[{"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-24":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},2302163,4502,"Chapter 24","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-24",24,"\u003Cp>The crack was so striking that the moment Yang Yi saw it, she was utterly captivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It emitted a chilling allure, as if beyond the crack lay her destiny, her true homeland, the pursuit of her entire life; this world was so repulsive, so disappointing, so dull and empty, not worth lingering in—return, return behind the crack, only there could you find true peace, true stillness, only there could your perpetually restless heart attain eternal fulfillment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack called to her, and she could not help but slowly approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible suction radiated around the crack, making her skin tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smelled a vibrant vitality, tasted an intangible power filling her body, skin, bones, muscles; she heard faint chanting entering her eardrums, wild yet orderly, singing an unknown hymn, a sacred song; someone had prepared a carefully crafted gift for her, waiting only for her to open it, taste it, appreciate it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she was about to step into the crack, a voice long absent from her mind suddenly spoke: ‘So, have you decided?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi suddenly snapped back to awareness, realizing one foot was already lifted, the crack mere inches before her nose; invisible forces warped space, blurring her vision so she could not see what lay within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With great effort, she rejected the overwhelming allure and slowly drew her foot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did she feel the uneven ground beneath her; she looked down and saw the hand of a five- to six-year-old boy, kneeling with arms outstretched, his face wearing an expression of serene calm utterly unfitting his age—as if merely kneeling here was already the greatest honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s heart leapt; she stepped back involuntarily, her back nearly pressing against the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked around: hundreds of corpses knelt facing her, as if paying homage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint voice repeated, prayed endlessly: ‘Celebrate in the apocalypse! We shall welcome the Lord’s descent! The gates of hell open, chaos, evil, slaughter pour forth—the Lord rescues His faithful from this wicked world, and in His heaven, we shall gain eternal life…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath halted; her body turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sealed her ears with mental force, but the prayer was not sound—it was invisible spiritual pollution, directly invading her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with her ears covered, countless voices still whispered incessantly in her ears: ‘Lord, forgive my sins, forgive Your children…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices grew louder, swelling into a roar—as if thousands were praying to her, their desires, pains, fears, pride, envy, rage, greed, brutality, lust—all the negative emotions humanity could feel—forming a torrent that washed through her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brain became like tofu tossed into a blender, shredded in an instant. Yang Yi clutched her head and bent over in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop praying! Stop confessing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to scream, but her mind was shattered, too chaotic to form rational thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her consciousness fully scattered, an inexplicable impulse drove her to speak; she murmured: ‘Yes, I forgive you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All voices ceased instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi slowly stood, gazing again at the hundreds of kneeling corpses, her heart now only empty and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips moved slightly; her hands trembled as she clenched them tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why?’ she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered. Only the gray-white mist reformed, slowly covering the gruesome scene on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist clustered around her, trapping her before the crack; she could no longer see the corpses beneath her feet, yet this brought no comfort—she felt countless hands reaching out from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That withered little hand before her toes should have been soft, clutching toys or snacks—not shriveled to skin stretched over bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a deep breath, turned, and stepped without hesitation into the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She prepared fully, wrapping her entire body in mental force, even cutting off air, readying herself for any attack, any horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what she saw still shook her deeply, followed by boundless rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything beyond the crack was dark and gloomy; in the distance, black, rotting trees stretched their gnarled branches desperately toward the gray sky, the dead earth beneath them radiating an ominous aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a jagged, lifeless plain stood a circular altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the altar lay countless human corpses, piled everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the hundreds of corpses outside were horrifying enough, the thousands here generated a shock and terror so immense it filled the heart with dread, confusion, and absurdity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were stacked like sacrificial cattle and sheep; if death outside had been orderly, here it was madness, intoxication, saturated with a grotesque, frenzied zeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every corpse wore an expression as if they had seen life’s greatest desire, happiest vision, ultimate dream, most loyal faith—they lay prostrate, crushed together, arms outstretched, necks tilted upward, eyes wide, faces rapt with fanaticism, still clawing forward in their final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were aged, hair withered, bodies shriveled like desiccated zombies in a desert, as if every trace of vitality had been drained by some presence. Yet their faces bore satisfied smiles—as if offering themselves to that presence was the greatest honor life could bestow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pressed against each other, thousands of arms stretched outward, like tombstones rising from a mass grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of death struck Yang Yi like a bullet; her heart clenched, her blood turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What drove people to frenzy even at the cost of their lives was a circular altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar had been deliberately cleaned, yet still reeked of age. It appeared small, yet felt impossibly grand—no statues, only a heavy stone chair with a high back and armrests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chair was carved with strange patterns and bizarre symbols; staring at them for long made one dizzy and nauseous, yet when recalled, not a single pattern or glyph could be remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, Yang Yi seemed to see an invisible deity seated upon the chair, towering above, gazing down upon mortals, seeing through to the deepest corners of their hearts—loneliness, rage, helplessness, inferiority, envy, and every vile desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Him, every person was stripped bare, as naked as a newborn infant. At first, they felt shame, humiliation, remorse—then, without warning, they erupted in ecstatic joy, filled with profound happiness and fulfillment, as if absolved, granted entry to paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All human emotions, even vitality, flowed as invisible threads into the chair, making it seem ever more mysterious and majestic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s expression slowly changed—from rage to serenity, then to joy, gradually revealing a mad longing; she moved forward unconsciously, stepping over the piled corpses until she reached the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw it: a sphere of purest energy hovered above the chair, composed of the most refined life force. The moment she saw it, an overwhelming hunger surged within her—sudden, violent, so intense her knees buckled, nearly collapsing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not hunger from an empty stomach—it was a soul-deep, spiritual starvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant she succumbed to hunger, the sphere of pure energy sensed her, radiating an even more intoxicating fragrance—indescribable, yet enough to strip Yang Yi of all reason in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat it, and this soul-crushing hunger will vanish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to abandon reason, pounce like a beast on a lamb, and devour the energy with savage ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her last shred of reason teetered on collapse; one foot hesitated to retreat, the other stubbornly advanced, her body twisted into a grotesque posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out unconsciously, hands trembling, to touch the altar, to touch the energy that would free her from hunger, to touch what her heart truly desired…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yang Yi, don’t touch the altar…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint voice reached her ears, jolting Yang Yi awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tore a thread of reason from her mind and turned—five figures lay at the far edge of the altar, unlike the others: all corpses faced the altar, but these five faced the crack, struggling desperately to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they seemed drained of all strength, crawling inch by inch. Sometimes one would lapse into sudden fanaticism, turning back toward the altar—only to be slapped awake by a companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one calling to her now was a familiar face: Yang Yi had reviewed his file before arriving—Daniel Davies, A-rank electricity-controlling Awakened from Ark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi looked at the others; their faces matched their files exactly: Helen Baker, C-rank temperature-controlling Awakened from Ark; Hamid Ansari, B-rank earth-controlling Awakened from India; Jane York, B-rank mental Awakened from Canada; and Gab Silva, the first to enter the Mist Town and vanish without trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t approach the altar—it drains life force! Get close and you’ll be turned into a dried corpse…’ Daniel Davies shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was utterly exhausted; seeing Gab Silva once again lost in rapture, he struck him hard across his swollen face—once more snapping him awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi summoned every ounce of willpower she had ever possessed to suppress the hunger, forcing herself to turn away from the energy on the chair, and walked toward the five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five watched her approach, steady steps, expressions stunned—even their own rapture had dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yang Yi stood before them, Helen Baker dared not believe: ‘You’re unaffected by the altar?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, I’m holding back,’ Yang Yi replied flatly; no one noticed the desperate craving she fought inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the five exhausted people, Yang Yi asked: ‘What happened here?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Take us out—this place is dangerous!’ Daniel Davies grabbed Yang Yi’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Clap-clap-clap-clap’—sharp, crisp applause echoed through the silent otherworld, raising goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded from the distant gloomy forest; the five tensed, staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by the applause, a man slowly stepped from the black forest, wearing a sincere smile: ‘I truly admire your courage and strength—to resist the Lord’s altar for so long.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade Davies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Yang Yi, his smile polite and gentlemanly: ‘Miss Yang, since our last meeting at the United Nations, we haven’t seen each other in a while. I’ve been thinking of you, Miss Yang!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi said nothing; her will surged, and an invisible force slammed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1644,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","45e51e4a44eec2ba093633935c1f906751d2b1736359d686a93b64e032db65a3","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-25","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-23",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]