[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to":3,"chapter-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After Becoming a God Among Humans, I Just Want to Lie Flat",{"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},2302239,4502,"Chapter 100: The Faint Shadow","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>The capital of Britain has become a hell on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another gloomy, gray day, but no one cursed the damned weather anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light drizzle passed through the altar’s projection, carrying radioactive dust, falling upon the city’s ruins—once one of the world’s most vibrant metropolises, just hours ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, nuclear bombs exploded, mushroom clouds rose, houses were flattened, trees withered instantly, and ash blanketed everywhere. Those still on the surface were instantly “vaporized”; all living creatures turned to skeletons in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survivors hid in bomb shelters, hearing a massive tremor from above—they knew what it was, but could only weep silently, despair, confusion, and madness spreading through every shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the nuclear explosion was not the end; even Earth’s most powerful weapon, humanity’s greatest technological achievement, could not halt the altar’s projection from continuing its harvest of lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The semi-transparent lines in the sky seemed to exist in another dimension; the nuclear blast affected only this world, having no connection to the altar in the other realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment of the nuclear explosion, the scattered specks from the altar remained unaffected, continuing to seep through the soil into bomb shelters, landing on people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, people fell into a daze, then their expressions turned to longing and joy, lips curling in peaceful smiles, their skin gradually drying, turning bluish-brown, becoming mummified corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had not awakened could not see the faint light; those who had awakened fled from it—but the specks were everywhere; where could they hide?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capital, closest to the altar, suffered first; surrounding cities gradually fell as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless people knelt on the ground, begging God for mercy; countless others begged the demon god for forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, many in the world understood the demon god’s power; they had once dismissed Wade’s Divine Punishment Organization as delusional cultists—madmen led by a lunatic, brainwashed followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they knew the demon god was real, and felt even a fraction of His might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity had never been so terrified—a sword of Damocles hung above every human neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ampthill, a coastal city at Britain’s southernmost tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a modest apartment, the Batons held their four-year-old daughter, Christine, silently staring at the TV screen turned black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just watched live footage of the altar draining lives, and the nuclear explosion in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Dad, is the movie over? Why is the TV black?” Christine asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father paused, then answered softly and gently: “Yes, the movie’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother walked silently to the window, gazing at the sky as tears fell without sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father carried his daughter to his wife’s side, kissed his wife, then kissed his daughter’s fuzzy curls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them embraced by the window, waiting for Death’s knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the altar in the sky flickered. The young couple, lost in tears, did not notice—but confused Christine pointed at the sky with a child’s voice: “Mommy, Daddy, that thing in the sky just moved!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Batons looked up in terror, fearing the horrific ritual had reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the projection in the sky flickered again—like a TV signal glitching, cutting out, then reconnecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost all of Britain saw this: those waiting silently by windows for death, those still conscious in underground shelters watching the livestream, and everyone gathered before TVs worldwide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant the altar flickered, people in Westminster, Kensington, Lambeth… and over a dozen surrounding cities, who had been lost in blissful illusions, suddenly woke up—as if a beautiful dream had been shattered by a sudden noise. They blinked, dazed, then realized—just now, they had nearly died without a sound, their faces turning pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the dread passed, a question arose in their hearts: What happened to the altar? Did the nuclear bomb work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar flickered violently again; in the twisting light and shadow, a faint shadow flashed—like a single discordant frame inserted into a film reel, gone in an instant, nearly invisible to the naked eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet countless organizations and experts worldwide were analyzing the livestream—governmental, corporate, private—they captured that anomalous image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ark Country, Washington City, the Hexagon Building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top global experts extracted the fleeting image; results came quickly. The experts exchanged glances, printed it immediately, and sent their findings to the President’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The President of Ark Country, his aged, cloudy eyes wide, held the printed images and reports still warm from the printer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the officials standing in the room: “It seems… we must activate that plan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the capital of Xia Country, a tightly secured underground military center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast chamber was packed; every occupant wore military uniform, faces grim—each one among the top commanders of the military system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large screen split into multiple smaller ones, each broadcasting live feeds from across Britain; the largest displayed the nuclear aftermath of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unprecedented disaster weighed heavily on their hearts: Britain was next—what about Xia Country? If Xia faced this catastrophe, could it survive? Could they find a solution?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the livestream flickered. Everyone saw it. Minutes later, the analysis results landed on the desk of the Chairman—a stern-faced General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar’s projection in the livestream continued to flicker erratically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The General swiftly scanned the data, his expression a mix of surprise and dread. He waved his hand: “Project the results onto the main screen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a secret military base beneath a city in Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defense Chief Tony Carter stared blankly at the large screen. Helicopters flew over the ruins of Britain; the live camera showed a once-great nation now reduced to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aircraft even flew directly through the altar’s projection—the damned altar remained unmoved, as if nothing on Earth could shake its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proved his nuclear strike was useless—merely the senseless slaughter of nearly nine million innocent civilians in Britain’s capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Britain perished because of the altar, so be it. But if they somehow survived, Defense Chief Tony Carter would be a traitor to history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the altar flickered. Tony Carter’s hand trembled violently—he lost composure for the first time, shouting: “Quick! Quick! Analyze it! Did the nuke work? Is the altar collapsing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not sit still—he rushed to the battlefield analysis unit, staring at the analysts’ computer screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony Carter’s salt-and-pepper hair was disheveled, his breathing ragged. Daniel Quint, the analyst seated beside the computer, clearly heard his heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the analysis results appeared on screen: a blurred, distorted shadow, invisible to the naked eye. After scientific reconstruction, they finally saw what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper half of the image showed endless desert; the sky held unknown stars—if an astronomer analyzed it, they would know this place was not Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The right half showed blocks of bluish-black stone, carved with patterns, glowing with crimson light—anyone familiar with altars would recognize it as a physical altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the altar’s perspective, a faint figure stood nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enlarging the blurred figure, enhancing it with advanced technology, a familiar silhouette emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a silhouette known to nearly everyone on Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person hovered midair, a slender frame swaying precariously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was deathly pale, blood and hair matted together, streaked with sand and dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all her strength, she stretched out both hands, as if wielding an invisible great blade, slashing toward the bluish-black altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>",1220,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","92a93b6c18df93b8a6183af1d414bc8678300aff47a172ba2819ac7c31a045a9","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-101","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-99",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]