Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Louis pondered for a moment, then stopped worrying and simply started counting with his fingers and mentally calculating.

Such a small thing.

There is a way to calculate the secrets of heaven, so why bother thinking about it?

But as soon as he began to calculate, Louis's expression changed.

He could only calculate that Smith was indeed dead, but Robert was not. He couldn't figure out how or when he died!
That's not right.

Although he didn't use his full strength to calculate, nor did he use the Mysterious Water Lotus Platform to activate his luck, it would be impossible to satisfy the calculation if it were just a matter of ordinary demons or great demons.

Since it hasn't been calculated yet, it means this matter is quite significant, involving something at the level of a demon god, or even higher.

I never expected to encounter something like this just from a casual calculation.

Louis narrowed his eyes. As a cultivator, his intuition began to kick in, telling him that this matter was very important!

Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged.

With a flash of his divine spirit, the Xuan Shui Lotus Platform beneath him materialized, its twelve lotus leaves swirling slightly, rippling the surrounding space and creating a dazzling display of light.

Luck assists!

Yang Shen unleashes his full power!

Divine blessing!

At this moment, Louis had truly pushed his methods to the limit.

The power known as Heavenly Secrets began to head towards a conceptual, abstract, and intangible fate.

Destiny, in essence, is a combination of the existence, development, and interconnected influences of all things.

This applies to everything from the smallest family and dust to the grandest dynasties and the workings of the land.

According to divination, even a pebble can be connected to a person, thing, or event that one has never met before, because they belong to the same world and there are many possibilities between them.

For example, what if someone starts mining and transporting stones one day? Or what if someone is fleeing here? Or what if someone's relative, friend, or someone who has seen this stone comes here and steps on it?
The possibility is almost nonexistent, but it exists nonetheless.

The Heavenly Calculation utilizes these potential connections to search for and modify information.

In my past life, someone once said that you can know everyone in the world through six people, which is called the six degrees of separation theory, the small world theory, or the six degrees of separation space theory.

This is actually the prototype theory of one of the methods of divination based on celestial secrets.

Now Louis is giving it his all, communicating with the world through his divine position and examining its memories; the Yang God is calculating every clue; and luck is ensuring everything goes smoothly.

It only took five minutes.

Louis opened his eyes, his expression grave. "What's wrong with these demon kings of hell? They're all starting to act up?"

According to his calculations, Smith's death was related to a demon king from hell.

To be precise, it is related to his offspring.

Yes.

A demon king's son has already wandered into the world.

As for his identity, he had figured it out. He had a huge connection with Director Robert and was most likely a relative of him. Considering his life experiences in recent years, it was almost certain that he was his son, Damian.

Smith's death corroborates this; it is estimated that Smith's accident occurred during his investigation of Damian.

Yes, it was an accident.

It was more like a murder disguised as an accident.

Most importantly, he also deduced that this son of the Demon King seemed to be connected to the previous Perfect Matter incident.

"Which demon king is this? What does he want?"

Louis shook his head; he couldn't figure it out.

The fact that the other party is above me in rank and can calculate these things means that they have already revealed a lot of information.

However, it wasn't without other gains.

For example, the location of the Damian family today.

They're almost back home in Washington now, and it seems Damian doesn't want anything to happen to Robert yet.

"We'll have to be more careful over there in the future."

He took this matter to heart, on par with Constantine, who was in Los Angeles awaiting instructions.

Because they are all seriously involved with a demon king from hell.

After thinking about these things, Louis turned his gaze down to continue watching Freddy and Matt's fight.

Meanwhile, the battle between them was nearing its end.

only……

"Huh? The power of reincarnation... "

……

In Matt's dream.

As the most mysterious ability of the human brain, dreams have always been a forbidden zone set by God for mankind, but as we all know, what modern scientists like to do most is to violate God's forbidden zone.

Therefore, some people have dissected and studied the connection between the human brain and dreams, and proposed a niche theory of seven layers of dreams, but it has gradually gained recognition from many people and become a mainstream theory.

The first layer of dreams is the most common type of dream, and most people experience it frequently when they stay up too late and only sleep for four hours.

Because the human brain is close to being awake at this time, and activities such as memory processing and emotional regulation are frequent, it is naturally easy to form dreams under the guidance of the subconscious.

This dream is also the least threatening normal dream for humans.

The second level is quite unusual and can only be achieved by a very small number of people. It is called a dream within a dream. At this time, the brain is no longer close to being awake, but rather sinks into the subconscious. Of course, brain activity remains active. These people can even realize that they are dreaming and even actively interfere with the dream. It is a rather special talent.

At this point, they are still within the range of being able to wake up.

But starting from the third layer, things became completely abnormal.

A dream within a dream within a dream.

Completely trapped in the deep subconscious mind, brain activity decreases slightly, and the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion begins to blur. For most people, this is a very likely outcome that they will not wake up.

The next four layers of dreams are even more taboo among taboos.

Especially the last layer, the seventh layer of the dream, if one is lucky enough to achieve it, is no different from being in a vegetative state.

This is the theory of seven layers of dreams.

Now, Matt and Freddy have entered the seventh level, a realm that no human has ever set foot in before.

They had lost count of how many times they had been reincarnated; they only knew that they would engage in a fierce battle the moment they discovered each other.

The dream, which started out as fragmented, chaotic, and unreal, became increasingly real, even showing complete countries and groups of people, each as vivid as a real life, like a complete and real world.

Freddy and Matt, through repeated cycles and deep dives into dreams, lose their memories and begin to merge into these lives. Only when they encounter each other do they begin to awaken their memories and involuntarily become hostile towards each other, gradually escalating into a major war.

From ancient peasant rebel leaders and imperial generals who quelled bandits, to medieval werewolves and vampires in the West, to modern oppressors and the oppressed...

From commoners to high-ranking officials, from ordinary people to extraordinary beings, from tragic and miserable to heroic and moving, everything they have ever been aware of—people, things, events, and so on—is here!
even.

As their battle intensified, the seventh dream became more and more stable. The various dreams they had experienced became nourishment, piling up and gradually combining to form a huge dream world.

At the heart of this dream world lies the glimmer of reincarnation emanating from Louis's Mystic Lotus Platform.

In the dream world.

Another fierce battle is unfolding.

However, this time it was even more brutal than before.

Matt and his wife were sleeping when Freddy, accompanied by two young-looking white men, scaled the wall and entered their home, tying the couple up.

They then looted the valuables.

"Please, we just got married, and she's pregnant. Please don't hurt us."

“Take all the money here. We haven’t seen you tonight.”

The three exchanged bewildered glances. Then, Freddy revealed a wicked smile, his gaze fixed on Matt. For some reason, he had felt uneasy ever since he first saw the kid a few days ago, as if he had encountered a nemesis. That was why he had chosen Matt as his target. And now, heh... They separated the couple.

He told his wife, "As long as you serve us two brothers well, we won't kill your husband."

She told her husband, "Go cook for us, and also add some entertainment, and we won't kill your wife."

A tragedy was about to unfold.

But Matt's eyes were fixed on Freddy. "You bastard, you really are a pregnant woman!"

"Fuck you! Do you want to die?"

"hehe."

Before Freddy could get close enough to commit the violence, police sirens suddenly sounded outside, and warnings were issued, indicating that the area had been completely surrounded.

“I felt uncomfortable the first time I saw you. I thought you were pregnant, so I was on guard. I even spent a lot of money to buy a new automatic alarm device. I didn’t expect it to actually come in handy.”

"If we are released now, our crimes will be less severe."

At this moment, his wife also staggered over and leaned against Matt, her face showing relief at surviving the ordeal.

Two white teenagers approached Freddie, their faces filled with fear. Freddie's face was also turning pale with anger. "Fuck! Fuck!"

He didn't expect that the other party had the same feeling as him. What's even more infuriating is that the other party actually spent a lot of money to replace the alarm device based on this.

What kind of mental illness is this?!
At that moment, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He didn't care about mitigating his punishment; all he wanted now was to kill this guy he loathed!

"If I die, none of you will live either!"

He grabbed the knife next to him and charged forward.

"Aaaaaah!!" the wife screamed.

Matt's eyes widened, and he pushed his wife aside, heading straight for her.

puff!

The knife was plunged into his abdomen, but Freddy had just started to laugh when he felt a hand grab his arm and forcefully snatch the knife away.

It was Matt who stepped forward, intending to minimize the risk of injury to a fatal spot so he could attempt to disarm him.

He paid the price of being stabbed and gambling that his opponent would be careless.

In retrospect, he succeeded.

puff!

Matt immediately stabbed Freddy, who screamed in agony as he was stabbed. The other two gang members rushed over, and the three of them began to fight.

But then, Freddy, who had just been stabbed several times, reappeared from nowhere and set the curtains and furniture on fire.

"Let's go! Let him die here!"

Freddy beckoned the two to leave, but Matt seized the opportunity to distract them and slit their throats with a single stroke.

Freddy cried out in pain, glaring at Matt with eyes full of hatred. He picked up a stick and walked over step by step.

Soon, the fire grew stronger and stronger, the smoke thick and painful, burning the lungs. The house began to have its walls and tiles fall off, and even the roof began to sway precariously. The wife, whose hands were bound with rope, screamed in agony as she was hit. Matt turned around and glanced at her, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

Risking his life, he swung his sword, forcing Freddy back. He turned and helped his wife up, then cut the rope and pushed her away forcefully. "Go!"

"What will you do?!"

"Just pretend I'm dead!"

Having said that, he turned and swung his knife at Freddy, who was lunging at him.

His eyes were filled with a resolute determination and courage to face death without hesitation.

The wife staggered into the yard and was rescued by the police. She begged the police to go in and save people, but by then, the fire had completely surrounded the house.

Rumble…

The roof beams collapsed, and the entire house was about to collapse.

Everything is going to end.

The wife collapsed to the ground in despair, wailing, tears leaving two white streaks on her dark cheeks.

The surrounding police officers also looked reluctant to speak.

Such a man, who bravely fought against criminals and was willing to die to save his wife and children, is undoubtedly a hero worthy of admiration!
"Hey! There! There! Look!"

Oh my god! God bless!

"My God! He's such a man!"

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go save them."

All that could be seen was a sea of ​​fire.

A figure covered in blood emerged from the flames, seemingly unharmed by the raging inferno.

Between man and fire, it seemed that humanity had won.

At this time.

He staggered out.

He glanced at the night sky outside and smiled with relief.

"Heh...Freddy...I...six hundred...seventy-two...times..."

"Hehe... Haha! I... won!!"

As the words fell.

At this moment, everything in the dream began to freeze.

Time seemed to stand still.

Only Matt, lying on the ground, still retained his cognitive abilities.

"Is this... finally coming to an end?" Matt gazed at the stars in the night sky, sensing the abnormality around him, and this thought arose in his mind.

Yes, this time, after killing Freddy, he finally realized the existence of reincarnation.

He remembered everything that belonged to Matt in reality.

This also confirmed that this was a fake dream world.

Is this... coming to an end?

He muttered to himself.

"Yes, it's over."

"Child, you did a great job. You showed me your courage and determination."

"As a reward for defeating Freddy, you can look at it when you get back."

A sacred yet gentle voice sounded in his ear, saying this.

Matt paused slightly, "Go back?"

His consciousness was somewhat hazy.

go back?

Back to reality?
but……

The memory of this dream was so vivid that he could hardly distinguish whether he was Matt in this dream or Matt in reality. Did he really want to go back? Abandon his wife and children?

Louis shook his head slightly, but he understood.

After all, memory is a major component of human emotions. Ultimately, this is his fault; he didn't completely block out his memories.

In reality, this was already fortunate; Louis was protecting Matt with his Reincarnation Aura, otherwise the situation would have been much worse. (End of Chapter)