Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 371 The Brewing Crisis
Moon.

Palace.

Louis, who was playing Sudoku with Mary, was startled.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, just a little bug acting silly."

"Let's continue."

Louis smiled gently and continued playing with Mary.

"Oh."

Louis was distracted by three things.

Just now, he felt a strange thought speaking his name, and it was specific, definitely referring to him.

This is a fundamental ability of a deity; a deity cannot speak, but if they do, there will be a sense of enlightenment.

Currently, Louis only recognizes the real name Louis Cano; titles such as Spirit of God, Sun God, and Enlightened One have not yet been included in his list.

Normally, there's nothing wrong with people speaking with a sense of awareness. He wouldn't bother with ordinary people talking about gods unless it's offensive. But since he could sense the presence of the other person, he had no choice but to take a look.

Following the trail, they spotted an old acquaintance, Freddy.

This guy used a special ability to release a part of himself, but in reality, Louis had already marked it with his divine sense beforehand and left it outside, just so that it could find the Book of the Dead.

I had almost forgotten about this guy.

Unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared at this time.

A quick glance.

Louis's eyes flickered.

interesting.

I actually found the Book of the Dead! Freddy Krueger is quite valuable, isn't he? But is he coming to find me? Doesn't he know what's been happening lately?
Louis's eyes turned strange.

"Louis?" Carrie, who brought over the tea, asked with some confusion.

Louis's mind raced, and he quickly sent down a fraction of his divine power, taking the tea. "Nothing much. How's your cultivation going lately?"

“Oh, I feel my bloodline stirring, I’m probably about to break through to the level of a Great Demon. I also feel that my abilities have changed a few times recently. By the way, Louis, does my mother believe in you now?” Carrie asked.

???

Does Margaret believe in me?
A brief investigation revealed no trace of Margaret's faith in the divine figures.

He shook his head. "What, she changed her faith?"

"Well, a few days ago before she came up here, I found out that she had changed her faith. Her doctrines seemed to be similar to the Church of Apocalypse, so I didn't pay any attention to it. But if she's not a follower of you, then she's probably a follower of some small sect."

Carrie said this with a calm expression.

There's no way around it; having a mother who's a fervent religious believer sometimes means you just have to be more adaptable.

Louis had nothing to say about it and let her be.

But there are Protestants proselytizing in my territory? That won't do!

His eyes flashed immediately.

Divine will manifest.

In Orlando, a bishop of the Church of Apocalypse who was temporarily in charge of the work was stunned and knelt down to listen to divine will.

A moment later, he stood up.

With a serious expression, he walked toward the Cano Group. Next, he would use official power to abolish all Protestantism in Florida and reclaim the right of interpretation!

To spark a religious reformation!
A massive cleanup!

And Jack, who had just been converted to Christianity and attended Mass with him, silently followed.

His eyes shone with an unprecedented determination.

Now he knows who the deity was that saved his life and even gave him a new life.

Therefore, he will keep his promise.

Serve me for life!

……

Washington.

Subordinate agencies of the Administration Bureau.

Hunter Division.

Here sits a variety of people drinking tea and chatting. Some are even working, playing games, drinking afternoon tea, and watching TV series. It's a complete leisure and entertainment space.

As a hunter department dedicated to hunting down all sorts of witches, they are honestly quite idle.

Unfortunately, in modern society, the mystical side is increasingly hidden behind the scenes, and the witches, as members of it, are no exception. Recently, the only ones they have been in contact with are the Salem witches; the other witches have either gone to Europe or obtained official status, which is quite troublesome.

After a while, they seemed useless. What else could they do all day but eat and drink?

Unfortunately, the good days are over.

My slacking-off life has come to an end.

"Ahem, now I have some bad news to share," the minister suddenly announced.

"We received a last-minute order from above to conduct a large-scale search for witches in Texas and nearby southern states such as St. Louis. Several field teams will be with us to capture other monster races during this period."

"So, everyone, let's get ready to take action."

"what?"

The group of lazy bums immediately sighed.

Time to go back to work.

Looking at this group of lazy, unmotivated people, some even with their big bellies showing, looking like pieces of fish belly, the minister's lips twitched.

After so long, their professionalism has declined considerably, and they've laid off many employees. I wonder if they'll even be able to use those special weapons anymore. Is this all they're good for?

Oh no, what if I mess this up and get fired?
The minister scratched his head, and under the pressure of his job, he finally remembered the hunter company that the laid-off employees had spontaneously formed, and a brilliant idea struck him.

"Perhaps I can outsource the task."

"We can also take this opportunity to make a profit..."

The minister smiled, his chubby hands looking greasy.

beep-

Make a call.

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Watershed Company.

Board of Directors.

All eighteen core directors were present on this day. Most of them were elderly with gray hair, and a few were middle-aged people with illnesses. They all seemed to be in poor health.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that two-thirds of the board members are Jewish.

The two leading figures were two elderly people.

Only the two of them were talking at the scene.

Rothschild: "Ahem, Director Smith sent a message, I'm sure everyone has seen it, what should we do?"

Guggenheim: "What can we do? Although what we've discovered is somewhat useful, it's not very helpful to us. We might as well hand this experimental project over to the Administration."

"You should know where that female manager's things came from. If you hand them over to the Management Bureau and something goes wrong, do you want the Management Bureau to take action against us?"

"Hehe, let me correct you. Now, she's the supervisor. Also, isn't she the hellish remnant left on the supervisor after that gluttony ritual that the Brinks kid performed last time went wrong? Just explain this to the Bureau, and they can take it or leave it."

"Sigh, I'll get a good price for it."

"Ha, you're as hypocritical as ever."

Guggenheim scoffed twice. All that talk was just an attempt to shift blame onto others, so that any disputes or accountability would be absolved of Rothschild's responsibility. Hypocritical…

"Alright, let's start the vote now. Do you agree to hand over the [Perfect Substance] to the Administration Bureau?"

“Wait, I have a better suggestion.” An elderly man, emaciated and seemingly suffering from some kind of illness, suddenly spoke up. At the table, everyone wore different expressions.

Those who can appear here are all the absolute core members of the Watershed Company. They can all control a portion of the family resources, and if they join forces, they will definitely be a behemoth.

If their goal hadn't always been to seek spiritual liberation or prolong life, the Administration would probably have dealt with them long ago.

The person who spoke up was the one in the company who was most eager to extend his lifespan. He was suffering from a terminal illness and didn't have much time left. The existence of the [Perfect Matter] might be able to prolong his life, so he didn't want to wait any longer.

"We might work with the Bureau to develop this project. And don't forget, this thing has great commercial value. Women and children are the easiest to make money from all over the world."

"Women will do anything for a good figure and appearance, just like that group with their weight loss bug diet, which has already raked in a fortune of dollars. Don't you want that?"

The old man's voice was like a demon from hell.

Oh no.

Everyone here is a ruthless monster who sucks the marrow from people's bones; this is just a small suggestion.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Rothschild and Guggenheim exchanged a glance and surprisingly nodded simultaneously.

“Old Sassoon, are you sure? A man must be responsible for his own words,” Rothschild asked hypocritically.

Old Sassoon's eyes flashed with a cold light, but he nodded humbly on the surface, "Of course, everyone is trying to prolong their lives, so let me take this step for everyone."

clap clap clap!
A round of enthusiastic applause immediately filled the room.

"Okay, we'll work with the Bureau to develop the [Perfect Substance]. Tell Mary Sue to hand over the five sense experiments before the end of this year."

soon.

The Administration agreed and dispatched several researchers to work with Watershed Corporation to study the "Perfect Substance".

In a branch of the watershed company.

The female manager—or rather, the supervisor—who survived the demon Gura's descent, was now devouring a young man while wearing a steel fang mask.

Upon receiving the call, her voice was sweet, "Yes, yes, please rest assured, Director, I will hand over the work as soon as possible and then return to headquarters."

After hanging up the phone, she licked her blood-stained lips.

After swallowing the last piece of meat, he rolled over and stood on the ground. The skin on his neck, which had been wriggling like gel, began to slowly return to its original position, and his two eyeballs, which had looked like split pupils, began to return to normal.

"The situation has changed a bit."

"I need to turn the [Perfect Substance] into medicine and sell it as soon as possible."

On his hand, tiny, tentacle-like growths were devouring the corpse on the bed.

Mary Sue strode out with her long legs.

Now, she is youthful, beautiful, and has a hot figure. If she were to participate in a talent show, she would definitely be the champion.

……

California.

In an underground research institute in a certain town.

The two researchers trembled as they looked at the various bizarre life forms in the experimental chamber.

"Have we created a monster?"

Before their eyes.

It had a fleshy ball about the size of a head. It looked simple and unremarkable, but as soon as there was the slightest movement, the fleshy ball inside immediately started moving, revealing a pair of eyes and teeth, and violently pounding on the cabin.

The two of them were startled.

And in this underground space, similar monsters exist in every cabin.

A small bird-sized creature, a combination of a wasp and a scorpion, with a volatile and irritable temperament.

A black spider the size of a hound, with a body resembling a human skull and menacing fangs.

It has four wings and is somewhat like a vulture, but overall it is more like a pterodactyl-like flying animal.

The tentacle monster is flesh-colored all over and is enormous, with giant teeth and bone spikes at its end.

A large, ever-changing cluster of mushrooms, constantly spewing white mist that seemed capable of blocking electromagnetic signals, and continuously multiplying...

Strange and strange.

The two researchers were terrified.

These are all monsters that God created extra during the experiment, through the genetic mixing of various existing mystical monsters and animals.

Each one is more powerful than the original.

They even felt that these things were more deserving of being locked up in the Bureau's containment facility than the monsters.

"No, if these things are leaked, it will be a disaster!"

“We are conducting these experiments to benefit all mankind and eliminate genetic diseases, not to create disasters. I need to talk to Dr. Ono and tell him that we can’t continue like this.”

"Didn't I tell you not to come down after midnight?!"

A Black doctor suddenly appeared, staring at the two researchers with piercing eyes.

"PhD?!"

"that……"

"They violated the regulations, lock them up!"

Several soldiers immediately appeared and pulled the two away.

Hearing the two men's curses, Dr. Ono took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

He didn't know if this was the right thing to do.

But he had no choice but to do this in order to free his homeland from war and famine.

“America, Director Smith, do not betray my trust… I have become a devil for my homeland… Do not push me… otherwise…”

He muttered to himself.

Turn around and leave.

Behind him, in a row of cabins in the corner, various fusion objects related to the human body had already appeared.

Human trials have already begun.

……

at this time.

The witch academy was still peaceful and serene.

Oh no.

There were some ups and downs as well.

this day.

Madison, who had been bored out of her mind and spent all her time studying pharmacy with Cordelia, finally got a freshman.

"You mean, another new student is coming?"

"Yes, her mother called us and said that she had awakened a talent and... accidentally killed an ordinary person. In order to better control her talent, we had no choice but to send her here."

"I'm warning you, don't mess with the newcomers." Cordelia looked at the three of them with a warning look.

Yes, three.

Besides Madison and Queenie, another little witch arrived during this time, a witch with the gift of telepathy—Nan.

"Oh, of course, I won't do anything to the newcomers."

Madison said with a smile.

"Heh, Madison has already come up with a great prank plan," Nan teased.

"Heh, I knew it." Queenie rolled her eyes, completely unsurprised.

"Say what you will," Madison said without arguing.

Cordelia took a deep breath and felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

If she possessed the same power as her mother, wouldn't she be able to discipline these little witches?

(End of this chapter)