[{"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-106":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},2302245,4502,"Chapter 106: A Pathetic Excuse","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>Timms is a typical British village, its ochre brick walls bearing the marks of time, two-story gabled cottages, with clusters of blue-purple delphiniums lining the walls, and various geraniums and lavender. The lawn is lush green, and the garden teems with small creatures; Yang Yi often hears birdsong and insect chirps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything feels quiet and peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi loves this kind of environment; if she ever retires, she might model her own little house and yard after it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been here three days: the first, she lay unconscious; the second, she spent the whole day in bed, her mind a mess; on the third, she woke to the chirping of birds—two plump little creatures perched on the windowsill, pecking at grains in their feeder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since she’d experienced such wild, leisurely tranquility. Waking from her startled dream to this adorable scene, her heavy heart settled at once, and a faint smile touched her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two fluffy little things pecked at the grains, chirped to each other, then suddenly spread their gray-yellow wings and flew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi felt a pang of loss; the calm she’d just found slipped away, and worry and confusion surged back into her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head, dispelling the tangled thoughts, went to the bathroom, and took a look at her current appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore an old-fashioned outfit: simple, loose black pants and a white knit sweater, overly large and hanging loosely on her frame. It must have been Miranda’s clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection in the mirror looked both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had been too urgent; the only person she’d thought of when changing was Zhang Ningning—her only close female friend. The face in the mirror was 30% her own, 70% Zhang Ningning’s—as if the two had been genetically blended to create this exact likeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ningning was a delicate, lovely little beauty: a round face, round almond eyes, a high nose bridge, cherry lips, plump with collagen, her expressions lively. Once you got to know her, you’d find her cheerful, spirited, and mischievous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yang Yi’s expressions were always few, sometimes almost dull and wooden. These adorable features sat atop her lean, flat contours, lacking liveliness, instead radiating innocence and naivety, making her appear years younger than her true age. Her underdeveloped, flat figure completed the illusion—she now looked exactly like an innocent, bewildered girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Miranda looked at her with overflowing maternal affection and pity; even the sharp and aloof Thomas agreed to take her in. This face must have done wonders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as no one recognized her by this new appearance, Yang Yi was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda was watering flowers in the garden. Yang Yi wanted to step outside, so she got out of bed and tested her legs—the wound no longer hurt. She pulled back the bandage: the wound had healed, leaving only a faint scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a self-deprecating smile, rewrapped the bandage, and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frisa, why are you up? Does your wound still hurt?” Miranda frowned at her. “You should rest properly—it’ll heal faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, because of her “amnesia,” Miranda had given her a new name—Frisa, meaning “joy.” “Poor girl, you look so gloomy. Let’s call you Frisa—maybe it’ll make you happier.” She’d said it then, full of tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m much better now. I think moving around will help me recover.” Yang Yi reached out and took the watering hose from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your accent sounds like it’s from Akar. Do you remember anything?” Miranda asked. Her silver hair was neatly pinned at the back, her voice soft, her movements graceful and unhurried—she looked nothing like a servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I don’t know…” Yang Yi blushed. This elderly woman had always been kind to her, yet she kept lying—and every word she spoke deepened her guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head, unable to meet Miranda’s gentle gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could face the most terrifying monsters of another world without flinching, yet she couldn’t bear even the slightest warmth from another person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, child. You can remember later. Sometimes, we simply don’t want to recall painful memories.” Miranda patted her back, her brown eyes filled with tolerance, her words carrying an unspoken hint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi began to suspect that not only Thomas, but even this old woman didn’t believe her “amnesia”—she merely refrained from exposing it out of politeness. Probably, seeing how pitifully she’d arrived, she assumed Yang Yi had a tragic past she refused to face, so she accepted the lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Yang Yi felt a wave of awkward discomfort wash over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Miranda acted as if she’d noticed nothing, continuing gently: “Once you’re fully healed, you can help me with some chores—pulling weeds in the garden, watering flowers, tidying the house. Mr. Thomas may seem… difficult to approach, but he’s kind at heart. Don’t be afraid of him. He doesn’t care much for food; sometimes he gets so absorbed in his art that he forgets to eat, completely lost in his world. That’s when you must ignore his temper and sharp words and insist he eats—he’s fainted from low blood sugar twice already!” At this, Miranda sounded both angry and worried, yet her tone still carried unmistakable indulgence and pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Thomas is a painter and sculptor who gained great acclaim in the art world at a young age. He’s reclusive, dislikes socializing, and always retreats into his art and thoughts. Just don’t disturb him. His bedroom and studio are upstairs—when cleaning, be quiet, or he’ll get angry again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda, like any elderly person, loved to chatter—as if Thomas’s solitude had stifled her for years, and now she poured out all her pent-up words to Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi listened in silence, occasionally murmuring a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Mr. Thomas isn’t working, he takes Timms for a walk in the forest every morning after breakfast—look, he’s back now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi followed Miranda’s gaze and saw a slender figure slowly returning along the country path leading to the forest, a golden retriever with brown-yellow fur darting back and forth around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he entered the garden, Timms ran over and circled Yang Yi once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi had disliked dogs since childhood. At first, she merely frowned as Timms circled her, but when he leaned in to sniff her, her unease intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Timms shuddered—as if frightened by a predator—and immediately tucked his tail between his legs, fleeing to hide behind Thomas, whimpering incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda looked puzzled. “Good boy, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi was also startled by his reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas watched the scene coldly, his thin lips parting: “It seems this mysterious young lady has some secret…” His gaze, like an X-ray, swept over her entire body—unbearably intrusive—finally lingering on the wound on her waist and abdomen, his eyes flickering slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since your wound has healed, you should leave.” His tone was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thomas, she’s amnesiac and has nowhere to go—we should help her! And her wound isn’t fully healed yet; look how badly she was injured that day!” Miranda was bewildered by his sudden change of heart and spoke up quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, come on, Miranda—we all know that’s a pathetic excuse!” Thomas snapped, his hazel-green eyes filled with mockery. “As for whether her wound is truly healed, she knows better than anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1213,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fbd37236bb4b0d77c5e7b134bd7d8db1f3a0ec54dbad5f1f1dde6ff8e6a9b28f","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-107","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-105",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]