[{"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-104":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},2302243,4502,"Chapter 104: The Harsh Thomas","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-104",104,"\u003Cp>“You’re awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white-haired Western woman, about sixty, looked at her gently. “Don’t move around. The doctor dressed your wounds yesterday. Any other discomfort?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi cautiously observed her surroundings. She lay on a black wrought-iron bed, with a white sheet and a light checkered quilt. The furniture was simple. Opposite the bed stood a wicker chair, and the walls were covered with pale green wallpaper bearing faint patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the sky was dark. She had no idea what time it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where am I? Who are you?” she asked, only then noticing her voice was rough, as if scraped by sandpaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Miranda, Mr. Thomas’s servant. He saved you—he was taking Timms for a usual walk in the forest yesterday and found you. He brought you back and called a doctor.” Miranda spoke gently, her expression sympathetic, clearly mistaking Yang Yi for someone who had suffered misfortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, where is this?” she pressed again, then asked cautiously, “What time is it now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda thought she was asking about the altar. Her face darkened with sorrow. She sighed. “It’s been two days since the altar incident. This is Timms Village—really, I don’t know why Mr. Thomas named his dog Timms too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi had to ask a few more questions before realizing she was in a small village in Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go get Mr. Thomas,” Miranda rose, muttering as she walked, “I hope he’s not working. Last time I interrupted him while he was painting, he flew into a rage. I don’t want to endure his temper again—no one could possibly put up with him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda left. After her footsteps faded, Yang Yi reached out toward the quilt, focusing her will—yet the quilt only trembled slightly, as if brushed by a light breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Her telekinesis hadn’t returned. She was no different from an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally accepted the truth: her previous strength in telekinesis had come from His amplification. If He chose to withdraw it, she could only revert to her true level—barely even a D-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect. It fit her self-perception of mediocrity. She scoffed and shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And His consumption and fusion drew ever closer. She might not have many days left…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, her desire to contact Director Zhou and the others faded. What use was she now, an ordinary person? If everyone learned that the sole S-rank, the so-called “Superman,” the “God of Mankind,” Yang Yi, had become ordinary, it would bring disaster, not benefit, to Xia Country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Davies took advantage of this to retaliate, wouldn’t she drag her homeland into danger? She no longer had the power to protect them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to let everyone believe she had vanished. Keeping them on guard might still deter someone like Davies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Britain had just suffered a disaster. The chance Davies would stir up trouble here again was low. Better to disappear here, live under a false name, and spend her remaining time in peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, she gazed out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birdsong and insect chirps drifted in, adding a touch of life to the gloomy sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to rise and step outside, but the wound on her side tore open, drenching her in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently lifted the gauze and saw the wound had healed far better than expected. She had thought the black panther would have ripped her open. Perhaps her body had undergone some change after absorbing the Life Source—on the desert planet, her hands had been broken, yet now they were fully healed, leaving only a faint scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she had absorbed so much Life Source… she thought coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What rose in her mind now was not guilt or remorse, but the euphoric pleasure of absorbing energy—far sweeter than any drug, more intoxicating than the purest narcotics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shuddered involuntarily, her whole body trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately got out of bed, ignoring the splitting pain of her wound. Pain was better—more pain, the better—because only then could she break the memory of that ecstasy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she stepped down, the door opened. A tall, thin man entered, wearing slippers loosely on his feet, a long black robe-style pajama, black silk pajama pants, and the robe’s sash loosely tied at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, allow me to say—you cannot receive a guest dressed like this! Especially not a young lady…” Miranda muttered behind him, though she made no move to stop him, as if resignedly tolerating his behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—look at our brave young lady! Yesterday you were barely clinging to life, on the verge of meeting God, and today you’re hopping out of bed!” A stream of sarcastic, almost cruel words spilled from the thin lips of the gaunt man, freezing Yang Yi mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t step down, couldn’t climb back up. One foot was on the floor, the other still under the quilt. She sat there, awkwardly suspended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… you must be Mr. Thomas? Thank you for saving me,” Yang Yi quietly pulled her foot back under the covers and forced herself to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So—” Thomas gave her a cold glance. “How did this young lady suddenly appear in the forest, attacked by a black panther?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I don’t know either…” Yang Yi continued forcing herself to speak. She couldn’t say He had opened a spatial rift to bring her back to Earth—He had no desire to remain on a dead, lifeless planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Amnesia?” Thomas raised an eyebrow, his deep brown-green eyes brimming with unmistakable mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no better excuse and her identity a mystery, she accepted the excuse he offered. Her voice lacked conviction. “Yes. I can’t remember anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A very convenient reason,” Thomas sat down calmly on the wicker chair beside the bed, adjusted his robe sash, and spoke with languid ease. “So this young lady is homeless. If I threw you out, you’d surely suffer terrible things—and then I’d become a cold-hearted villain…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, how could you do that? What a pitiful girl!” Miranda, who had been listening, finally couldn’t hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas rolled his eyes, as if to say: See? This is exactly what I mean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’m forced to take in this homeless stranger—not out of kindness, but to preserve a good image before others. To avoid being tormented by my conscience at night, I must endure the torment of a stranger invading my life!” Thomas crossed his arms, glared coldly at her, and spat out a string of cutting words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, sir, you could phrase your willingness to help this young lady more gently. Then people might see past your sharp, blade-like exterior to the kind heart beneath,” Miranda said with a cheerful smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas’s face twisted as if he’d swallowed a green caterpillar. He rose and swept out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stared, dumbfounded. Before she could voice her own wishes, her fate had already been decided.\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2f8916922c6fc4fc764256fe334fed8f9eb62c97909b16fcc5b83fb46a31e200","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-105","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-103",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]