[{"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-241":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},2302380,4502,"Chapter 241: The Storm Descends","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-241",241,"\u003Cp>“I believe the disasters Earth has suffered in recent years, and the innocent people sacrificed by cultists of the demonic gods, are already sufficient to answer this question,” Yang Yi replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the A-rank Awakened, Yang Yi announced the meeting would continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agenda had entered the phase of arguing for the base’s closed-loop system; the main screen displayed complex underground base blueprints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience’s attention had just been pulled back to the technical details; the earlier incident seemed buried beneath the surface, leaving only faint ripples lingering in the hearts of some delegates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the host was about to switch to the next chart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zzzt—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing speaker screech suddenly tore through the hall’s silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charts on the main screen and all auxiliary displays twisted instantly, replaced by violently flickering static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a high-definition moving image abruptly filled every display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video’s background defied Earthly ecology: a dark red sky churned with black-gray mist, emerald-green forests that seemed to breathe, colossal plants twisted like internal organs, and of course, various terrifying, grotesque alien creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the frame floated Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore the familiar white shirt and black trousers, but behind her hovered a vortex of distorted light, as if a black hole slowly spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms extended sideways—not a combat stance, but rather a kind of… passive acceptance, or active pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face tilted slightly upward, eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed, forming an expression of extreme complexity—deep soul-piercing agony, as if countless red-hot saws tore through her mind; yet at the same time, her lips twitched uncontrollably upward, betraying a near-ecstatic, addictive shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain and pleasure, two extreme emotions, wove and battled like twisted vines across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the frame lay a hellish scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless alien creatures, grotesque and varied in size, screamed in terror, desperately trying to flee from her, surging like a tide toward the edges of the view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their struggle was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each alien creature seemed to have its life force drained, stripped away in strands or clusters of bright or dim, flowing light-mist—their very essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These streams of light defied physics, flowing against the direction of escape, becoming hundreds of cruelly beautiful rivulets that converged upon the floating Yang Yi and merged into her body, as if absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video played for approximately seven seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The filming angle was professional, conveying a documentary-style cruelty—far from rushed or covertly shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven seconds were enough for everyone in the hall, and every viewer worldwide connected to the live stream, to see every detail: Yang Yi’s face, twisted with self-loathing and addictive euphoria; the “absorption” scene, identical to the demonic god’s harvest of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven seconds later, the footage abruptly cut off; the video ended, and the screens returned to darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell into deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vacuum-like silence, even breathing vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand pairs of eyes froze on the suddenly black screen, then stiffly turned toward the motionless figure on the main stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi sat in her seat, arm suspended mid-air—she had just used her telekinesis to cut the video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the overhead cold white lights, her face was pale, almost translucent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, every human expression on her face—even her usual indifference—vanished entirely, leaving only a hollow, soul-drained blankness. Her pupils dilated, reflecting endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, in streets, squares, homes, every corner with a screen, the silence shattered, replaced by unrestrained screams and shouts, stunned murmurs, and exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information exploded across the network; social platforms instantly overloaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hall, the silence broke with the first uncontrollable gasp, followed by the sound of chairs jerking, papers slipping, low but sharp whispers of “Oh God…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock, horror, confusion, and the primal fear of an unknown, powerful predator spread rapidly across every delegate’s face. The prior reverence and trust in Yang Yi, the obedience born from her forceful counterattack, now trembled under the impact of those seven seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video was too “real”—real enough to transcend ordinary forgery, pointing toward a possibility they refused to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She used nearly all her willpower to rise to her feet. Then she raised her hand and made a decisive downward slash gesture toward the control panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backup power activated; the main screen and all sub-displays flared back to life, forcibly switching to the meeting logo and agenda page, as if the horrifying scene had never occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The signal was hijacked. This is a technical attack,” Yang Yi’s voice rang out, attempting to remain steady, but those in the front row could hear the faint, tightly suppressed tension beneath the smooth tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze did not look at anyone in the audience; it pierced directly toward the technical control zone and security leads at the rear, cold and piercing, exerting tangible pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trace the signal intrusion path. Lock all related data ports. On-site security, immediately secure the technical zone and all suspicious personnel. Intelligence division, connect—I want a preliminary report in ten minutes.” Her orders came one after another, swift, clear, unquestionable—trying to reclaim control through efficient action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally turned her gaze to the audience, sweeping over the faces filled with shock and doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her usually placid face was now taut, but her voice forcibly regained composure, even adding a rare sarcastic remark: “Wade and his behind-the-scenes anti-human remnants have never ceased their slander and attacks on the ‘Civilization Continuity Program’ supervisor. From forged audio recordings to fabricated personal histories, now they’ve escalated to using synthesized fake video, attempting to destabilize the program’s foundation at a critical moment, inciting panic and division.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused: “Their goal is to make us distrust each other, waste precious resources and time on internal strife, until we collapse under our own weight when true crisis strikes. We’ve already released irrefutable evidence of the Divine Punishment Organization guiding public opinion and sacrificing civilians. What you just saw was merely another attack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mention of the Chinese government’s prior exposure of Wade’s crimes caused some in the hall to waver and recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—what wouldn’t the Divine Punishment Organization do? Technically… perhaps forging such a video wasn’t impossible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since Yang Yi now appeared so calm—even if that calm seemed forced—swiftly implementing countermeasures, which resembled the rational response of a victim and leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tense atmosphere showed a faint, almost imperceptible loosening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few delegates closely tied to China whispered among themselves, nodding slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most others fell silent; rationally, they inclined toward believing Yang Yi’s explanation, yet deep within, those seven seconds remained like a rusty nail driven into flesh—removed, but still occasionally throbbing with doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host’s face was ashen. Under Yang Yi’s gaze, he stammered: “Erm… technical malfunction… has been resolved. We… we’ll continue the agenda, regarding… the seventh item, verification of the base’s internal cycle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting was forcibly dragged back onto its predetermined track. Speakers’ voices were dry; listeners’ minds wandered. All eyes kept drifting toward the figure who had just sat back down—or flicking quickly to their personal devices, checking for new explosive updates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi picked up a printed document again, her gaze fixed on it, as if utterly absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those extremely close might have noticed her fingertips, gripping the document’s edge, whitening from excessive pressure; the smooth paper surface bore faint, irreparable creases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her forced calm was a false stillness at the eye of the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew—the storm had already arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While those in the hall forced themselves to focus on the meeting, outside, the severed seven-second video—the “full version,” ending with a clear, blood-red line:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【She, is the Demonic God.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video spread virally, breaching all data blocks, replicating wildly across every dark and bright corner of the internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every click and view dropped another heavier stone into the hearts of billions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was the truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once planted, the seed of doubt grew at unprecedented speed, watered by fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The debate persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a global storm had just pressed the accelerator.\u003C\u002Fp>",1321,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","935871992168245b2b42fce4358a412cb44e7840a33768013c522acbacba230b","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-242","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-240",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]