[{"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-226":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},2302365,4502,"Chapter 226: You Are a Monster","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>Yang Yi returned from a world filled with accusations and the stench of rotten eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter was too cold, Lingshu Villa was too large, and the ten-meter-high dome of Xingqiong Main Hall was too high…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face showed no expression as she walked slowly down the long corridor; the entire space trembled at a low frequency within her unconscious energy field, and the expensive artworks lining the walls hummed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She entered the reception hall; Chris was not playing games but watching the news—the screen showed her face, the very moment when countless reporters had maliciously shoved microphones into her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stopped in her tracks; a wave of nausea rose from deep within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris saw her and immediately turned off the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose from the sofa and hurried toward her, his eyes filled with the one thing she despised most—pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you looking at me like that? You think I’ll be deeply shaken? That these fools will hurt me?” Yang Yi smiled, but her voice was icy, taut to the breaking point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang Yi.” Chris called her name, undeterred by her coldness, stepping closer. He stopped before her, looking down, his gaze tracing inch by inch from her hair strands to the corner of her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression remained indifferent, a wooden mask rigidly fixed to her face—she had worn it so long it had fused with her skin, merging with flesh and bone, as if it could never be peeled away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Do you pity me? Feel sorry for me? Or… are you judging me? Afraid of me?” Yang Yi reached out and pinched his chin, “Let me look into your eyes… those charming sapphire eyes, brimming with such deep emotion… Just like this—acting beautifully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand clamped his jaw, cold as ice, raising a thousand goosebumps across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s say I’m acting,” Chris said gently, taking her hand and pressing it to his face, “Can I hold you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Aren’t you afraid of me?” Yang Yi’s smile was strange, her voice a whisper, “Do you know why I refused the genetic test? Because… what they said is true—I’m… a monster…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris said nothing, only cupped her face and kissed her without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi froze, then shoved him away with telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Truly impressive acting,” Yang Yi narrowed her eyes, studying his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang Yi, you really are a monster!” Chris suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s eyelid twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long have you worn that mask? How much longer do you plan to wear it? Until you’re buried in your grave?” Chris sneered, “Using this magnificent villa? This icy tomb? Using public opinion and attacks to bury the last human part of yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why won’t you admit you can be hurt? Why won’t you admit you can suffer? Why do you curl up like a hedgehog whenever attacked, stabbing anyone who tries to get close?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Suffer?” Yang Yi’s gaze went momentarily vacant, as if the word had pierced some hidden wound she herself had never noticed, “What do you know about suffering…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished speaking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hollow sensation from deep within her marrow and soul’s fissures seized her—a primal, all-consuming hunger surged forth, slamming her to her knees; she staggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the depths of her consciousness, an ancient presence laughed softly—a sound only she could hear, yet it sent a piercing alarm shrieking through her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, it felt as if ten thousand red-hot iron rods twisted through her nerves and organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All her forced indifference and coldness shattered; her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground without warning, fingers clawing desperately at the smooth, icy floor, her nails cracking and leaving vivid crimson streaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang Yi?!” Chris’s anger turned to shock; he instinctively moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t come near me!” she rasped, her voice twisted by agony, her bones beneath the skin writhing with a sickening, grating sound—as if countless living things struggled within her flesh to burst free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her spine arched unnaturally; her shoulder blades stretched her skin transparent, revealing inhuman bone contours. Capillaries ruptured across her pale skin, oozing fine beads of blood that rapidly stained her white clothing crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was twisting, deforming, melting, disintegrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the lofty savior of humanity, she collapsed into a grotesque, wretched monster, writhing in the agony of unbearable “hunger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris stood frozen, pupils constricted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen her power, her coldness—but never this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the news was true… and what she said… was true too…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath this human skin, there truly was a monster…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered her occasional vacant gaze, the primal fear he sometimes felt when facing her—as if confronting a primordial beast—and the faint, chilling aura of the inhuman that occasionally clung to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer to all of it was this horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi curled up, trying to use her last strength to suppress the mutation, forcing every moan of pain back into her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from her bitten lips, mingling with bodily fluids seeping from her twisted joints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her deepest fear had become reality—not defeat, but exposure in the most grotesque, shameful form before the one person she still wanted… perhaps still cared about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw… he saw this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Should she kill him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, footsteps approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fleeing—coming closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris knelt down without hesitation, opened his arms, and pulled the trembling, bleeding, dangerously inhuman mass into his embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes were instantly soaked through with her blood; she felt the fierce, warm throb of his heartbeat beneath his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Let go… you’ll… die…” she tried to warn, her voice shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up,” Chris’s voice trembled—but not from fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms tightened further, as if trying to press her back together with his own flesh and bone from the horror of disintegration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what you’ve hidden all along… this is the ‘cost,’ isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tears fell onto her twisted neck, burning with shocking heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hate you…” he choked out, incoherent yet each word hammering into her fading consciousness, “but damn it… seeing this… I’d rather you sneer at me forever, stay cold forever… than see you become this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, lips pressed against her blood-caked ear, pouring every ounce of strength into the one line never written in any “script,” yet utterly real in this moment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what you are… monster, god, or a patchwork of fragments… I’m here. If it hurts, hold on to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taut string holding her form together snapped—*snap*—at those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not collapse—but total surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it acting? Had his performance reached the point of suppressing primal fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Let it be acting… I’m so tired… so tired…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ceased her futile suppression, pressing her deformed, bleeding face into his warm neck hollow, her nails digging deep into his back like a drowning woman clutching driftwood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inhuman trembling merged with human warmth; extreme ugliness and extreme tenderness paradoxically coexisted at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her consciousness sank into the abyss of darkness and hunger, her final, blurred perception was: an embrace… is stronger than any power she had ever controlled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and… more terrifying…\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0abe2584cfb5018ae22ecb81edb6badd5660c97fc593f410668c13ffe142aa7e","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-227","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-225",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]