[{"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-23":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},2302162,4502,"Chapter 23","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-23",23,"\u003Cp>The mist within the town grew thicker; she could no longer see anything around her. When she extended her arm, she could not see her own hand. She landed on the ground and looked down, but could not see her own feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything around her wrapped tightly, the suffocating mist clinging to her like countless chains binding her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath her feet lay a patch of grass, dense and lush, unnaturally green—so green it looked painted with green oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi casually stepped on it twice; the glossy green grass writhed like a living thing, its blades rising like knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi narrowed her eyes, and with a thought, the surrounding mist instantly parted as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, clearing a large space. Now she stood as if inside a soap bubble, beyond which stretched endless churning mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried extending her mental force further outward; the mist seemed alive, struggling and stirring, pushing back against her expanding mental field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief struggle, Yang Yi frowned, her impatience rising. A wave of invisible mental force erupted from her like a storm, expanding the soap bubble by over ten meters. The invisible force opposing her vanished without a sound, leaving only the mist still coiling and writhing outside the bubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suffocating sensation of being entangled finally lifted; the surroundings became sharply visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Yang Yi realize she stood on the lawn before a house—a two-story cottage with a sloped roof, its walls bearing fresh white paint, likely applied within the past two months. On either side of the door, climbing roses bloomed in vast clusters of pink-purple flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi recognized these flowers; they had a beautiful name—Blue Rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the town itself, like the flower’s name, was silent, gloomy, and ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked casually into the white house—the door was open—inside, signs of life remained: children’s toys scattered on the floor, a pet mat and an unfinished dog bowl in the corner, a pot of soup simmering in the open kitchen—now spoiled, as if the owner had merely heard a noise outside, turned off the stove to investigate, planning to return and drink the soup, but never came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked through the entire town; every house showed clear signs of recent habitation—as if the residents had simply stepped out for a moment. Only the faint layer of dust in each home proved the townspeople had been gone for some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single person, not a single pet, not even a trace of any living animal remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A profound, deep silence. The mist surged, stirred, and writhed around her, as if a colossal living creature devouring life, and the town merely a part of its belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the sun still hung in the sky, the mist lying like a monstrous beast crouched between heaven and earth, shrouding the town. Inside the town, she saw no sunlight at all—everything was dark and gloomy, like the blackness before a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The townspeople could not have vanished into thin air. Even if something had devoured them, it could not have left not a single trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly every household had its door open. If some emergency had occurred, no one could have exited calmly without locking their door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried following footprints, but the local lifeforms, stimulated by dark matter and unknown forces within the mist, had undergone some form of mutation. The roadside grass had sharp blades; the flowers at the gates bloomed wildly, emitting strange fragrances; vines had crawled onto the paths, obscuring human traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no leads at all. If only she could accidentally awaken Sherlock Holmes’s abilities, Yang Yi sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even fools have simple methods: since no one was here, she could act freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly rose into the air, then closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind spun around her—first a gentle breeze, then stronger, then a gale, gradually forming a storm that whirled wildly around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist was drawn into the storm. At first, the invisible force resisted, but as the storm intensified, it became a violent tornado, tearing and shredding the mist like meat ground in a meat grinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp grass blades trembled and clung desperately to the ground; petals were torn into the air, dancing wildly; vines shuddered and retracted their writhing bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force within the mist probed, resisted, struggled—and retreated…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the mist, inside the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the monitors before the surveillance personnel, green lights flickered. As Yang Yi struggled with the mist, some of the green lights suddenly turned red, flashing frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report to General Barolotti! The mist is moving!” one technician cried out; someone immediately ran to deliver the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With rapid footsteps, General Barolotti and Director Zhou entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s happening?” General Barolotti shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stationed here for over ten days. The mist had always been so still, unresponsive to every test and probe—even explosives fired into it yielded no reaction. Now, just minutes after Yang Yi entered, the mist had changed. He felt both elation and humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dark matter energy within the mist is fluctuating! The magnetic field inside the town has changed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of change? What caused it?” General Barolotti demanded. “Can you detect any life signs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The changes are highly unstable, with massive fluctuations. We can only confirm violent energy turbulence within the town, but cannot determine the cause.” The technician glanced at Director Zhou, hesitated, then added: “I think… it’s connected to the human… Ms. Yang. The magnetic fluctuations here have exceeded the control range of a B-rank Awakened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Barolotti glanced at the solemn Director Zhou, then ordered: “Continue monitoring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General! The mist is active again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The observers outside shouted. General Barolotti and Director Zhou rushed out of the tent—and froze, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, though dense, the mist had moved slowly like ordinary fog. Now, it boiled like scalding water, waves of vapor surging outward, the outer layers expanding relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist that blanketed heaven and earth surged, contracted, and boiled—as if a colossal monster had awakened. Humans before it were like mayflies facing an ancient beast, screaming and scattering in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fall back! Fall back! Evacuate immediately!” General Barolotti shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shocked people snapped to attention. Soldiers began driving back onlookers; staff hurriedly packed equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tornado suddenly erupted above the mist—a swirling vortex of mist, stretching from earth to sky, towering between heaven and earth. The mist enveloping the town was torn apart, sucked in, drawn into the tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby tents were ripped clean off the ground; papers and documents flew wildly through the air. People felt an increasing pull, as if being dragged into the tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget the machines! Grab the vital data and get out!” General Barolotti barked orders: “Clear the onlookers! This area is dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Zhou looked worried, pulled away by Feng Liancheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will Yang Yi be okay?” Director Zhou muttered as he retreated, “If anything happens to her, I’ll be a traitor to the nation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this just a minor thing for her? Don’t you remember how she handled the Fire Demon?” Feng Liancheng said confidently—but as he glanced back at the terrifying phenomenon towering between earth and sky, rivaling a supercell storm, his voice wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sand and stones flew through the air; countless leaves, papers, and trash were sucked toward the tornado’s center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist gradually shattered under the tornado’s force; faint outlines of the town became visible. Before anyone could rejoice, the tornado once again lifted debris and dust, obscuring the town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people, faced with such a terrifying phenomenon, went blank—only escape remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plastic chair flew straight at Feng Liancheng. He barely had time to cover his head when Wei Chang’an, from afar, yanked the air—the chair veered sharply, then was sucked into the tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled past his ears; every word he tried to speak filled his mouth with dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Liancheng, who had never experienced a typhoon, now understood: when wind is strong enough, a person cannot breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yushu and Wei Chang’an return, Feng Liancheng exhaled in relief. The Chinese contingent and Brazilian military personnel took shelter behind a small hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were farther from the town now, but the wind remained fierce, stinging their faces with leaves and dust, blinding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was securing gear. Feng Liancheng edged closer to Wei Chang’an. Wei assumed he was going to thank him—but Feng whispered: “Your ability controls airflow, right? Basic skills include wind blades, vacuum, air compression cannons… and don’t you have tornadoes? Can you make something like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Chang’an glared at him. “I saved you, and now you mock me?! If I could make this, do you think I’d still be B-rank?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he understood, and lowered his voice: “You think Yang Yi made this tornado?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough! Cough!” Director Zhou burst into violent coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two instantly straightened up, pretending nothing had happened, gazing toward the town with appropriately worried expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Masala Town was in ruins. Nearly all wooden houses had collapsed into rubble; trees lay uprooted, flowers and grass withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the mist shattered under the storm, the surroundings grew clear. Yang Yi slowly opened her eyes in the heart of the vortex, gazing toward the town’s rear—a forest. The invisible force had vanished there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure instantly streaked through the air, a faint trail leading toward the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she arrived, her pupils contracted sharply, her heart pounded violently—angry, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses. Corpses everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men, women, elders, middle-aged, youths, children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little girl in a pink Peppa Pig T-shirt lay face-down, wearing a fluffy pink skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked no more than three or four years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All lay as if kneeling in worship—hands stretched forward, foreheads pressed to the ground. Their skin was shriveled, gray-white, like desiccated mummies, as if dead for centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses surrounded the center in concentric layers like onions, and at the center stood a door—no, a fissure, a crack floating inexplicably in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>",1656,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3a99d25336cc753738873404b2701658093b2f05b772c45504edc66bfbe51a65","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-24","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-22",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]