here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’d you get here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris stared at Louis, his eyes filled with indescribable emotion—fear, admiration, excitement, joy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Jesse was more straightforward—he was backing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk. Fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis shook his head, then ignored them entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely waved his hand—fine powder scattered over them, sending them into brief daze; they staggered to their feet, climbed into the police car, and drove off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back, Louis looked at the two dozen deformed figures, his face lit with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, let’s play a game.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When David and the others drove back, the battle was already over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the blood-splattered courtyard, besides the few deformed figures still tied up and bleeding, there were now nearly twenty pigs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pigs grunted incessantly, their eyes glazed, and they looked rather ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Louis?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was reading a notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David watched the deformed figures warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, these guys are ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma walked over with her gun, “Louis?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s with these grotesque creatures?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same old story—inbreeding, cannibalism, and… water pollution mutations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family notebook detailed their origins: originally normal, just with more deformed children and no extraordinary strength; then a paper mill upstream polluted the river, causing mutations among them—generation after generation, they became this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the pigs… the estate’s kitchen still had some normal food, and there were many different animal pelts left there, apparently meant for disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis made good use of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncles, get back in the car—what comes next is bloody, not fit for you to see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David nodded calmly; he had to admit, after all he’d endured, he felt he’d grown a thick skin—nothing surprised him anymore, he was unshakable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis picked up the parchment and began the Beast Creation spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap tap tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of women’s leather shoes appeared in his field of vision; Emma stood gracefully before Louis, even helping him haul over the sheepskin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, Louis simply gave up caring and continued his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One passed the sheepskin, the other shaped the goat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1049,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cc01660aecba41cac35e70cfdcbac15049ffd1ba65daf5ccb52787715387bb31","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-88","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-86",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]