[{"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-222":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},2302361,4502,"Chapter 222: The Library Conspiracy","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-222",222,"\u003Cp>In a neutral European country, a private ancient library held by a trust fund.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air carried the scent of aged paper and ink, mingled with the woody aroma long released by oxidizing bookshelves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before an eighteenth-century antique desk, Vade sat in an armchair wearing a fine cashmere sweater, the faint glow of his tablet illuminating his face, making him look like a scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers scrolled across two highlighted document titles on the screen; the light cast his thin profile onto bookshelves lined with ancient texts—no one could guess that this body housed a follower of an alien demon god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne exclaimed, “Sir, all verification is complete. The original genome of Ark’s ‘Artemis’ project shows high homology with the alien biomass from Wucheng. Comparative data shows 91.97% match… it cannot be explained by any known human mutation! She is, biologically, already… a new species!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade did not respond immediately. He lifted a glass of water, staring at the faint ripples within, as if gazing at a world about to be disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade’s tone was calm, as if engaged in academic discourse: “Evidence itself is a cold bullet, but firing it directly at a statue only stirs believers to raise fiercer shields. What we must do is not shoot, but… make the sacred statue, under everyone’s gaze, slowly seep black blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down the glass, turned his gaze to Colin Payne, his voice level, a faint smile on his lips—yet the words chilled to the bone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, construct a narrative. Embed these two pieces of evidence into a more human story. Title it: ‘Our Shared Wound: Do All Disasters Originate from the Arrival of the Same ‘Non-Human’?’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne grasped it instantly: “Link the Ark nation’s cloned monster massacres, the fall of Wucheng, even global alien biomass disasters… blur timelines and causality, emphasize only correlation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade snapped his fingers. “Correct. The point isn’t logical argument—it’s emotional implantation. Make people, after reading, see not data, but a cold conclusion: ‘Because she came, the disasters began.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These apes, who seem to have evolved civilized wisdom, still retain the primal animal instinct to follow the herd. Critical thinking and logical deduction are learned by only a few. Most of the masses are foolish sheep. Give them a hint, stir their emotions, and they’ll abandon thought, swept along by feeling into the collective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he couldn’t help smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne swallowed hard, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade continued: “Second, deployment strategy. We use no mainstream media or political channels. That’s too… crude, and easily labeled as enemy propaganda.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne: “Academic leak? Dark web videos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade offered a faint, icy smile: “Softer. Through anonymous sources in the World Science Center and MBA think tanks. There gather the world’s most elite, most stubborn scientific skeptics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Submit the most rigorous genomic data, in the strictest format, anonymously to them. Scientists will pounce like sharks scenting blood. And the process of verification becomes the process of viral spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When a revered scientist, in private, solemnly says, ‘We must reevaluate everything,’ its credibility surpasses any state propaganda.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade rose and paced to a wall covered in world maps, his finger hovering over Shaxia, Ark nation, and the ruins of Wucheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third, synchronize stimulation of all parties’ pain points. Feed them fragments—note, not full reports, but suggestive fragments—precisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the survivors and vengeance-seekers of Diego City in Ark: See, your suffering has its source here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the dissenters and reverers within Shaxia: See, what is it you serve and fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To every nation and group globally feeling stripped of agency in humanity’s survival plan: See, a non-human entity is plotting global rule, deciding who among us may board her ark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To religious fundamentalists: See, proof of a false god or demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne scribbled rapidly, breathing slightly faster: “This will trigger global trust collapse and a tsunami of accusations. She’ll sink into a quagmire of self-defense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade’s lips curled slightly: “Self-defense? No. That’s the ideal scenario. Based on my projection of her current psyche—after Ark’s retaliation, Shaxia’s declaration, and keeping that spy lover like a canary—she’s grown deeply disgusted by human stupidity and fickleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She won’t defend herself. Nor will she retaliate. Her immense self-control and idealized view of humanity are what keep her alive—and the primary reason she suppresses… the fragments.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade turned, his eyes glinting with cold insight into human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must guide her onto the only path left. Or call it coercion. Force her to correct, with more direct, brutal means, the noise and betrayal she sees. Force her to punish the loudest voices, suppress the fiercest doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every punishment and suppression she inflicts on humanity becomes the best proof of this narrative. People will say: ‘See, she truly doesn’t care about human lives. She uses violence to hide the truth. She truly… isn’t one of us.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must apply pressure step by step, shattering her reason and restraint inch by inch, grinding her idealized view of humanity into dust. Force her to sever all ties with humanity! Then, humans will no longer be her companions—they’ll be her food, her flock of sheep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade wore a strange smile: “She will ultimately walk the only path we’ve laid out, returning to her true place! My supreme lord, awaken from your slumber…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne shuddered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade gazed at the rows of ancient books in the library, his eyes alight with fascination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, this is the crystallization of human wisdom. I use their own tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We merely provide the script. Human fear, suspicion, political calculation, and her growing divine arrogance will perform every scene perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our task is only to gently topple the first domino—then watch the tragedy unfold, driven by humanity itself, pushing her irrevocably to the opposite side of mankind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colin Payne slipped away quietly with his mission; the chamber fell silent again, save for the computer screen’s pointer, turning steadily in the gloom like a countdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vade approached an antique nineteenth-century map, standing alone before it, his gaze seeming to pierce through walls, seeing the coming global storm of public opinion—and at its eye, the increasingly lonely figure, drawing ever closer to his final expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered to himself, as if uttering a maxim to a cruel universe:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trust is civilization’s most delicate neck. Once pierced by the fingernails of suspicion, no power can stop the lifeblood from draining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, the fingernails are ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1061,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c5ac1d333c05f27dc57cd131d64c400caf3b76c99bd5155cf4f93b847531df4a","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-223","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-221",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]