[{"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-224":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},2302363,4502,"Chapter 224: An Egg","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-224",224,"\u003Cp>When Yang Yi was at Lingshu Biyuan, she had already felt this tide coming from every corner of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tide was uniform, swift, and rhythmic, one wave following another, forming a massive tsunami within days and continuously growing stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed the undercurrents surging within Xia’s decision-making elite, watched as domestic public opinion, under the infiltration of foreign networks, shifted from fierce opposition to hollow rebuttals—from “external forces are dismantling our leadership,” and “sowing discord between Yang Yi and us,” to “we must trust her,” “she is not a monster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi also sensed the ambiguity in Xia’s official stance during this war of public opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, during a meeting on the future planning of human civilization, someone asked: “Consultant Yang, recent public opinion has caused unnecessary trouble internationally—could we consider arranging a press conference for you to clarify these claims?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw in their eyes not pure awe anymore, but doubts nurtured by external public opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proposal was immediately rejected by the leadership, but this rejection planted even deeper suspicion in the hearts of those present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, this invisible, viscous pressure spread like spores through the air, pressing in from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she opened the “Gate” to assist with transportation projects for Blood Moon Star and Sand Star, when everyone avoided direct eye contact and shifted uncomfortably in their chairs during meetings, when she returned to Lingshu Biyuan and encountered those well-trained staff members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their attitude toward her remained impeccable, but something had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not neglect, but an excessive caution, an overzealous “political correctness,” as if every second of contact with her was a high-risk operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes she caught fleeting glances—not curiosity or admiration, but the instinctive wariness one feels toward an unpredictable natural phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the United Nations requested her to go to a European country to handle an A-class disaster; when she emerged from underground after eliminating the alien creature, what greeted her was not welcome or gratitude, but an egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The egg exploded against her telekinetic barrier, yellow-white slime mixed with shattered shell slowly dripping down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The egg had been thrown by a little girl, pushed to the front of the crowd, still holding up her frail little hand, golden hair glinting brilliantly in the sunlight, her childish face filled with rage as she screamed at Yang Yi: “Demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd watched Yang Yi’s reaction with excitement, fear, and suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telekinesis was Yang Yi’s mental force; the taste of the egg did not pass through her taste buds—it flooded her mind directly, every delicate nerve sensing its cheap, fishy stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not block this sensation or smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s accusation rang clear and sharp as a blade; the surrounding murmurs instantly sharpened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did she really bring this…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why else would monsters appear the moment she shows up…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She still won’t release her DNA test results…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even the last apocalypse was her doing, wasn’t it…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“False god! She’s a demon disguised as a deity!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A monster wearing human skin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at her—so terrifying…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time stretched infinitely for her; every voice echoed like a persistent, buzzing reverberation, looping endlessly in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold stickiness of the egg’s slime slithered up her spine like a venomous snake, snapping the last thread named “restraint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi lowered her head, staring at the filth, then slowly raised it again, her gaze sweeping over the little girl pushed to the front—frightened eyes filled with implanted hatred—then over the faces around her, filled with suspicion or fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thread inside her, named “reason” and “morality,” under prolonged pressure, finally shattered with a piercing, unbearable snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what they are.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I calm the storm, and they complain the sun is too bright; I move the boulder crushing them, and they curse the dust staining their clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kill the monsters, and they say I am the monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I give them a future, and they use all their wit to hurl a rotten egg at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a clever weapon this egg is—condensing all your courage, all your “resistance”—cheap, filthy, useless except as symbolic insult, perfectly suited to you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at you… look at these faces!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do I see?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not souls, but clusters of conditioned neural bundles!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not thoughts, but single-celled organisms reacting blindly to instinct!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouts “She’s disaster,” and you nod; someone pushes a child forward, and you feel you’ve claimed moral high ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your anger is rented, your sympathy is scripted, your independent thought… ha! What even is that? I can almost “hear” the implanted phrases echoing hollowly in your brains, like broken bellows wheezing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi looked down at her feet; in the collapsed fissures beneath her lay a vast mass of alien corpses, their hundreds of legs writhing like centipedes. These creatures had devoured nearly ten thousand people in this city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did I kill these aliens? Why did I save them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they could call me “demon” now? So they could throw rotten eggs at me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly clenched her fist, only this could suppress the ever-boiling fire in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her inner monologue began as a faint tremor, then rolled faster and faster in her mind until it became a silent roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calmness? Restraint?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For you, I acted like a fool—with the fingers of a god, I played your childish games, obeyed your rules, swallowed your schemes, all for that pathetic, tiny hope… of not being misunderstood! For that faint, idealized image of you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She almost asked herself strangely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should I endure this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should I stand here, letting your stupidity and malice cling to me like this stinking egg slime?!\u003C\u002Fp>",934,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","666f25784b4ab24bfeb0a04db63f39df4222d29c2805ebc5cb5cefb4c481791e","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-225","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-223",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]