[{"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-95":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},2273638,4441,"Chapter 95: I","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>He runs, he chases, Tang Mi has nowhere to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jason closing in, Tang Mi gritted his teeth and hurled the large-dose anesthetic syringe—whether it would hit, he had no idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice; he could only gamble on luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The syringe struck a tree branch, fell, and landed right on target—his luck was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason glanced at the large syringe stuck in his kidney area; behind both masks, his tiny eyes filled with confusion. He tilted his head, shook his body—seemed a bit numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reached out, snapped it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tossed it aside, charged forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for all these people suddenly appearing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t care. Kill, kill, kill…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In comparison, Tang Mi was far smarter. Seeing so many people and those terrifying weapons, he dove straight into the lake. The next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taptaptap!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce firepower exploded—flames blue as hell roared, each bullet capable of taking a life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the machine gun, one of the heaviest weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the machine gun, a dozen automatic rifles fired in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even this concentrated fire only pushed Jason back—he didn’t shed a single drop of blood, though his clothes became tattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre, personally operating the machine gun, whistled in surprise, then grew excited—this was far more formidable than any beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets can’t hurt you, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about grenades?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the pins and hurled five or six grenades at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground churned up soil, smoke filled the air, trees blazed fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s towering figure emerged from the flames and smoke like a demon god, still wearing his mask, his hatchet broken, his body ragged, covered in rotting flesh—but his ferocious aura remained undiminished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sprinted, leaped, ran forward, landed—distance drastically reduced—and hurled the broken blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre’s pupils shrank; he barely dodged with reflexes, roaring, “Flamethrowers—now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flamethrowers ignited at once—several fierce fire serpents lashed out, Peihezhebuduanshejidejiqiang ， Xiangshiyimeimeihuoliuxingyiyangjizhongjiesen 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jason simply stood there, taking it all—no dodging, no blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets, mingled with fire, tore through his wounds, blasting larger holes into his body—but soon, bullets were pushed out from the wounds, and his injuries began healing rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the flames burned him briefly, scorching and blackening his flesh, before new skin and muscle slowly grew back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still advancing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, witnessing this, immediately activated his Blood Curse Pearl—eighteen exploded at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason finally paused again, blood first trickling from his nose and mouth—but it did little. Soon, he pressed forward again, enduring fire and bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! Bring out the rocket launcher!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket launcher’s power could surely shatter Jason—but shattered, he’d become even harder to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis wasn’t ready to do that—not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis looked toward the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illusionary Light Technique—activate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hazy figure gradually coalesced, sharpened—a middle-aged woman, smiling warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jason! Look who this is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason ignored it, kept charging—until a bullet’s impact slightly shifted his angle, and his peripheral vision caught the figure. His entire body froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire and bullets still rained down, but Jason no longer resisted—only stared, dumbfounded, at the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His backup plan had worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he couldn’t determine whether Jason’s strength was mid- or late-stage, Louis prepared heavy firepower; and knowing Jason was a mama’s boy with low intelligence, how could Louis not exploit this weakness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was clear—everything he’d done was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Curse Technique was indeed ineffective against Jason—his undead resilience and regeneration far exceeded that of the Flesh-Eating Demon; mere blood-based organ destruction wouldn’t suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since he responded to this, things would be easier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s strength was immense, but compared to his undead resilience and regeneration, it was child’s play—many methods could bind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machine guns fell silent. Flamethrowers shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick chains, as thick as arms, began wrapping around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason made no movement at all—only stared blankly at his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Jason’s mental age was very low; he was still a child when he drowned. All these years, due to resurrection by the Book of the Dead, his mind hadn’t matured—it had regressed further, becoming more vacant. In a sense, he truly was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these conditions, as long as no direct harm was done, Jason would remain in his dazed state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre gave a signal; two members cautiously approached, securing him with shackles, leg irons, handcuffs, and a mouth gag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Louis controlled the illusion, slowly guiding it toward the parked vehicles by the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason tried to follow—but bound, he could barely walk, and suddenly went berserk, breaking free of his daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strength surged—thick iron chains groaned under the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, Andre, and the others watched tensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason ultimately couldn’t break the layered chains—he’d been resurrected too few times, hadn’t gained enough enhancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he remained wildly agitated, thrashing constantly—moving him now would be dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis created another illusion—but it worked less effectively this time; it calmed him slightly, yet he still struggled and writhed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A head surfaced from the water: “Show Jason the scene of him with his mother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Tang Mi—who, as a child, had once resembled Jason enough to make him freeze, allowing Tang Mi to turn the tables and kill him. Tang Mi knew this weakness well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis paused, adjusting the light slightly. Ripples spread across the lake’s edge; beside the middle-aged woman, a child’s silhouette gradually appeared—faint, indistinct, but clearly the two walked together toward another direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason fell still. He lifted his head, his body wriggling like a caterpillar on the ground, desperately trying to crawl toward his mother, to reclaim his home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this, Louis suddenly felt like a child trafficker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah—a child who’d killed countless people, a veritable vice squad captain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis guided him thus, leading Jason into a specially forged steel cage. Locks snapped shut, chains interlocked, trapping Jason completely within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight or nine men heaved together, lifting the cage and Jason onto the truck bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the very last moment before the truck closed, Jason’s gaze remained fixed on the mother-and-child illusion by the lake—motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truck door shut. Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, I’ve subdued the mama’s boy, Jason!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f768fd802b3e794396748f11b8134c74264e9c9df08e76dc17ec1756bc0bfc16","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-96","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-94",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]