[{"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-220":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},2302359,4502,"Chapter 220: Performance","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-220",220,"\u003Cp>After playing a few rounds, Yang Yi realized she had no interest in video games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child, she never had the chance to play; as an adult, life left her no time; after starting work, she had occasionally played some games during free moments, but never felt any thrill. She couldn’t understand those who stayed up all night gaming, even neglecting their studies and jobs—what was so fun about it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Chris slipped behind an enemy and swiftly dispatched a sniper with his dagger, then took his position. He switched weapons with practiced ease and picked off several members of the opposing faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her focus gradually blurred, and suddenly, everything before her felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This period had felt like living in a dream—not just these past few days, but since her awakening—not even that, but her entire life had felt like a dream: drifting, as if a fog, a gauzy veil, always obscured the truth behind the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I truly alive? Or have I already died, and all this is merely a hallucination before death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And them—what do the lives or deaths of humans have to do with me? Even if they went extinct, it would be their own doing. Why should I stand against them, push and monitor them toward a harder path? I’m not their mother… Even if I were, a mother can abandon her child… and face no punishment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic thoughts surged and receded in her mind, swirling wildly like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden question rose in her heart: What’s so entertaining about this “performance”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aren’t you fond of pure things? Whether in life or emotion, why now tolerate such falsehood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Chris, her eyes holding not only unfamiliarity and scrutiny toward him, but also toward herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darling, what are you thinking?” Unable to ignore the intensity of her gaze, Chris set down his controller and looked at her seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.” She instinctively avoided answering, but then she remembered Chris was already her possession—he couldn’t escape her grasp, his freedom, his life and death, entirely under her control—so she suddenly relaxed, resting her head lightly on his shoulder. “I’m so tired. Since my awakening, I’ve been tired. Lately, even more so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time Chris had seen her show vulnerability before him. Previously, even when she was gentle and soft, it was always consciously controlled—not this complete release. He sensed her change in demeanor, and perhaps this was a privilege granted only after he became her “prisoner”—for she never trusted anyone except herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris thought for a long while. “Humans aren’t your responsibility. You don’t have to bear all the weight on your shoulders.” He pulled Yang Yi into his arms, gently stroking her arm with his right hand. “Sometimes, you should let go of those burdens. When you’re tired, rest—don’t just push through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nestled against him. His embrace was broad and warm, like a fairy-tale hearth, radiating gentle heat, the faint citrus scent lulling her toward sleep. Her eyelids grew heavy, on the verge of slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to return to the car ride to the revolving restaurant that day, when they had been quarreling and Chris ignored her. In the icy car air conditioning, she had dreamed of the little match girl, of roast goose, of a warm hearth, and of a warm embrace carrying her away to a place without pain or worry…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashes and sparks burst from the hearth; some flaming scraps of paper were lifted by the rising heat, drifting upward. More and more appeared, and Yang Yi instinctively reached out to catch them, examining the words on them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mirror Project… Target: Yang Yi… Trust-building Strategy… Emergency Protocol Upon Exposure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orange flame suddenly turned icy blue; the warm hearth grew cold, like the frozen reservoir behind Zhen’s house in winter, chilling her to the bone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris gazed at her sleeping face. Even asleep, she was uneasy, a shadow of gloom clouding her brow. He sighed softly, slid his other hand beneath her knees, and lifted her toward the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was light—almost feather-light, as if the next breath of wind might carry her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to lay her on the bed, Yang Yi suddenly opened her eyes, watching him in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris’s mind reeled. In her pitch-black pupils, he seemed to see two vortices, endlessly spinning in chaos, sliding inevitably toward coldness and nothingness according to some unyielding cosmic law—pulling him in too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave.” Yang Yi’s voice was cold. “Your performance today was good. I’m satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris snapped back to reality and let out a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, Director. I can perform the midnight show too—shall I continue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi fell silent for a moment, then said softly, “Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, when Chris woke, Yang Yi was already seated on the living room sofa, the screen playing morning news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hosts, a man and a woman, sat upright, reporting to the nation’s people about central leadership decisions and the country’s actions over the past six months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...The Human Civilization Continuity Plan Headquarters has been officially established, directly led by the Supreme Commander. Comrade Yang Yi has been appointed Chief Advisor and Special Supervisor...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Constructing a new global order centered on the Human Civilization Continuity Plan... contributing to the future development of all humanity...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...The first Global Summit will soon open, inviting world leaders to deliberate on the long-term plan for human civilization’s survival...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Under central leadership, human civilization’s survival has become the shared goal of all people. Our nation must shoulder this historic responsibility and unite the strength of the masses...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi leaned back on the sofa, the remote discarded beside her, her expression indifferent—as if nothing could move her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris turned to the kitchen, quickly made several sandwiches, poured a cup of coffee and a cup of milk, and placed them on the coffee table before the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Advisor? Special Supervisor?” Chris’s tone held sharp irony. He sat directly on the rug, picked up a sandwich, and began eating. “Granted high honors but no real administrative power. Use divine power, yet lock the god inside a cage of dimensions... Won’t you eat? My cooking’s not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi took the sandwich, bit into it, chewed twice, then set it down. “I no longer need to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mind. He shoved the bitten sandwich into his mouth and devoured it in three bites. “So you’ve truly become a god... What energy source sustains you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, he had deliberately avoided delicate topics—about China’s politics, her abilities. After exposure, he had no reservations left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She regarded him quietly. Chris showed no unease over his question; he seemed indifferent to whether she answered or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi turned her head, her voice steady. “Dark matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","10700f08104c6a9d780e1ec878b9aeb94cb51c09481fc6b0a53111b2bac75ed5","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-221","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-219",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]