[{"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-113":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},2302252,4502,"Chapter 113","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-113",113,"\u003Cp>When they returned to the countryside cottage, Miranda was stunned, but after her initial panic, she quickly calmed down and had Yang Yi help Thomas to the bedroom, then called her private doctor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi gave her a brief account of what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda brought her clean clothes and urged her to wash up, while she herself went to attend to Thomas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the familiar bedroom, Yang Yi smiled bitterly—she had come back again. But she had no intention of staying long; once she confirmed Thomas was safe, she would leave on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bathed, tidied herself, and hesitated before ascending to the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Thomas lay in bed, apparently just washed—his hair still damp. His face was pale, his right hand tightly bandaged, and an IV needle inserted into the back of his left hand. The doctor was packing up his things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her arrive, all three turned to look at her, and her steps faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor was a middle-aged man with a full beard. He regarded Yang Yi with curiosity and gave her a reserved nod: “Madam, how is your wound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Much better, thank you, Doctor.” Yang Yi had nearly forgotten her own injury—perhaps Thomas and Miranda had arranged for the doctor while she was unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor knew she was an Awakened, but at Thomas’s instruction, he said nothing. Besides, news of Awakened was common, and he had seen others before, so he felt no great surprise and withdrew his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thomas, your right hand was bitten by a wolf—you must not use it for at least a month. Rest well during this time. Remember to take your medicine. I’ll come back tomorrow.” The doctor politely bid farewell to the two women and left; Miranda saw him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the two of them remained in the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi glanced around the room—windows bright, surfaces clean. The decor did not match her impression of Thomas. She had expected his bedroom to be dark, muted grays and blacks, yet beside the window hung light-checkered curtains in classic British countryside style, and the furniture was brightly colored. The bedding was pale yellow checkered, and lying there, Thomas himself seemed softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was surely Miranda’s doing, Yang Yi thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Thomas, seeing you well puts my mind at ease,” Yang Yi said, standing before him, her gaze sincere. “I am truly grateful you went into the forest to find me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas lay flat, forced to look up at her. For the first time, he studied the girl closely—she wore Miranda’s floral shirt and a black knee-length skirt, the clothes too large, hanging loosely on her like a child in adult clothing. But Thomas knew this slender frame held immense, unyielding strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face and figure resembled an underage girl, yet her expression was sincere, calm, and her dark eyes seemed like two traps, hiding boundless mystery and complexity. Her aura was cold, tinged with an underlying melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This calm, detached, yet melancholy and mysterious aura felt familiar—as if he had glimpsed it somewhere, once, long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without knowing why, Thomas asked, “How old are you?” The moment the words left his mouth, he himself was startled—why had he asked that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi was surprised, but answered: “Twenty-four.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas nodded, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi had to speak up: “Mr. Thomas, since you’re well, I’ll take my leave…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you planning to go?” Thomas interrupted, then sneered: “Back to the forest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nodded honestly: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you’re disappointed you weren’t eaten? You insist on walking straight into their mouths?” Thomas shifted, his right hand bandaged—he used his IV-equipped left hand to push himself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stepped forward to help him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—I forgot. You’re an Awakened. Incredibly strong, with powerful healing. You’re not afraid of beasts at all,” Thomas sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mean to be so cruel, but Yang Yi’s decision stirred an unexpected anger within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi felt no anger. Since killing the black panther, her inner calm had deepened; many of the negative thoughts that once haunted her seemed to have vanished with the panther’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Thomas had already left an impression on her: cold outside, warm inside, stubborn but kind-hearted. Even if he spoke harshly, she could not bring herself to resent such a good man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your praise,” she said, as if not hearing his sarcasm. “My abilities still need training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas was momentarily speechless. He frowned at the pattern on the blanket, refusing to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodbye, Mr. Thomas. I wish you good health,” Yang Yi said sincerely once more, turning to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My injury isn’t healed yet. Miranda’s workload will increase. Why don’t you stay and help her?” Thomas suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda walked in at that moment, gently saying: “Yes. Mr. Thomas’s condition is serious—he can’t use his right hand for a month. I’m old, and many tasks are beyond me. Could you stay and help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She winked subtly at Thomas, who turned his face away, scowling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi knew they said this out of kindness—perhaps after the night in the forest, they felt she wasn’t a bad person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated. After last night, she felt her potential still unexplored; without her mental power, her body’s new abilities had given her a vague new direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frisa, my dear, Mr. Thomas was injured so badly because of you. At least wait until he recovers before leaving. Won’t you?” Miranda playfully spread her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nodded reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, Yang Yi helped Miranda with housework and tended the garden. Miranda even cleared a small vegetable patch in the backyard, planting tomatoes, snap peas, cucumbers, mustard greens, lettuce, and strawberries. Yang Yi took on the tasks of fertilizing, pest control, and tidying the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rural life in Britain was beautiful and serene; she felt more peaceful than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fragments in her body appearing occasionally in dreams, this could have been the most comfortable time of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, after dinner, she helped Miranda clean the kitchen, then returned to the bedroom to read the book she had borrowed from Thomas—A History of Western Art. She struggled through it, unfamiliar with many words, constantly looking them up, until she dozed off, slumped on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dreamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dream, she was watering flowers in the garden. The blooms were extraordinarily vibrant—geraniums, lavender, tulips, a sea of roses on the ground, roses climbing the walls. The entire garden exhaled the sweet fragrance of blossoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if stepping out of the air, Chris appeared, his face clearly marked with displeasure and sorrow: “You’d rather stay here than reach out to me? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1123,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","804680afbe857c94807a2fb1443166e0a984e9bfd7912edec2e3af1487116c23","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-114","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-112",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]