[{"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-239":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},2302378,4502,"Chapter 239: Spectators Seeking Entertainment","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-239",239,"\u003Cp>China’s international television network announced to the world that the Arctic base of the Divine Punishment Organization had been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news presented evidence of Vidal and the Divine Punishment Organization’s crimes over the past year: high-definition coordinates and internal schematics of seventeen hidden altars; over three hundred video clips documenting the sacrifice of ordinary people as life-source offerings; and intercepted and decrypted portions of their internal communications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were over a dozen cities whose populations had been sacrificed, some even originally labeled as victims of alien creatures—this news completely tore away the veil, exposing the brutal truth beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fredricity in Canada, San Miguel in Mexico, Orange in Europe…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>India, due to its incompetent government and domestic caste conflicts, had three or four cities sacrificed before the government even took notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heizhou, plagued by chronic poverty, war, and international neglect, suffered the highest number of sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This news report also fully documented the Divine Punishment Organization’s smear campaign against Yang Yi, detailing the entire process of its planning, incitement, and manipulation—including the funding and information chains behind the Diego City protests, fake “expert” accounts on the internet, and infiltration and control of certain religious and capital groups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, came the shocking set of news photographs: a vast, smooth, hemispherical glass-like crater on the Arctic permafrost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official Chinese statement briefly noted that this was one of the Divine Punishment Organization’s major bases, located and destroyed by Yang Yi based on intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online public opinion against Yang Yi temporarily fell silent; her supporters rejoiced universally, sparking hashtags like #WeOweHerAnApology# and #TheDivinePunishmentOrganization’sSlanderOfTheSavior#.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Media outlets that had once loudly questioned her urgently retracted their articles and apologized, or hastily published analyses labeling the Divine Punishment Organization as a “anti-human cult parasitic on human fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In street-corner conversations, accusations labeling Yang Yi as “inhuman” and “dangerous” were swiftly drowned out by voices declaring, “She’s the only one who can fight those real monsters,” and “We were almost blinded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Public opinion is like the wind; the crowd is like grass swept by it—now leaning east, now collapsing west.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late at night, Zhang Qiang slumped in his creaking office chair in his rented apartment, listlessly scrolling through his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daytime noise had faded, leaving only the cold glow of the screen and the occasional sound of cars passing outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day after day of mundane life clung to him like a greasy film, making him constantly seek stimulation to pierce through this dullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers slid unconsciously, skillfully bypassing mainstream social platforms, opening a hidden corner accessible only through a specialized browser—where a more “real,” more “raw” world lurked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark web’s interface was crude and sinister, its information churning like foul foam from a sewer—mixing transactions, secrets, and unspeakable curiosities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He browsed aimlessly when a headline hooked his eye like a barb:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Awkward Past of the God Among Men? Exclusive Secrets, Proceed with Caution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart skipped a beat without reason, then hammered harder against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers moved faster than his thoughts—he clicked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the loading seconds, he held his breath; adrenaline began to surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The webpage displayed an old photo—low resolution, clearly taken covertly—with a gray, cluttered alleyway in the background, piles of debris against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subject was a young girl, sixteen or seventeen, her school uniform faded from washing. She bowed her head, her full face obscured, yet her withdrawn, gloomy aura seemed to spill from the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiang squinted, scrutinizing—the eyebrows, the contours, the tightly pressed lips… it was Yang Yi! The “God Among Men”!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Yang Yi, before she revealed her inhuman power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her stood the back of a shabby young man, wearing a cheap shirt, one hand resting on the wall, posture brimming with insolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely this blurry photo was enough to detonate countless associations in Zhang Qiang’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiang felt a shiver—excitement from uncovering a secret, mixed with a dark, perverse delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savior? God Among Men? So she too had a sordid past, struggling in the mud at the bottom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the photo was an audio link. He clicked it eagerly, yet feared the volume might be too loud—his ear almost pressed against the speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A male voice emerged, clearly voice-modulated, buzzing with static, tone lewd and vulgar, dripping with boastfulness and contempt:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… Yang Yi? That woman who now acts so holy? … Back then… hehe… she was barely eighteen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In that house back home… crying? At first she cried, but not just…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What goddamn God Among Men—back then, when I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…all bones, jutting, hurting…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulgar abuse poured over him like filthy water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiang blushed—not from shame, but from an inexplicable thrill, aroused by forbidden knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing grew heavy; his eyes locked onto the screen, fixed on the bowed head of the teenage Yang Yi, his mind involuntarily overlaying the audio’s descriptions onto the photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s how it was… the lofty, icy “God Among Men” had once been…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a blasphemous pleasure—as if he had unknowingly gained the power to drag a god down from his pedestal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audio cut off abruptly, leaving him agonizingly unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below it was another link labeled “Deep Dive: Memories from an Old Neighbor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a long post, written in crude language with regional dialect traces; the poster claimed to be a neighbor from Yang Yi’s hometown, “couldn’t stand how they’ve elevated her to heaven—time to tell the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The article detailed how the Yang family had abused Yang Yi since childhood, forced her to marry a fool for bride price; her cousin Yang Ze was a lazy thug; and the young Yang Yi was portrayed as “calculating,” “precocious,” and how she had “shamelessly seduced” her cousin to secure meager “support” so she could keep studying…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The post was packed with details—street names and local customs known only to residents—adding convincing authenticity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qiang devoured it, frowning at the described “abuse,” then daydreaming over the “seduction” parts, a smirk curling his lips—contempt mixed with morbid curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it—there’s no such thing as a born saint…” he muttered under his breath, proud of his own “clarity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen’s glow reflected in his eyes, flickering with murky light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he read, he suddenly chuckled twice, smug as a prophet: “I knew she wasn’t that clean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never questioned the source or authenticity of these claims, lost in the thrilling revelation of the “god’s” dark side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, he still felt unsatisfied—he had to share it, discuss it with others, to prolong this excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he moved his fingers, immediately sharing these explosive revelations in several small groups he’d specifically joined, ready to savor the gasps and follow-up questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What impact would this have on the “God Among Men,” who was struggling for humanity’s survival?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did it matter to him? He was merely a spectator who’d found entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark room, only the screen illuminated his excited face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1156,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5a86e7f3e1c71994aa46a59019f63ac86fafcd5e834a6ecbfcb94155dd7d44bb","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-240","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-238",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]