[{"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-240":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},2302379,4502,"Chapter 240","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-240",240,"\u003Cp>Just over ten days before the Xia Nation’s Lunar New Year, the “Seed Project” was live-streamed globally for the first time; the fifth batch of engineering facilities boarded a transport vessel and passed through a spatial “gate” to Red Moon Star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a milestone in humanity’s journey toward the starry sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the live stream, a gate suddenly opened in midair—one side Earth, the other an alien world beneath twin red moons, their light spilling over a deliberately chosen flat plain like blood, radiating an ominous aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To dispel public fear of the red moons, the Xia Nation officially named the planet Red Moon Star and launched special reports explaining why it appeared red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly a billion years ago, an asteroid rich in a certain rare earth element collided with one of its moons; its dust, under the gravitational influence of the other moon, evenly coated both lunar surfaces, causing the twin red moons to have shrouded the planet for eons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless transport vessels carried engineering supplies from Earth toward another star system in the cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fifth base of Red Moon Star, silver mushroom-shaped ecological pods rose swiftly from the black ground under robotic arms, exuding a cold, vast beauty of technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Civilization Continuity Plan was, after all, a human endeavor, and this livestream reached global audiences across multiple internet platforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a prominent Western internet platform, a foreign-owned service’s livestream initially featured normal comments celebrating humanity’s first step beyond the Solar System and the establishment of a human base in another star system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But gradually, discordant voices emerged; the comment section flooded with more and more of Yang Yi’s “past.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, isolated “concerns” appeared: “Was Yang’s family especially poor when she was a child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard people from her hometown have complicated opinions about her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has anyone seen that abortion form?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, meticulously edited and censored evidence screenshots poured in continuously: a photo of a yellowed edge, allegedly a high school transcript, with a red circle highlighting “chronic absenteeism”; several unverified “interviews with Yang Town residents” implying she was “antisocial, eccentric, and had tense family relations”; most damning was a termination-of-pregnancy record, crudely formatted but bearing a blurred hospital seal, the patient’s name clearly reading “Yang Yi,” with the date falling during her high school years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, international internet hashtags #YangYiPast and #TheOtherSideOfTheGodOfMankind surged to the top of trending lists across all platforms at viral speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless accounts masquerading as “rational discussion” or “protecting the hero’s privacy and reputation” began “concernedly” asking: “If these are true, did she once succumb to despair?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could such a past affect her judgment of humanity’s future?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have we entrusted civilization to someone filled with inner trauma and shadows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flood of comments was gradually overtaken by this “care,” drowning out ordinary voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These “concerns” about Yang Yi’s past were like countless hands reaching from darkness, trying to drag Yang Yi—exhausting herself for humanity’s future—back into the filthiest mire of human life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attempting to strip away all her divinity and achievements, reducing her to merely a “woman,” open to arbitrary judgment, pity, and scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the control center, Feng Liancheng, face ashen, shut down the public comment interface of one international platform; he looked at the screen where Yang Yi stood beside the gate, stabilizing it so transport vessels could pass smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was calm; she knew nothing of the gossip about her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Liancheng dialed Director Zhou’s number: “Director, those foreign platforms must be regulated… I think it’s best for now not to let her know about this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a members-only tea house on Beijing’s First Ring Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighting was adjusted to a soft golden hue, softening the bleakness of early winter outside. The air carried a faint pine scent and a whisper of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan sat in a wide sofa, spine straight but not rigid. He wore a well-tailored dark gray cashmere turtleneck and casual pants, no tie, a simple mechanical watch on his wrist—his entire presence clean, gentle, like polished jade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a cup of hot tea Yang Yi had pushed toward him, fingertips sensing the warmth of the white porcelain, his gaze fixed on the person across from him—restrained, like that of someone meeting after a long separation, his eyes deep with unspoken complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi sat in a single armchair opposite him, posture far more relaxed than when facing the public or subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today she wore a simple beige high-neck cashmere sweater and black trousers, a few strands of hair falling beside her cheeks, her usually flat expression softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tian Xinhan, the barrier of icy distance around her seemed to thin, revealing the contours of “Yang Yi” as a real person—and faintly, perhaps, the shadow of the timid little girl who once trailed behind him years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinhan-ge,” she spoke first, voice softer than in public, less cold and hard, yet not the shy, halting girl of memory—instead, a quiet calm, “I didn’t expect you’d come. Has your father’s leg healed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “Healed. He can walk now. He heard you liked the apples from the tree in the courtyard, so he bought a new one from the orchard.” He paused, tone tinged with nostalgia, “You used to love picking up fallen apple blossoms. I’d offer to break you a branch, and you’d refuse, saying it would stop the tree from bearing fruit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s lips twitched faintly—a ghost of a smile, never fully formed, dissolving into deeper stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, something like that…,” she lowered her gaze to the steam rising from her teacup, “Many childhood memories have faded slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lowered lashes cast a small shadow along the cup’s rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan sensed she was trying to create a casual, nostalgic atmosphere—but that very effort carried deliberate distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was no longer the quiet, timid girl. Time, experience, especially the crushing burden on her shoulders—enough to break all of humanity—had reshaped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan’s fingers on his knee curled slightly, suppressing the turbulent emotions rising within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t come today merely to reminisce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yi,” he switched to a more intimate address, voice deeper, cautious like a lawyer presenting key evidence, “I came not only to see you, but also to tell you something… I feel I must say it face to face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi lifted her eyes, calm and steady on his face, waiting patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to sense that small talk was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan took a deep breath, pulled a plain silver data disc—unmarked—from the side pocket of his briefcase, and placed it gently on the cherrywood table between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disc’s cold sheen clashed with the room’s warm ambiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately… online, there have been some… extremely vicious rumors about you.” Tian Xinhan chose his words carefully, striving for objectivity and professionalism, not the voice of a brother consumed by rage, “Not just text—there’s also… a video. Source unknown, but spreading rapidly. The content…” He paused, throat bobbing as if swallowing something foul, “It concerns… some old events from your time in Yang Town. Extremely private. And… deeply humiliating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze slightly, watching Yang Yi’s reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression barely changed; only her previously relaxed shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly. The thin warmth from their reminiscence vanished like mist scattered by cold wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Video?” Yang Yi’s voice held no inflection, her gaze steady on the data disc. “Fine. I’ll watch it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan’s heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected anger, shame, collapse—even denial or avoidance—but never this… chilling calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This calm felt alien. Even… unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl who used to cry silently with red eyes after her cousins tore her homework, who hid in corners after being bullied—now seemed like a memory from another lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he immediately recalled all she had endured since—awakening, alien lifeforms, saving humanity from an SSS-level apocalypse, bearing global expectations and betrayal, the pressure of civilization-level survival… experiences that would crush any ordinary person to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp pang of grief instantly overpowered that alien unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t becoming cold—she had simply had to armor herself, layer upon layer of an unbreakable rational shell, harder than diamond, just to survive, just to keep moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yi,” his voice unconsciously softened, protective, “I know this is hard to face, but we must act quickly. This content could severely damage your personal image and the public trust in your Civilization Continuity Plan. I’ve already contacted trusted media and cybersecurity contacts—we can…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, watch the content,” Yang Yi interrupted, voice still level, but with absolute finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out, picked up the data disc, fingers steady, not trembling at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inserted it into her portable terminal, opened the video. A harsh voice blared out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know?” The video showed Yang Ze, eyes bloodshot, grinning drunkenly, shamelessly boastful, “I once—had the God of Mankind. Long before she became famous… heh, back then it wasn’t worth mentioning. She was skinny, like an undeveloped girl—no chest, no ass, stiff as a board in bed, zero charm. I’ve had plenty of girls, all better built, all louder in bed. I’d almost forgotten her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But after she became the God of Mankind, I remembered—do you know what a sense of pride I felt in that moment? This woman, the world’s most admired, the strongest person alive, once lay beneath me. She screamed in pain on my bed… she… covered the sheets in blood… heh… Only I could make her bleed. No other man could… ha ha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And she volunteered… Don’t think she’s glorious now—back then, she groveled before me. To avoid marrying that idiot, to keep studying, I promised her: if she let me have her, I’d stop my family from forcing her into that marriage, let her keep going to school…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That stupid girl, the God of Mankind—back then, she was completely under my control… She even secretly bought birth control pills. Almost got caught by her school… That bitch, that whore—now she won’t even admit me? I should’ve killed her back then, killed her right on the bed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish I could tell the whole world: this arrogant bitch was mine. This goddess, worshipped by all, was fucked by me, Yang Ze… Do you know how much glory that is for a man? How great the temptation?… Every time I imagine the world whispering about it, looking at me differently, I feel like I’m floating—better than fucking, better than any high…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his face turned pale: “But I dare not… Everyone online says she’s got some stupid ‘no-killing rule.’ But I don’t believe it. She’s just putting on a show for others… If I say anything, if I drop even a hint, she’ll kill me! She’ll kill me! Because I once—had her, because my family treated her badly, she’ll take revenge… She said she’d kill me, torture me, use the cruelest torture on earth, make rats crawl into my belly button…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly panicked, trembling, scrambling to find a corner to hide in…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I dare not... everyone online is talking about some ridiculous no-kill principle she supposedly established, but I don’t believe it for a second—she’s just putting on an act, putting on a show for others... if I speak up, if I let slip even a hint of information, she’ll kill me! She’ll kill me! Because I once—hurt her, because our family treated her badly, she’ll surely seek revenge... she said she would kill me, that she would torture me, with the most cruel torture in all the world, that she would slice me into a thousand pieces, make rats burrow into my navel...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Ze’s voice echoed abruptly in the quiet tea room. Tian Xinhan’s face grew grim; he couldn’t help glancing at Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face, lit by the cold winter light outside, appeared icy porcelain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first second the video played, she returned to her usual blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shock. No anger. No shame. No pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing. Only hollow calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fixed on the screen, pupils reflecting rapidly shifting light—but her gaze was unfocused, as if piercing through the filthy images and sounds to some distant, empty place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan could only infer her state from subtle physical cues—her breathing remained unchanged, steady; her posture unaltered, as if she’d sat there for millennia; only her jawline tightened slightly, like a drawn bowstring held just at the edge of snapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video lasted only minutes, but Tian Xinhan felt it stretched like a century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched her, his heart clenched by an invisible hand, tightening, tightening. He remembered her as a child, hiding after being bullied by cousins, silently wiping tears, stubbornly silent; remembered her eyes, filled with fragile hope, as she saw him off to university…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this woman, facing the vilest attack without so much as a fluttering eyelash—strangeness and grief twisted into bitter sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video ended. The screen went dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi remained motionless, silent for roughly ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her, his heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand, tightening more and more. He remembered how, as a child, when bullied by her cousins, she would hide away and silently wipe away tears, stubbornly refusing to make a sound; he remembered the quiet, cautious hope in her eyes when she saw him off to university...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at Tian Xinhan. No emotional outburst. She simply picked up her phone and began dialing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First call: to the head of the Xia Nation’s Cybersecurity and Informatization Committee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice clear, icy, purely official: “I am Yang Yi. Implement the highest-level block and trace-delete on all text, images, and audio related to ‘Yang Town,’ ‘old video,’ ‘privacy,’ including derivatives and metaphors. All domestic platforms must clear them within twenty-four hours. Related accounts permanently banned and referred to Anquan Bureau for deep investigation. Priority: highest. Now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explanation. No negotiation. Only ironclad command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not look at Tian Xinhan, nor did she release any emotional outburst—she simply picked up her phone again and began making calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second call: to the General Bureau’s Intelligence Analysis Center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Yang Yi. Activate ‘Deep Web Hunt.’ Trace the origin, transmission nodes, funding chains, and associated offline personnel behind all personal defamation targeting me. Continue investigating remnants of the Divine Punishment organization and overseas media conglomerates. Deploy all necessary authorizations, including non-public surveillance data and Awakened sensing assistance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within seventy-two hours, I require a preliminary traceability report and at least three actionable coordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, no extra words. Instructions precise and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third call: to Director Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone softened slightly, yet retained a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Zhou, it’s me. Under the Civilization Continuity Emergency Act, I need you to coordinate with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and International Cooperation Department to issue formal diplomatic notes to all nations and observer states participating in the Continuity Plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused slightly, as if choosing words: “The core message: During the Civilization Continuity mission, designated humanity’s highest priority, any nation, organization, or individual who deliberately fabricates or disseminates false information targeting the core leadership or key personnel of the plan, conducts personal attacks, incites social division, or interferes with the plan’s progress, shall be formally defined as ‘Crime Against Civilization Continuity Security,’ equivalent to treason against humanity’s collective interests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no extra words; the instructions were clear and precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third call went to Director Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone softened slightly, yet still carried a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Zhou, it’s me. Under the Emergency Law for Civilizational Continuity, I require you to coordinate with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Department of International Cooperation to immediately issue formal diplomatic notes to all nations and observer states participating in the Continuity Plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused briefly, as if organizing her phrasing: “The core message of the note: During the period when Civilizational Continuity is humanity’s highest-priority mission, any act by a nation, organization, or individual to deliberately fabricate or disseminate false information targeting the plan’s core leadership and key personnel, launch personal attacks, incite social division, or disrupt the plan’s normal progress shall be formally defined as ‘Crime Against Civilizational Continuity Security,’ equivalent to treason against humanity’s collective interests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her voice by a degree, yet it became more piercing: “For any nation that fails to effectively curb the spread of such behavior within its jurisdiction, or whose official institutions or major media are found to be directly involved, the General Headquarters of the Civilization Continuity Program reserves the right to implement countermeasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Including but not limited to: downgrading the nation’s resource allocation tier, freezing its technology-sharing licenses, and applying negative weightings in future evaluations of its interstellar YM quotas. The diplomatic note must be firm, and the stance must be absolutely clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want the draft and the push schedule before you leave today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three calls, totaling less than five minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ending the communication, Yang Yi let her wrist drop and leaned back against the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally turned to Tian Xinhan; her face still showed no expression, but the thin layer of ice that had slightly melted during their nostalgic chat had now fully reformed—thicker than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan had witnessed it all; his heart felt as if swept by a silent tsunami.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His initial shock stemmed from the thunderous force of her response—and its coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a person defending her own reputation; this was a commander crushing a rebellion—precise, efficient, leaving no room for mercy, even willing to deploy state machinery and international deterrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timid, sensitive little Yi he once knew seemed truly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately following was a deeper sense of estrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suppressed her personal pain instantly, issuing administrative orders and strategic countermeasures through pure reason. This ability to enter absolute rationality under extreme emotional CJ had completely surpassed his understanding of what a “normal person” could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the storm within him quieted slightly, a complex, almost bitter sense of relief quietly rose in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer hid away, as she had as a child, to consume herself with pain, letting fear and shame gnaw at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had learned to strike back—so fierce, so total a retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had built high walls, taken up weapons, shielding herself completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this protection was so absolute, so… inhuman—still, she would no longer be easily wounded as she once had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had grown up—in a way he could never have foreseen, could never understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grown into a being capable of standing firm amid the dual strangulation of a cruel universe and treacherous hearts, and delivering a crushing blow…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Xinhan fell silent for a long time—so long that the light outside the window had shifted another degree. At last, he spoke, his voice dry yet tinged with the relief of letting go:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… handled it well.” He paused, his gaze complex on her face, then added: “At least, no one can hurt you so easily anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in Yang Yi’s eyes flickered—so faintly it might have been an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her now-lukewarm teacup and took a small sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” She answered with only that one word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tea was cold. The time for reminiscing was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the world remained riddled with danger. And the woman across from Tian Xinhan was no longer merely the neighbor girl he once remembered needing protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Chief Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief architect of the Civilization Continuity Program.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solitary sword-wielder, gradually shedding her mortal shell, moving toward an unknown form…\u003C\u002Fp>",3238,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b2909fce77ed2beced77948c825299a34a2ca3bdabd12087675a352ac2a119ba","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-241","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-239",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]