[{"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-22":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},2302161,4502,"Chapter 22","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Taking a flight to Baria City International Airport in Brazil, Yang Yi saw a thick white mist below, covering an area of about fifty li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist reached a hundred meters high, and the plane circled around the Mist Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because previous aircraft had lost signal while flying over Mist Town and nearly crashed, the local government urgently rerouted air traffic in this airspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing at Baria City International Airport, they took a car to Mist Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m so envious of Yang Yi—she just flies right over,” said Feng Liancheng, the technical support for this mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once we arrive, you’re in charge of taking over their database and checking if they’re hiding anything,” Zhou Director had assigned tasks before takeoff, and now reiterated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it! I’ll take over Mist Town’s database; Chen Yushu and Wei Chang’an will scout the perimeter; the Biohazard Prevention Office will analyze all the mist’s data. We all need to handle logistics so Yang Yi can focus without distractions,” Feng Liancheng said, shrugging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi, glancing at the documents, teased: “You only get away with this because Zhou Director’s so easygoing—you’d never act this casually in front of Zheng Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s always scowling—I’m too scared!” Feng Liancheng sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few light-hearted remarks, everyone fell silent as they neared Mist Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they even drew close, a white mist a hundred meters high stretched across the sky and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, a curtain of mist descended upon the ground, like a prelude to some apocalyptic disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ring of military installations was stationed along the mist’s outer edge, heavily guarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, crowds of Brazilian civilians gathered: some with family trapped inside the mist, their faces filled with grief and anxiety; others came just to watch; some livestreamed; others held homemade signs protesting Brazil’s inaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More still were international reporters, filming and broadcasting Mist Town’s situation to the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Chinese convoy slowly approached, the Brazilian military, having been alerted, welcomed them inside the restricted zone; the crowd outside suddenly erupted in unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man, visibly shattered, broke through the military cordon and lunged toward Yang Yi’s window, shouting loudly—the driver slammed on the brakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was immediately dragged away by guards, allowing the convoy to proceed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did he just shout?” Yang Yi asked the translator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The translator, provided by the Brazilians, was a middle-aged woman who replied with a complex expression: “He said: ‘Please save my wife and children—they’re in Masala Town… Masala Town is the mist town ahead; everyone has stopped using its original name now…’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yang Yi stepped out of the vehicle, Brazilian representatives waited for them; distant reporters’ flashbulbs began popping, lenses fixed on Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look! It’s Miss Superwoman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my God, has she come to save the people of Mist Town?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The people in Mist Town are saved!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily—they’ve been trapped for half a month already; they might already be…” Before the sentence finished, an angry family member punched the speaker to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I ask you, do you really believe she can solve this? This isn’t like last time’s Fire Demon incident…” A man who seemed to know something pretended to be mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd buzzed with chatter, suddenly one man screamed desperately toward Yang Yi:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Superwoman! Please save my family! They’re all inside Masala Town! I beg you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his voice came the relatives of the townspeople:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My parents are still inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My husband is inside! Please save him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My wife, son, and daughter are all inside—God, my son is only five, my daughter only three!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the desperate cries around her, Yang Yi looked at the despairing faces. The translator, sensing the heavy atmosphere, spontaneously began translating their pleas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the mist ahead, Yang Yi furrowed her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mist’s outermost edge, where it was thinnest, visibility reached five to six meters; deeper in, the mist grew denser, until visibility dropped below three meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White mist curled and twisted, as if alive, entangling itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi moved her fingers slightly; the deep white mist stirred suddenly, as if disturbed by an invisible force, then slowly returned to its original state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression hardened—closer she got to the mist, the more her own power subtly strengthened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you see inside?” Yang Yi asked Feng Liancheng beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m nearsighted, not X-ray-eyed,” he rolled his eyes. “But under these conditions, no kind of eyes would help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brazilian representative halted the translator and invited Yang Yi and the others into a temporary tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>China’s Biohazard Prevention Team began integrating into Brazil’s research efforts; the Strategic Analysis Team started collaborating with the Brazilian military to study all available data on Mist Town; even Feng Liancheng pulled out his laptop and immediately connected to their database.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yushu and Wei Chang’an, accompanied by Brazilian military personnel, scouted the perimeter of Mist Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Yang Yi remained silent, following behind Zhou Director, listening as the translator relayed the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brazilian representative was named Madock Balotelli, a general—a burly middle-aged white man with sunburned skin and an exhausted expression. When Zhou Director insisted on fully investigating the situation before allowing Yang Yi to enter Mist Town, he grew agitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we could investigate clearly, we wouldn’t be sitting here waiting! Everyone who entered never came out! Drones and robots lost signal the moment they went in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We tied ropes to the people and police dogs we sent in, agreeing to pull them back within thirty minutes—but the ropes were either cut or snapped. We don’t know what’s happening inside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We sent our own awakened: one B-rank and three C-ranks—they went in and never returned! The United Nations sent a five-member team, all B-rank awakened—they vanished inside too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, besides launching missiles into the mist, we have no other option! But if we do, we’ll drown in public outrage—the reporters outside will bury us in news coverage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, Commander Yang, act quickly! There are over four thousand people inside—they’re all in mortal danger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Director remained calm, unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he lacked compassion; from his position, he had to minimize risk to his own personnel. And this Mist Town was too strange—he had to suspect it might be a trap set by Brazil or some other nation in collusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Yang Yi was only one person—one of China’s most vital strategic assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Director refused to budge; Balotelli, suppressing his anger, kept pressing. The atmosphere inside the tent grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi sighed inwardly and asked Feng Liancheng: “How’s it going? Find anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Liancheng’s fingers flew across the keyboard, not looking up: “I’ve reviewed most of the data—they’re not lying. They’ve shared most of it. The only thing they’re hiding is probably the analysis of the mist’s composition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The mist’s composition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. The mist contains massive amounts of dark matter—it greatly benefits ordinary people’s awakening and enhances awakened abilities. That’s likely why they’re withholding this. Perhaps they plan to use the mist for something after resolving this incident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nodded. This explained why her power strengthened the closer she got to the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going for a walk,” she said, walking straight out of the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madock and Zhou Director stopped arguing and followed her outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi watched for a moment, then flew up above the mist-covered town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People below gasped in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi ignored the noise, circling once around the mist’s perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist was extremely dense; the town beneath was completely hidden. She felt as if the mist were alive, each curl and undulation like a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was still growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From above, Yang Yi gazed down at its vast form, as if watching a slow yet ferocious creature consuming life to sustain itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were alive, what was its food?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi narrowed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she returned to the ground and said to Zhou Director: “I’ll go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we haven’t fully investigated yet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve been investigating for half a month and still haven’t figured it out. We can’t expect to solve it the moment we arrive,” Yang Yi said. “Besides, wasn’t the decision already made before we came?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Director’s expression grew anxious; he gritted his teeth: “If anything feels wrong, come back immediately. Don’t take risks. You’re our…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A vital national resource, a strategic weapon, irreplaceable in value,” Yang Yi shrugged, finishing for him. “Honestly, I don’t like that metaphor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Director patted her shoulder. “Of course, you’re a person—you’re our comrade, not a resource. I just mean the organization values you deeply.” He emphasized again: “Don’t take risks. If you sense you can’t handle it alone, get out immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nodded solemnly, then flew straight up, located the mist’s center, and plunged into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akka Nation, Xincheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chris, look! Our goddess of humanity is saving the world again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after finishing a scene of high-speed driving along a coastal highway, Chris wiped sweat as he stepped into the trailer. His assistant John held up his phone, showing live news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, endless mist filled a quarter of the frame; below, crowds screamed in chaos; above the mist, a tiny black dot flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-definition lens zoomed in—it was Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulder-length hair flowed freely; she still wore a loose white shirt, gray slacks, and white sneakers. Because her clothes were loose, the wind lifted them against her body as she flew, making her appear slender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She circled above the mist, her figure shrinking to a black speck, nearly invisible to the camera, then that speck plunged without hesitation into the oppressive, gloomy mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris felt his heart skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On television, the crowd shouted: “She went in! She’s going to save them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s S-rank—she’ll definitely rescue them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what’s happening inside, but with Miss Superwoman acting, at least the mist won’t spread further!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! If this mist keeps expanding, Baria City will be in danger! I live in Baria City—I don’t want to move!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter addressed the camera: “Miss Yang Yi has responded to the United Nations’ and Brazil’s request to rescue Mist Town. Just now, she entered the town’s interior from above. We will continue to monitor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris remembered once asking her: “Are you afraid of monsters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said, “Of course I’m afraid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said she imagined monsters as cabbages, and that made her less afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said she had nightmares—dreams of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris stared at the phone; the mist on screen looked mysterious and deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wondered whether she could solve the mist, whether she could save those trapped inside—but no one wondered whether she, too, was afraid facing such horrors.\u003C\u002Fp>",1779,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bbd58f3c624cad781b7f53a310ba94946c43f3e7fc71b223e6dfd0a88eca45c3","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-23","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-21",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]