[{"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-19":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},2302158,4502,"Chapter 19: A Happy Day","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>The first national congress of awakened individuals lasted all day; after the meeting began, the leader of Xia State delivered a speech, describing the massive changes ahead and how to respond to them, while looking to the future from the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Yang Yi, as a representative of the awakened, gave a speech, recounting her journey of awakening, expressing trust in official institutions, and calling on all awakened individuals to jointly build a better society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not written by Yang Yi herself, but by a staff writer at the Bureau of Awakened Individuals—a graduate of the Literature Department at Capital University—who was thrilled when asked to draft her speech. After grasping Yang Yi’s core ideas, he penned a masterpiece she could never have written: the address was grand and sincere, brimming with confidence in the present and vision for the future, both accessible and clearly structured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the meeting, Yang Yi also exchanged a warm handshake and conversation with the national leader—a prospect she had once never dared to imagine, now occurring naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conference would last three days; after the first day’s sessions, many outstanding awakened individuals from various provinces came forward to take photos with her and ask questions about awakening. She answered as many as she could, and many said they gained much from the exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Chang’an, sociable and adept at networking, was asked to create a group—primarily to include Yang Yi—so members could share and discuss their awakening abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Chang’an sought Yang Yi’s opinion; she subtly indicated she disliked socializing and feared she’d merely be a passive presence in the group. But Wei Chang’an insisted that even if she never spoke, her mere name in the group would serve as an unspoken deterrent, guiding the group toward positive conduct and preventing these proud individuals from overstepping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi considered her main purpose for attending the conference and agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner with everyone at the Capital Grand Hotel, it was nearly 10 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi leaned back in the seat, half-closing her eyes; the city’s dazzling lights reflected in her gaze, leaving only a cold emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan glanced at her through the rearview mirror—he had handled the issue of her “mother” during her meeting today, and wondered whether to report the outcome to Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His work principle: every matter must be accounted for, every task resolved, every action responded to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yang Yi’s decisive tone that morning—her clear refusal to ever see or hear from the woman again—made him hesitate. He feared upsetting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s expression was indifferent, showing no interest in asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a text message tone rang out in the silent car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi snapped out of her thoughts, rubbed her eyes, and unlocked her phone screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw you on the news! I feel like you seemed a little unhappy today. [question mark face]”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s lips curled slightly as she began typing a reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought I hid it well. How did you notice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, don’t forget I’m an actor! Acting is my job. With a little attention, it’s not hard to spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s gaze lingered on the word “attention,” pausing briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like my acting is terrible. Any advice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The advice is: dump all your troubles on me today, then eat an ice cream and sleep. Tomorrow will be a happy day! Chris the Emotional Trash Bin serves you wholeheartedly! [trash bin]”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan, who had been closely watching Yang Yi, was astonished to see a genuine smile appear on her face—not the official one she’d worn on television today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I met someone… I once had… some expectations for her, but…” She typed a line, then deleted it. After a moment of thought, she wrote: “My mother, who abandoned me as a child, showed up today. My feelings are complicated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ark Nation, Xincheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Carl’s Five-Star Hotel, Chris was having breakfast. He’d stayed up late filming a night scene and only woke at 9 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After showering, breakfast had been delivered to his room. He turned on the news to accompany his meal—and saw Yang Yi’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two most powerful nations in the world, monitoring each other’s actions had become routine. The news was covering Xia State’s first congress of awakened individuals, and gave Yang Yi a solo shot: she wore a white shirt, black suit pants, and white sneakers—a plain, dull outfit, yet on her it carried a quiet charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris was certain her attire would soon be widely copied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched, his eyes glued to her face: her jawline flowed smoothly, her nose was high and straight, with a slight bony prominence adding a touch of dominance. Her double eyelids were fan-shaped, her irises deeply black like two mysterious, profound black holes—if you stared too long, you felt yourself being pulled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When expressionless, her demeanor was icy; when her lashes lowered, she seemed melancholy. Especially now: someone was speaking on the podium, she sat in the center of the front row, head slightly bowed, the camera capturing her profile—Chris saw sadness in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was unhappy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he realized this, Chris had already picked up his phone and sent her a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw you on the news! I feel like you seemed a little unhappy today. [question mark face]”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he realize what he’d done—and belatedly understand he cared for her too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no novice in romance; indeed, given his looks, he’d always had excellent luck with the opposite sex. When interested in a girl, he simply walked up and asked for her number—indeed, it was easy; he’d rarely been refused, the sole exception being a lesbian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden, unexplained concern brought his faint affection into clear focus—he suddenly realized he cared for her far too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflecting on his recent behavior—he’d been practically fawning! Chris involuntarily rubbed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found it strange, for he was not someone prone to love at first sight. Usually, he waited to see if they were compatible before proceeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, she’d saved him—he was grateful, and this fondness was almost natural—but it seemed to be more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it admiration for strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris put down his fork, leaned back in his chair, and gazed silently out the window at the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun, as always, cut through darkness, overlooking the earth with blinding light that could not be stared at. Chris squinted, recalling the scene from the news: her expressionless form suspended in midair, below her panicked world leaders, behind her rolling black smoke and roaring flames—this was the opening chapter of the Dark Matter Age, and without doubt, she was its undisputed protagonist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human genes carry an innate reverence, admiration, and affection for the exceptional. When someone is not merely excellent in one area but reaches the pinnacle of the pyramid, people naturally follow them, trust them, even love them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, this admiration for strength is indistinguishable from love—the enduring popularity of “Cinderella” films stems precisely from this psychology: everyone wishes to be chosen by someone vastly superior to themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he experiencing this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He analyzed his own psyche using his method of role psychology, dissecting his subconscious with the precision of a surgeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This technique usually worked; it had once pulled him out of a slump and deepened his understanding of characters. But now, it felt sluggish, like an old, rusted machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, he recalled her distant smile at that dinner, and how, when she occasionally looked at him, he had precisely caught her gaze—he was certain she liked him: not the frantic adoration of a typical fan, but a restrained, quiet affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sensitive to emotion; he sensed her preference for him. But when her eyes turned elsewhere, he also realized she didn’t seem to care deeply—she was here, yet somehow elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew fan adoration was projection: fans transferred the admirable traits of a character onto the actor, unconsciously extending their affection to the person. He usually viewed fan frenzy with rational detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that dinner, had he truly been rational? Surrounded by officials, she lowered her lashes and smiled politely at all—yet only with him did she meet his gaze directly, her eyes and smile warm. He felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such unique treatment was obvious to anyone paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, John excitedly told him: “No doubt, Miss Superhero likes you! She barely acknowledged those high officials—she only smiled at you! And she spoke with you the longest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, he was wrapped in a floating euphoria, as if walking on clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this admiration for strength? He asked himself again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you want to follow her? No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you admire her? No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you revere her? No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then do you love her? …Yes, it seems so…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why not admit it? You have feelings for her—romantic feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You care for her. Every news update about her, you can’t help but click. You still remember your first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You even picked out several citrus-scented perfumes—did your taste suddenly change? And now you always carry orange-flavored gum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve become like a foolish adolescent boy, desperate to present your best self to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admitting you like her isn’t embarrassing—she truly is captivating, with an inexplicable, complex charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he recognized his true feelings, he reached for his phone—only to find the message already sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put down the phone and wondered when he’d begun to think of her so constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps when he learned she’d saved him. Perhaps when he first met her and she smiled, saying, “I’m your fan.” Or perhaps when she joked about kidnapping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No clear starting point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others might be awed by her power, seeing her as aloof, detached, or like Superman—immensely powerful and indifferent to all. But he sensed, beneath her cold exterior, a hidden melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-dong—the text reply sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother, who abandoned me as a child, showed up today. My feelings are complicated.” She wrote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris frowned deeply. He rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced at the distant skyline, then down at her message. He paced the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he sat solemnly on the sofa, choosing each word carefully: “I’m so sorry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deleted it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did your mother…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deleted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you planning to…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deleted! Deleted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh God, she must be hurting right now. Why ask such messy questions? Maybe she just needs someone who stands beside her, truly understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he replied directly: “Don’t forgive her. Don’t acknowledge her. A mother who abandoned her child as a child is unforgivable, no matter the reason. Most importantly—you’re not happy. I didn’t see joy on your face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sat, waiting for her reply. He had never waited so anxiously for a text—not even on the day he waited for the audition result for the most important role of his career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he call her now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding—” the text chimed. He looked immediately:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what I want to do right now? I want to fly from Jingcheng, Xia State, straight to Xincheng, Ark Nation, and drag you away from your set in front of everyone. Let’s wander through skies, oceans, and mountains like two free birds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris licked his lower lip. He tried to suppress his smile—but couldn’t. Finally, he lay back on the sofa, staring at the message for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, today would be a happy day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan parked the car outside the Bureau of Awakened Individuals dormitory. Yang Yi sat in the back seat, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan didn’t urge her. He waited silently, like a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Yang Yi said: “I’m going for a walk. Pick me up again tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. here.” She opened the door and flew into the vast night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan opened his mouth, watching her figure vanish instantly into the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car was utterly silent—as if she had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Yang Yi, he often felt a contradiction: sometimes she felt close, like every colleague or friend—sharing meals, complaining about work, discussing salary changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other times, she felt distant, as if separated by heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was warm, approachable—odd for her age, but fitting for her status; she acted no different from ordinary people, never arrogant or aloof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan had seen many awakened individuals—he worked at the Bureau of Awakened Individuals, where over a dozen B-grade awakened resided, not counting those from provinces who came for exchanges and study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Awakened come in all types: some arrogant, some self-important, some outwardly humble but inwardly proud, and a few genuinely modest—but even those are only modest toward fellow Awakened with real ability or toward highly intelligent, highly educated experts and researchers. In any case, most Awakened possess a sense of superiority, a feeling of self-worth that sets them apart from ordinary people, whether displayed openly or buried deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People like him, ordinary unawakened individuals, are usually ignored by them. Some Awakened even look down on Director Zhou and Deputy Director Zheng, seeing them as mere ordinary people utterly unfit to lead those with superpowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Siyuan found this ridiculous. Long before the Awakened appeared, Director Zhou and Deputy Director Zheng had already rendered outstanding service to the nation; their abilities and overall qualities were beyond question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Yang Yi? She had never looked down on anyone. She treated ordinary people and Awakened exactly the same, as if she saw no difference between the two—or perhaps, to her, an Awakened’s superpower was no more remarkable than an ordinary person’s talent for piano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also cared about whether her salary had increased, and once asked him if being on 24-hour standby affected his love life—though of course, she never called him after work. In short, she respected people; whether Awakened or ordinary, she treated them all equally. In her eyes, Chen Yushu, Wei Chang’an, Li Chengxuan, and even Liu Siyuan himself were no different except in their job duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She respected Director Zhou and Deputy Director Zheng deeply, never boasted of her own achievements, never felt superior to others, and stood in stark contrast to those arrogant Awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Liu Siyuan wondered whether, in her eyes, there was no difference between Awakened and ordinary people because the Awakened were simply too weak to warrant special attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, at the moment she flew away, that sense of strangeness returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she chose to, she could be any colleague, friend, or passerby beside you—you might even feel you were the same kind of person. But at other times, she seemed like a cloud in the sky: visible, yet forever out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they be the same? Who among normal people could fly?! Liu Siyuan silently mocked himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",2452,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b82b8341b11ac3237d122a883ed88d4c6de1b6cef3283f7ab217dcd751549569","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-20","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-18",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]