Chapter 190: Encounter in the Southern Black Kingdom

One day in late October, a severe invasion of alien creatures occurred in the Southern Black Kingdom, where a sea monster attacked land residents, causing massive casualties.

Originally, after this sea beast arrived on Earth from another world, it had always been well-behaved, feeding on marine life and never rashly attacking ships at sea. People nearby vaguely knew a giant beast lived in the nearby waters, but since it had not harmed them, they coexisted peacefully.

This attack was very sudden; it was rumored that a seaside factory discharged sewage into the nearby waters, polluting the sea beast's living environment and provoking its anger, which led to the invasion of the land.

The entire Haiye City was covered by the tsunami raised by the sea beast; countless houses were overturned, people were displaced, and the casualties were severe.

Yang Yi received a request from the United Nations to go and resolve this incident.

When she dragged the massive sea beast corpse ashore, the dense crowd startled her; looking into the distance, the black mass of people on the shore resembled ants in an anthill.

Upon seeing the sea beast's corpse, which was as large as a small mountain, the people at the very front retreated in fear, followed by cheers that echoed to the clouds.

The crowd shouted her name and title, their faces overflowing with excitement and gratitude.

"God of Humanity! God of Humanity!"

"Yang Yi! Yang Yi!"

Amidst this huge roar of sound, Yang Yi's expression remained calm, as if she had heard and seen nothing. After completing the handover with the local alien creature management department, she prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a reporter rushed up with a camera, "What is your human perspective on this sea beast disaster?"

For such sudden interviews, she usually did not respond, but today, she glanced back at the sea beast's corpse and couldn't help but say in a low voice, "People must protect the environment."

The reporters immediately swarmed like sharks smelling blood:

"Do you think this disaster was caused by human pollution of the environment?"

"Do you think this is the giant beast's revenge?"

"May I ask, are you sympathizing with this alien creature?"

Yang Yi lowered her eyelids.

Some reporters habitually distorted her original meaning to add more sensational points to their news; they did not care what she wanted to express, only whether they could dig a gold mine out of her.

"Can we think this way—that you have surpassed all humans in superpowers, and thus no longer consider yourself human, but instead empathize with equally powerful alien creatures?"

Originally, Yang Yi did not want to deal with these reporters anymore, but as soon as this question came out, she looked at the reporter who asked it.

He was a young man with brown skin and black eyes, about twenty years old; a light of abnormal excitement flickered in his eyes, a kind of expectation of having just discovered a treasure.

She then looked at the other reporters around her; those expectant faces were like blood-filled maws ready to devour people.

A strong sense of weariness suddenly surged in Yang Yi's heart; standing in the crowd, she felt as if she were being submerged by a surging tide.

Her tone was calm: "What answer do you want to get?"

This sentence was like an encouragement; the reporters around her immediately went mad, shoving microphones in front of her, almost wanting to poke a hole in her head with the microphones, just to dig out a few words from her to serve as bricks for constructing their sensational news.

"May I ask, do you think the Evil God is the legendary Dead Star? Will humanity face a catastrophic disaster like the previous mass extinctions on Earth?"

"Do you think Awakened Ones and ordinary people can coexist peacefully?"

"What is your view on the special treatment Awakened Ones receive among the crowd?"

However, the questions became sharper and sharper, to the point where one doubted one's own ears—

"It is rumored that the Xia Kingdom is carrying out an interdimensional migration plan; without your help, this plan cannot be implemented. As a citizen of the Xia Kingdom, do you want to help the Xia Kingdom monopolize these few alien planets?"

"You fought against the Evil God; is it because you love humanity, or because you believe the Evil God is insignificant and completely unable to stand against you?"

"It is rumored that you and the Evil God's follower, Wade Davis, admired each other; is that true? Do you feel regret over his death?"

"It is rumored that you suffered abuse since childhood; now that you have become the God of Humanity and are almost omnipotent, will this experience have a negative impact on you?"

"During the last sky phenomenon, what exactly happened after you entered the other world? Did you do your utmost?"

Yang Yi never knew that there were originally so many people in this world who "cared" about her, who "cared" about everything that happened to her, to a degree that made her feel terrified.

These excited and expectant faces before her were more frightening than any terrible alien creature; alien creatures could only destroy her body and gnaw at her flesh, but these people could rush up and tear at her heart and soul.

Why does everyone think she is the strongest person in the world?

Clearly, she herself feels she is a coward, a piece of glass that would shatter at a touch.

Inscribed on Balzac's cane: "I can destroy all obstacles!" Kafka said: "All obstacles can destroy me!"

She alone felt a deep resonance with Kafka.

Listening to the continuous questioning at her ears, those insidious questions, those words with hidden meanings, those traps dug for her to fall into... suddenly, a voice in her heart said coldly: Then give them the answer they want!

Do you sympathize with alien creatures? — Yes.

Do you feel regret over Wade Davis's death? — Yes.

Did the abuse you suffered in childhood have a negative impact on you? — Of course, isn't that obvious?

Did you do your utmost in dealing with alien creatures? — No.

Do you love humanity? — No.

Yes, just answer them like this, see what expressions change on their faces; perhaps they will change from excitement to fear? Perhaps they will be so scared they drop their microphones and scatter? Perhaps they will angrily accuse her? Scold her? Curse her?...

Thinking of this, she felt a shudder instantly run through her whole body—however, it was not because of fear, but excitement.

If one cannot obtain people's love and respect, then fear is not bad either.

Speak, speak, just answer them like this, do not worry too much! Why do you live so tiredly? Because you worry too much, about responsibility, morality, love, other people's feelings, other people's human perspective—if you cast these aside, you will be a bit more relaxed, won't you?

If they resist you, curse you, insult you... isn't that even better? Doesn't this give you a complete opportunity to cast aside burdens?

Yang Yi walked expressionlessly through the crowd; no one knew what she was thinking.

The local police struggled to maintain order and block the swarming reporters, yet through various gaps, countless microphones still followed her figure.

Suddenly, the brown-skinned reporter ducked down, slipped through the human wall formed by the police, and pointed a microphone at Yang Yi's face; he seemed a bit fearful, yet also contained excitement:

"Ms. Yang, I have secretly heard a rumor that says the arrival of alien creatures on Earth was caused by you; there is no so-called Evil God; you are the mastermind behind all disasters—or one could say, you are the Evil God! May I ask, what is your human perspective on this rumor..."

With a thunderous boom, a lightning bolt exploded in Yang Yi's mind, a bone-chilling coldness spreading from her soles upward, slow at first then fast.

Her whole body went rigid, her mind numb, barely able to think.

Amidst the bustling crowd, she stopped, staring blankly at the young reporter.

The police, only then realizing what had happened, dragged the audacious reporter out.

"What is your connection to the Evil God? Did you orchestrate all this from behind the scenes? Are you the Evil God itself?..." Before being dragged away by the police, the young reporter screamed with all his might, while a cameraman nearby pointed his lens at her face, trying to capture her expression.

She stood still, perhaps for a minute, maybe only a few dozen seconds? Or perhaps a very, very long time, long enough that the noisy crowd seemed to notice the wrongness in the atmosphere and gradually fell silent from near to far.

Silence slowly enveloped the surroundings; only the distant masses, unaware of what had happened, continued to shout, pressing forward to catch a glimpse of the face of the God of Humanity.

Local officials and the police chief wiped cold sweat from their brows; an official angrily shouted, "Where is this reporter from? Who let him in?"

"How can you fabricate such an outrageous lie? This is slander!!"

"Ms. Yang! You must believe, this has absolutely nothing to do with our country!"

The crowd's roar was deafening, clamoring in her ears, yet the sounds seemed to come from a distant place; she felt as if enclosed in a glass dome, people were very close, yet it seemed as if two worlds separated them.

Yang Yi looked around, gazing out; the crowd was a sea of black heads with no end in sight—did all these people suspect her? Was the Evil God believer who possessed Lin Mu the one responsible? After all, creating a rift and suspicion between her and humanity was the simplest way...

Right now, these people were still welcoming her, worshipping her, grateful to her, yet in the next second, would this gratitude turn into teeth-gritting hatred? And contempt? Would they spit at her, call her a hypocrite, accuse her of killing billions of lives, causing all this, yet having the face to pretend and package herself as a savior?...

These people gazed at her with eager eyes; their looks held respect and fear, as well as gratitude and hope—but what about the next second? What about tomorrow? What about the future?

Suddenly, she let out a vicious, cold sneer in her heart—who cares? Who the f*** cares how they see me?

I am not the Evil God; the disaster on Earth was not caused by me; this is an obvious fact!

If they have been deceived—that is almost one hundred percent possible, because humanity itself is a species easily swayed.

They are impulsive, easily suggested; once they merge into a group, they lose reason, becoming single-celled organisms, driven only by immediate emotions...

That Evil God believer was a master at peering into hearts, catching hidden thoughts she herself dared not think deeply about—she hated humanity, despised them from the depths of her heart; the so-called love for humanity was nothing but a fantasy, a form of self-consolation.

Humanity is foolish sheep needing the shepherd's whip; they are born slaves needing a master to lead them to see the way!

If they do not obey, just whip them; why care about their thoughts? Why care how they see me?

I saved them! I saved the world! The reason this world exists is because of me!

I am their eternal benefactor; they should be eternally grateful to me, full of gratitude; they should prostrate themselves before me and praise my name; even a single thought of disrespect deserves hell!!!

Infinite anger and arrogance grew wildly in her heart; she even wanted to crush the dense crowd before her to the ground on the spot, making them dare not look at her again—she hated their gaze, whether it was worship, love, obsession, awe, or hatred—she hated it all!

Because this worship, obsession, love... one day will turn into sharp arrows dipped in poison, stabbing fiercely into her body, making her hurt, making her suffer, making her unable to breathe, making her want to flee but never able to escape.

The words of the Evil God believer suddenly flashed through her mind:

"Humanity is not worthy of respect, nor does it have value; most humans are just ingredients, a culture medium, merely a breeding ground for elites and the strong!

"You are the only crystal of this culture medium; you are the true master of humanity!"