Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 311 The Mysterious Source: The Three Demon Youths
As Louis was about to delve into the depths of his memories, Freddy's expression became even more distorted, his eyes turned bloodshot, and a shriek suddenly erupted from his wide-open mouth.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Snapped!
Louis slapped him across the face.

It suddenly became quiet.

Freddy, extremely dissatisfied but powerless to resist, began to fiercely resist Louis's power.

He even creates dreams within dreams within dreams in his own mind, one layer after another...

This was used to construct a dream labyrinth to prevent Louis from continuing to dig.

It's clear that it really doesn't want Louis to know about its past.

Seeing this, Louis stroked his chin and smiled dismissively.

In a dream, given Freddy's abilities, Louis could at most defeat him; it would be impossible for him to be held in his hand and allowed to be rolled and shaped like this.

But now it's not a dream, so Freddy is a complete weakling, his life and death in the hands of others.

hum!
Louis's Yang God power changed nature, and the platinum flames containing Louis's will began to burn fiercely inside his head. At this moment, Freddy's head actually began to spew fire from its seven orifices!

In its mind.

The mazes that were built, each one as grand as a world, were like a civilization on a planet suddenly attacked from outside, breaking free from its cage and system to strike from the outside!

boom! boom! boom!
The massive, imaginative city walls were utterly powerless against the swirling platinum flames that burned through the ground, relentlessly advancing towards the core.

No matter how the Earth's crust strengthens, even if it turns into steel, diamonds, or even if floods, snowflakes, and glaciers fall from the sky!
To no avail.

at last.

The flames burned through the Earth's crust and reached the Earth's core.

In this battle of imagination within a dream, Louis won, through underhanded tactics and a miraculous victory.

Naturally, they also gained the rights of the victor.

It touched that core memory.

……

In the early 20th century, a nun named Amanda Kruger suffered a misfortune. While serving at the Westin Hills Asylum, she accidentally opened a locked room containing hundreds of mentally ill patients, where she was assaulted and subjected to various forms of torture.

This tragic event continued for a long time until she was rescued when she was on the verge of death, by which time she was already pregnant.

Sadly, the church does not allow abortion.

Therefore, the nun could only give birth to this child and died after childbirth.

Freddy Krueger was born, a man who simultaneously embodies both good and evil in a religious sense.

That's just how it is in this land; strange rituals just come about so easily.

Born under circumstances of being assaulted by hundreds of mentally ill people and causing the death of his birth mother shortly after birth, Freddy Krueger seems to possess a stronger symbol of evil, and his subsequent experiences further pushed him completely toward evil.

Because of the flawed social system at the time, or perhaps due to bad luck, he was adopted by a man with alcoholism and sadistic tendencies. Freddy learned a lot from him, until one day, Freddy, now capable of resistance, slit his adoptive father's throat with a razor blade.

From this moment on.

The evil symbolism surrounding Freddy Krueger became dominant.

After that, through sweet talk and underhanded tactics, he successfully hooked up with a wealthy family in town, became their husband, and had a lovely daughter. Doesn't that sound wonderful? A reformed life? A happy family?

No, no.

His desires became uncontrollable the moment he killed his adoptive father. He began to secretly abduct children from the town, take them to the boiler room of the power plant where he worked, and brutally murder them, deriving pleasure from the process.

But the truth will eventually come out, especially since his methods were quite crude. He was eventually caught, and all the procedures and evidence were in order, but in the end, he made a mistake on the signature.

The damn laws of America released him over a trivial procedural issue, but the truth is far more abhorrent: he was released because he had squandered his fortune bribing the police at the time.

Freddy's carefree life didn't last long after his release. The enraged townspeople took the law into their own hands and burned him alive.

At the moment of his death, the evil symbol that had appeared since childhood was finally fulfilled, and the powerful ritual, which was completed by chance, was officially completed. Because he chose evil, he attracted the power from hell.

Even a trace of the power of hell was too much for it to bear. So, it transformed into three dream demons without specific names or forms before it. Through these three dream demons, it gained control of the power of hell and became the Nightmare King—Freddy!

After that, it began to indiscriminately slaughter the townspeople, children, and teenagers of Springwood, especially the parents who burned it to death.

Unfortunately, it was rather unlucky. Having just gained immense power and acted recklessly for a while, it was almost sent back to hell by Nancy who seized upon its patterns and weaknesses. In the end, it was sealed in Nancy's memory by a mysteriously appearing smoking man, and it remains there to this day.

……

"A hundred mental patients, nuns maintaining their piety, maternal death after childbirth, choosing between justice and evil... This hot-weather ritual is truly disgusting."

"And those three dream demons, who are actually the embodiment of hellish power, have granted you power."

Louis frowned slightly.

Putting the ritual aside, he couldn't do such a perverted thing, and besides, the ritual had a strong religious connotation and there might be some overlooked details in it, so it wasn't very valuable.

What truly caught his attention were the three dream demons, the so-called incarnations of hellish power.

What is the power of hell!

After carefully considering Freddy's memories, Louis noticed that what Freddy saw in that power was blocked and could not be explored, but his later exclamation that this power represented hell caught his attention.

Upon seeing the power of hell, Freddy believed it represented hell itself.

Even after being sealed away and sent to Hell, where it broadened its horizons, it didn't change its mind. It still believed this represented the power of Hell, which is quite terrifying to think about...

"It can represent Hell and grant it the power of a great demon. And this is still the result of not absorbing all three dream demons. This is something even a demon god cannot do."

By eliminating all impossibilities and considering the worst-case scenario, the conclusion is—

Demon level!
At least a pseudo-Demon King level.

As for other possibilities, they certainly exist, but this is the worst one.

Upon realizing this, Louis's gaze towards Freddy's head changed.

In Louis's estimation, both the Demon King and the Pseudo-Demon King were probably at the Immortal level, far beyond his current capabilities. It was best to stay away from them.

Of the seven deadly sins, Louis has only ever encountered the Demon Lord of Greed, Mammon, and even that was the kind of encounter where I knew Him, but He didn't know me.

Even so, Louis didn't want to meet any more demon kings; one was enough to keep him on edge.

However, it was a dream... a dream...

Are there any demon lords who are related to dreams?
My restless mind began to stir again.

Take a deep breath.

Snapped!
Louis snapped his fingers, and the flames burning Freddy's soul finally died down.

"Tell me about those three dream demons."

"Where did they go after they gave you power? Can you still contact them?"

Louis decided to ask for clarification. This part of the content was blocked in Freddy's and others' memories, but perhaps it knew it itself?
Facing Louis's problem.

Freddy, whose secrets had all been exposed, did not blurt out the secret as expected. Instead, he remained silent for a moment and, unusually, became stubborn, saying, "I don't know."

The voice was deep and forceful.

Louis's expression became subtle.

Looking at Freddy holding up his finger, he said, "Come on, look at this finger, and answer me again."

Pong!
A crimson flame burned at his fingertips, vaguely condensing into the phantom of a flower petal.

Gumbling—

Freddy swallowed a non-existent mouthful of saliva.

Because it was burned to death in its previous life, it has a fear of fire, even though ordinary flames cannot harm it. But now, it can sense the power contained within these crimson flames before it. Its nemesis!

An absolute nemesis!!

Even a tiny bit of it is a terrifying nemesis that will cause unbearable pain!
Seeing the flame, Freddy finally changed his mind.

“You know I’m always honest.”

Its expression was full of sincerity.

Louis nodded amicably. "Of course, of course I know, so speak!"

"Those three guys have actually been in hell all along."

Through Freddy's narration, Louis learned some information about these three dream demons.

These three demons remain in Hell to this day. They will only appear when Freddy dies in the mortal world and is cast back into Hell. They will then infuse him with new power based on the souls he devours until he reaches a new limit.

It's like three batteries storing energy.

And its extraordinary control over dreams also originates from them.

It had made its own guesses, but the three dream demons seemed to be truly unrelated to other demons, not incarnations of the demon kings. They were very mechanical, without even a physical form, and more like symbols of some kind of power. Well, it believed they were symbols of the power of hell.

Therefore, it believes that this is the power bestowed upon it by hell, and that it is the child of hell!
Once it has devoured all three dream demons, it will become the new demon king!

At this point, Freddy became animated, "I'm going to make all of humanity dream every day!"

"And we must connect all of humanity's dreams: men into women's dreams, the old into children's dreams, those with adolescent delusions into those with depression, violent freaks into pacifist dreams, religious fanatics into heretics' dreams..."

"Hahaha, that's going to be really fun!"

Louis didn't slap it; he was now pondering Freddy's words.

Three mechanized, invisible demons; a symbol of some kind of power; children of hell...

As Louis waited, another conjecture came to mind, but it was too absurd. After hesitating for a moment, given his shallow understanding of hell, authority, and the world, Louis finally buried the conjecture in his heart.

Freddy's power is still viewed as the work of the Demon King.

This is the safest approach.

Wait until you come to your senses.

Freddy was completely absorbed in his fantasy, muttering extremely arrogant things like God licking his asshole, Satan tattooing his face, and Jason becoming his dog.

Snapped!
A spark flew into that incessantly chattering mouth.

hum! !

"Awoooooo!!"

A piercing scream rang out, and Freddy's face contorted in an instant. The scream and the face even reminded Louis of cattle and horses being tortured.

After a while.

Louis followed suit and had Freddie engraved with a Yin-Yang Blazing Flame Seal to suppress evil, using it to control him.

However, this sign is somewhat ineffective against a demon like Freddy who lives in a dream world, and if he becomes powerful enough, he might break free.

Looking at Freddy, Louis was considering whether or not to hire him.

Freddy, who had just been burned and was in excruciating pain, dared not speak. He knew very well how useful his abilities were. Judging from the other party's posture, he probably didn't intend to kill him. So he was definitely going to take him in as a dog. No matter what, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It's just being his dog, no big deal.

Besides, he can't keep me trapped for a lifetime!
Just wait, I'll quietly grow stronger and then show you the power of dreams!

Then I'll tie you to the stake and have you roasted by the flames day and night!

I am the one favored by the power of hell, destined to rule over demons and spread fear in the future—King Freddy Krueger!

Freddy couldn't help but laugh out loud as he thought about it.

"Pfft!"

"Hey hey hey-"

Louis narrowed his eyes. "What are you laughing at?"

"Um, I just remembered something happy."

"What's the happy thing?"

"My daughter seems to still be alive."

"Oh~"

Snapped!
The door closed, plunging the room into darkness. A flame mark burned fiercely on Freddy's forehead, relentlessly consuming his soul. The damage was minor, but the pain was intense.

"I know I was wrong! Come back! Come back!"

"I'll call you master! Boss! I'll do anything you want!"

"Come back! Come back!"

"No! No! No!"

"—"

The long echo reverberated through the room, yet it failed to transmit a single sound, demonstrating the reliable airtightness of the peach wood-sealed room.

Lock the door.

Louis patted the corner of his clothes.

Carrie and Maria came over.

“Let’s go to the new church to deal with Freddy’s split consciousness and check on the old priest. I’m very curious about the church’s current strength.”

……

Just as Freddy broke the seal, allowing Nancy to recall most of her memories.

California.

In the brightly lit club, men and women danced, releasing their hormones to their hearts' content.

Even though the place was full of vomit, the ground was sticky from dried wine, and there were things like ice, powder, and pills, all of this was completely overshadowed by the passion of lovemaking.

In this atmosphere, a handsome young man, reeking of cigarettes yet still attracting "moths" from all around him, sat on the large sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.

He even exhaled a triple smoke ring, causing the "moths" to scream and press their massive breasts tightly against the young man, as if they wanted to smother him.

One of the long-legged beauties even flipped over and straddled him, her strong, long legs clamping tightly around him.

He downed a bottle of wine, then fiercely lowered his head and kissed her.

"Whoa oh oh!!"

It was accompanied by cheers and encouragement from those around them.

The young man and the long-legged beauty also began to move rhythmically.

The whole place is utterly corrupt.

But at this moment.

hum!
puff!
A large amount of alcohol was vomited out.

The young man shoved the already wet beauty aside, wiped his hair, and looked in one direction, his bright eyes flashing with impatience.

"Shet!"

(End of this chapter)