[{"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-225":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},2302364,4502,"Chapter 225: Purification","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-225",225,"\u003Cp>She slowly lifted her head, gazing solemnly at the crowd gathered before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were certain she wouldn’t kill—reporters shoved microphones into her face, each question brimming with suspicion, malice, self-interest, and hostile intent, all designed to harvest clicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is your opinion on the paper published by MBA Zhiku ? Is your DNA truly identical to that of the alien lifeforms in Diego City?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you even human? Why won’t you release your genetic test report?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you bring the disasters upon Earth? Are you saving humanity only to breed them like livestock and demand worship as a savior?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were those centipede monsters in this city deliberately released by you, to further cement your image as a god among men?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you destroy thirteen military bases in Akka Nation because they uncovered the truth that you are not human?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time, during the apocalypse, did you go to another realm to kill alien lifeforms—or did you go to feast on human lives?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you the demon god? Did you bring these disasters upon Earth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murmurs around her gradually coalesced into a buzzing, nauseating wave of sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind rang with noise; the volcano pent up within her boiled internally, desperate to burst free and erupt without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This volcano had been suppressed for over twenty years, and lately, she had found it harder and harder to hold it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps… let everything fall silent…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought silently, driven by a cold, precise, almost artistic desire for annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now—just one thought, only one thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No blood—that would be too messy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No screams—that would be too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can stretch this second infinitely, freeze every noisy word in their open mouths, lock every malicious gaze in their eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like a master sculptor discarding excess clay, erase them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let these people, along with the city beneath their feet, lose color, lose texture—fade silently from the edges into the finest, most uniform powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not death—erasure of their very existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turn this boiling, ugly, cacophonous city of lowly life into an absolute pure, absolute clean artwork—titled simply: *Purification*…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, Thomas would surely marvel if he saw this artwork I created with my own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps more elegantly: let every person who harbored malice toward me crystallize from within—skin blooming with frost-like, beautiful yet lethal patterns, until each body becomes a translucent, luminous Liuli  statue, refracting brilliant light in the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They will become my estate’s newest ornaments, eternally displaying the exquisite, silent cost of defying the divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that child… ah, a weapon used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can “handle” her alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t harm her—only gently peel away the memory of her polluted “hate,” like unspooling a stained film reel, twisting it into a wisp of dust between my fingers, then blowing it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She will forget everything, granted a pure, blank void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How perfect. How pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the good deed I ought to do—not stand here enduring judgment from a flock of sheep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a shiver raced from her tailbone up to the back of her skull, a tingling chill snapping her back to awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep void, a profound self-loathing, surged into her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can I do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will I do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…I won’t…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this the most laughable, the most tragic part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She holds a brush caked in paint, yet shackles herself with the rule: “Do not soil the canvas.” And they, using humanity’s most brilliant, abstract collective narrative, painted her a beautiful Yuanjing —like a carrot dangled before a donkey—easily kidnapping her ridiculous principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi felt sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized: she despised them—and more than that, she despised herself for still choosing not to destroy them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This restraint is not virtue, not mercy—it is her greatest flaw, her weakest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, flaw! Weakness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get out…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I lose this fragile human form, before I can still convince myself this filth deserves to be endured for some higher reason—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get out of my sight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she did nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only with an excruciatingly slow motion, visible to all, she gently shook the egg off the barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she raised her head—her gaze had returned to calm, but beneath that calm, a slow-turning black vortex stirred in her subconscious, swallowing a little more of the faint glimmer of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and walked away, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly—the residual tremor of something immense and terrible forcibly suppressed within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd parted silently, not out of respect, but from the primal, instinctive terror of facing a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would never know they had just wandered, unawares, along the razor-thin border between life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>",772,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b9579d1199d084858002bfc1802e97a55b28e8323feb2631a9c3dcd108af6325","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-226","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-224",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]