Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 388 Horror Story Book with Hidden agendas
Both sides are deities, registered in the world, and the oaths they made naturally have binding force, which is the basis for their cooperation.

After the oath was made, Cronus's attitude became noticeably more friendly.

A big wave of his hand.

Many delicacies originating from the era of ancient Greek mythology appeared in the palace of the spatial rift.

"These were all made for me by the giants. Back in Tartarus, I was kept from going crazy from loneliness thanks to these things."

As he said this, Cronus's eyes were filled with reminiscence and a hint of fear.

This surprised Louis.

From the moment they met, Cronus's behavior was far from being associated with words like cruelty, incompetence, or cowardice; in fact, besides his imposing presence, he also displayed a rather bold and forthright character.

How could such a god be unable to restrain himself from showing fear?
Just how terrifying is Tartarus?
"Let's not talk about that anymore. Come on, my brother, eat this. The poison from the Hydra's head that Hercules killed was so potent that even ordinary gods would turn pale, but it was just right for powerful gods, like chili peppers for humans, it has quite a flavor."

"And this, the wings and ribs of the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, are chewy and have a salty and savory flavor with a hint of milkiness."

"Golden apples? They're nothing special. There are plenty of golden apple trees."

"..."

Hydra venom hotpot and wine, 100-headed dragon ribs, golden apple desserts, even roasted Minotaur shank, harpy boneless claws with a spicy and sour flavor, and Typhon snake tendon noodles.

The variety of ingredients inside was truly eye-opening for Louis. Not only were the ingredients high-end, but more importantly, this god-king seemed to be quite skilled in cooking!

He is proficient in all major cuisines, from Sichuan cuisine to French cuisine, as well as Japanese and Italian cuisine, and is skilled at performing various dishes.

What have you actually learned all these years?!

Similar to the East, Cronus talked more enthusiastically at the dinner table, though he might also be venting his frustrations and going on and on.

It describes the desolation in Tartarus, where the lack of a sense of time and space could drive a god mad; the loneliness of being left all alone after the collapse of the pantheon; the annoyance of being woken up by humans every year; the dissatisfaction of having no one to talk to or give orders to; and the contradictory attitude towards God...

They say everything, but they don't explain things in detail.

To pique Louis's curiosity.

The process lasted a long time, as Cronus was still expending his power to resist the call of hell, and the two gods finally gradually stopped.

They had a very pleasant conversation.

Cronus drank the last cup of Hydra poison, "That was refreshing."

"I've been silent for so long, I'm about to burst."

"Rest assured, my brother, once I am freed, we will rule the world together and share the throne!"

Louis smiled, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

……

The spatial rift closed.

Cronus's figure vanished.

Louis's expression returned to normal, but he kept looking at the ground with a shifty gaze.

"Ah."

Louis gave a cold laugh and reviewed the conversation, discovering that there were quite a few shady dealings involved.

This oath was made with ulterior motives on both sides.

Yes, the gods make covenants with one another, witnessed by the world, and dare not break them.

But inanimate objects are inanimate objects, and legal provisions are always being improved, precisely because loopholes are everywhere.

That simple treaty has too many loopholes.

There is always a way to circumvent any method.

Nothing in this world is truly foolproof.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, a relatively niche but authoritative mythological paper speculated that the Bottle of Life was Gaia's womb, possessing the power of life and creation. It had created the first humans of ancient Greece, repaired the gods and the earth, and was an extremely precious treasure in all pantheons.

At the same time, it is also Gaia's most important artifact, representing his identity.

How did such a powerful artifact end up in Cronus's hands?
Was it given to Him before He died?
joke!

Ancient Greek gods were like humans, even more so, and Louis thought their bold and generous demeanor was most likely a facade.

Then there's Gaia. Gaia's character also changes constantly in mythology, gradually shifting from kindness and tolerance at the beginning to violence, while her presence and status also slowly decline.

Furthermore, Gaia was partly responsible for Cronus's defeat. Will the two reconcile? Can we really be at ease?

Would Gaia really leave her legacy to Cronus?
As for what Cronus said, Louis only dared to believe half of it, after all, it was only one side of the story. Moreover, the king was domineering, would he be willing to divide the world and share the throne?
Bullshit!

He might be willing, but I'm not!

Louis himself had other motives; he said he was helping Him, but that didn't mean he couldn't tamper with things...

"In any case, it is still a useful reference."

"Besides, I'm not qualified to judge the other party myself."

"However, it seems that the development of Hell needs to be put on the agenda."

Louis had always wanted to develop Hell, especially after obtaining that curse and developing the temporary spatial gate, he became even more eager for Hell's resources. Now, his agreement with Kronos has added another layer of leverage to his ambitions.

"Sending troops? That's not a good idea. In the early stages, it's best to focus on infiltration and disguise."

Then the Apocalypse Soldiers can no longer be used.

Soldiers that fit the hellish art style...

There are also elites and leaders who can stand alone, even plotting in hell...

Louis looked down at the monsters below, especially the fake Behemoth.

"Heh, they're not bad as cannon fodder."

Thinking of this.

The time-space stillness that had enveloped this area finally dissipated, the air began to flow again, the flames reignited, and the giant feet and wails once more began their tragic symphony.

just.

Just as a sense of tragic heroism was brewing in the hearts of these people who were voluntarily holding off others to buy time, a flash of light appeared.

A huge shadow loomed before them, and the behemoth that seemed to have descended upon the night vanished.

A dozen people looked at each other in confusion.

Even more surprising things were yet to come.

One monster after another disappeared, as if they had been sucked into another dimension, without even making a sound.

At this time.

He relied on the sensations emanating from the amulet in his hand.

John Wick looked up.

His eyes widened instantly, his whole body trembled slightly, and the next second he knelt down on the ground like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling, praying incessantly with eyes full of piety.

The people next to them also looked up.

But then a golden figure appeared in the air.

Although it was blurry, one could sense a variety of emotions from that light: warmth, holiness, judgment, and destruction.

Each person's psychology exhibits different characteristics.

Thousands of people and thousands of faces.

The only thing they have in common is their immense majesty!

At a glance, they knew it was a god!
Bang bang bang!
The sound of people kneeling down came one after another.

A unified chant of prayers echoed through the ruins.

Smoke, blood, and burning ruins—a scene of a post-apocalyptic city—yet religious prayers faintly emanate from the scene, spreading and circulating in all directions.

"He brings purification and redemption, justice and love..."

"He is the Lord of heaven, the Spirit of heaven, the ruler of all things..."

"..."

The remaining troops, drawn by the sight, could no longer control their weak legs and knelt down, following the others in shouting prayers.

Gradually, people gathered around the disappearing monster and the lingering sounds, spontaneously joining the prayer ceremony, making the scene even more grand.

But at this moment.

Louis had already disappeared.

Only a faint golden glow remained, illuminating the area below through the clouds, restoring the wounds and strength of all those who were praying, as well as their spirits on the verge of collapse from despair.

this moment.

Louis had many fanatical followers who would go through fire and water for him.

……

Louis didn't pay attention to what happened next, but he could roughly guess what would happen.

As for Behemoth and those monsters, they were all given to Louis by Cronus during their conversation. Originally, these were just Cronus's attempts and playful antics.

According to Him.

Every year, humans hold ceremonies to please Him, and He occasionally does things on His own initiative, creating something new and exciting, just like a series of dramas that bring a sense of novelty to His boring life.

This time, she was communicated with by a witch's suddenly awakened mental abilities, which led her to discover the situation here and become interested in things made by humans. So, on a whim, she did this.

I want to see if the Behemoth that eventually grows up, along with other kinds of monsters, is qualified to be His new flavored snack.

Yes.

all of these.

I just wanted to make some snacks and change things up.

The truth is both ridiculous and cruel.

For those in high positions.

Secular morality, rights, responsibilities, and so on—none of them matter.

After all, it's just a matter of moving a finger.

Fortunately, Louis has already reached this point, and it's not something that can be erased with a flick of a finger.

"It's not enough."

"Primordial spirit, celestial being."

"The road is a long way to go, and I will go up and down to find out."

Louis murmured a line to himself, then took another step, and was back in Orlando.

Outer Dojo – Orlando.

Louis looked at the city, which had been greatly changed, including the churches of the Apocalypse that had been built in the city center and in various places, as well as his own statue, and nodded slightly.

Orlando is doing quite well now.

Take another step forward.

We arrived at the city hall.

A beautiful woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a black bodycon dress that accentuated her curves, with a shapely figure that was neither bulky nor overweight, and with delicate skin, was writing furiously in the deputy mayor's office in the lobby.

Da da!

"Please come in."

Without looking up, Yulenka said, "Put it down."

He didn't see the document out of the corner of his eye, frowned slightly, and looked up. "Which department are you from... Louis?"

Yulenka smiled brightly, "You're back."

"Well, let's see you."

A moment later, the two sat together by the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking tea and watching the clouds drift by outside, as well as the bustling crowds below, like ants.

"How have you been lately?"

"It's alright. Although there's a lot of work, it feels pretty good, especially the feeling of seeing my work results grow stronger and stronger. It's wonderful."

"It seems you really enjoy your work."

“I just enjoy doing meaningful work. You may not know what we’ve accomplished in this period of time. Now our family’s manpower controls most of Florida.”

"It's real control, not just the kind that nominally obeys orders. It includes the military and local police. In addition, as you requested, centralized power has been increased..."

Louis maintained a smile as he watched Yulenka speak eloquently and with great interest.

Although I don't care about these things anymore, it doesn't hurt to listen, especially since it's my woman talking.

After a while.

"when are we leaving?"

"In a moment, this is just a projection; some things require a return to consciousness."

"Oh, then wait a moment."

Yulenka ran back to her desk and took a book out of the drawer.

"This is what I had people search for during this period of time. This thing can automatically write horror stories and then materialize them in reality, making them actually happen."

“I’ve looked into it. This thing comes from a small-town family, the Bellos family. After a girl named Sarah was forced to her death by the family, this book appeared, and they started writing horror stories to kill people.”

"After it was obtained by someone, it materialized into many terrifying monsters. When our people went to deal with it, they found something was wrong and sent many people to temporarily seal it away and bring it back."

"I think this thing is amazing, and it should be helpful to you."

Now, except for a few items, most low-end products are never delivered to Louis. This item was only chosen by Eulenka because of its magical properties.

Upon receiving the book, Louis sensed it briefly and discovered some traces of magic.

But there's no rush to watch it.

"It's a nice gift, but you should still go back and visit David and Jenny more often."

"Haha, don't worry, those two aren't lonely at all. They're even planning to have a baby now." Yulenka smiled, but her gaze was fixed on Louis, hinting at something.

Louis shrugged.

Children and stuff.

The higher the level of life, the harder it is to be born. At His current level of life, it is very difficult, so He is prepared to let nature take its course.

Yulenka rolled her eyes.

"Alright alright."

He then returned to his desk.

Louis smiled and shook his head, then his figure vanished.

outside the office.

Several gossipy employees twitched their ears, exchanged glances, but dared not say anything, wondering who had gone in and seemed to have a good relationship with this political beauty.

……

Step into the inner dojo.

This is the transformation of the original Po-Xiong Demon "Mountain Spirit Realm", and it is also Louis's true dojo.

The space appears to have expanded and become much more stable.

The area is as large as dozens of football fields. The soil inside the mountain has changed from black to a normal yellowish-brown, and various plants have become lush and vibrant. Small animals can be seen moving around in it from time to time. Overall, it looks much more normal, like a natural mountain.

Looking at the dojo.

Louis floated up to the center and looked down.

He has a grand plan for the temple; previously, He simply wanted the temple to integrate more thoroughly with this space, which is why He waited these past few days.

I was originally planning to wait a little longer, but now things have changed, and the situation is pretty much stable.

It is better to choose a day than to hit it.

Louis is preparing to begin renovating the dojo today.

(End of this chapter)