[{"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-242":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},2302381,4502,"Chapter 242: The Night Before the Collapse","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>Britain, Timms Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Thomas’s two-story house, the fireplace crackled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the television screen, the live broadcast of the United Nations Interstellar Base Planning Meeting was abruptly interrupted by a seven-second video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yang Yi’s pained yet enraptured face appeared on the screen, Thomas’s paintbrush dropped with a soft *plop*, splashing a small patch of dark red pigment across the aged floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen dissolved into static snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared blankly at the static, as if he could pierce through the screen and see the figure being flayed by millions of eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, beneath a leaden sky, a crow suddenly shot down from a bare branch and slammed without warning into the thick glass window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thud—* A muffled crash; feathers flew, dark blood bloomed across the glass like a grotesque flower, and the crow’s corpse slid down the windowsill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thomas clutched his chest sharply, a piercing pain surging through him, as if something vital had snapped all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first moments after the seven-second video appeared, top global image authentication labs, military intelligence agencies, underground hacker collectives, and tech geniuses all launched frame-by-frame analyses simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supercomputers’ cooling fans emitted high-pitched whines; analysts’ eyes were bloodshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Light source angle and extraterrestrial environmental physical parameters match at 99.8%…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The life-source dispersion trajectory matches that of the British 'Sky Altar' incident…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Facial micro-expressions and muscle movements show no logical discontinuities; physiological signals have a 95% authenticity rate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No digital synthesis, substitution, or rendering traces detected…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reports from disparate institutions all reached identical conclusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like cold verdicts, these reports were quietly delivered to the desks of world leaders or tremulously posted by tech enthusiasts on anonymous forums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After independent cross-verification by multiple agencies… the video content… has not been synthesized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brief, objective technical conclusion was the final straw that crushed all those defending Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear, once an emotional outburst, became a fact stamped and certified by science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last vestige of hope was drained away, leaving only ironclad “truth” and the silence that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Berlin, Xincheng, Tokyo, Mengmai…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dusk, giant screens on city landmarks, public displays on street corners, even the side panels of buses passing through squares, replayed the seven seconds over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark red alien sky, twisted extraterrestrial creatures, Yang Yi suspended in midair, her face twisted with pain and ecstasy, and the myriad threads of life-source mist flowing backward into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, as if gripped by an invisible hand around the neck, tilted their heads upward—initial shock giving way to a more primal emotion: the fear of the predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Posters and slogans once reading “Savior” and “God of Mankind” were brutally trampled underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless twisted graffiti sprayed across walls: “IMPOSTER!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“DEMON!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“DEITY OF EVIL! GET OUT OF EARTH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispered murmurs coalesced into an uneasy roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Global social media trending lists were wiped clean: the top ten were dominated by #SheIsTheDemonGod#, #VideoNotSynthesized#, #YangYiVideoTruth#, #StopCivilizationSurvivalPlan#, #GlobalEmergencyState#…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clicking into one topic revealed AI-generated images: Yang Yi’s face fused with twisted demon totems from ancient texts; behind her burned cities and weeping humans; some even “reconstructed” synthetic footage of her “absorbing” ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These images spread, replicated, and mutated at viral speed, flooding the entire internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rational analysis posts vanished like snowflakes thrown into boiling water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some cried in despair: “The end has come!” “We’re all her sheep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others demanded immediate “execution” or “exile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of pessimism, rage, and fear surged from the internet, gradually seeping into the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akar’s capital, Lenton, Barli, Sko…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In technologically shielded rooms, each nation’s highest decision-makers held emergency meetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Presidents sat in silence, pressing their foreheads; generals argued fiercely, pointing at the screen’s blood-red text “SHE IS THE DEMON”; intelligence chiefs presented classified reports on Yang Yi’s anomalous power growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled, coffee cooled; under the cold glow of screens, every face bore heavy exhaustion and deep-seated dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a luxury apartment, a study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ackerman Tang, head of network security, had just secured the network for the United Nations’ Seventh Interstellar Base Planning Meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was gaunt; he stared intently at a newly popped message on his encrypted phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An anonymous account had again transferred five million euros into his secret account. The memo field was blank—but he knew who it was from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His finger hovered above the “Confirm Receipt” button, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his phone’s surveillance feed: his daughter, weak from chemotherapy, lay asleep on her hospital bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This money could buy the best targeted drugs on Earth. And the sender had promised him a “ticket” away from the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his computer screen, the news feed was paused—Yang Yi’s face on the hearing podium looked lonely and distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’m not wrong... she was always...” He closed his eyes and let his finger drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint electronic beep echoed in the silence like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late night. United Nations Headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Anli Society’s emergency press briefing, the spokesperson faced a sea of microphones and read out a cold statement: “...In light of the serious allegations and crisis of confidence surrounding Yang Yi, the Director-General of the Civilization Survival Plan, and to safeguard humanity’s collective interests and procedural justice, the Anli Society has passed Resolution 1475 by overwhelming majority: effective immediately, all projects, resource allocations, and international cooperation under the Civilization Survival Plan are indefinitely suspended until all doubts are thoroughly clarified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Civilization Survival Plan was officially frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an unknown dimensional rift, within a spatial fold of Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei De sat before a desk seemingly woven from shadows, dozens of holographic screens of varying sizes floating before him, broadcasting real-time reactions from Earth: street-level terror, internet frenzy, secret-room calculations, UN resolutions, personal betrayals…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screens, Yang Yi sat on the main stage, her expression a forced calm. His fingertip brushed lightly across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where his finger passed, data streams rippled like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Wei De’s face, there was no triumph of conspiracy—only deep pity. Beneath that pity lay an uncontrollable obsession with the impending completion of his masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look,” he whispered to himself, his voice echoing in the emptiness, unheard yet as if spoken to the whole world, “this is ‘civilization’… such an exquisite, fragile vessel of glass. Apply a little pressure, scratch a single crack—and it begins to shatter from within, emitting such… beautiful lamentations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze pierced through the screens, as if seeing the solitary figure at the center of the hall being pushed by human hands toward the cliff’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you, my dear experiment, my great master…” His pitying smile deepened, his eyes alight with fervent anticipation, “you are about to shed the final, ill-fitting cocoon called ‘humanity.’ Let us see what glorious thing emerges.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand and tapped an invisible key in the air, like striking the final note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The overture ends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The finale begins.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1891050b9e0e27c816a39090e72c09a6b7516652880e8493b9489cb9be19653c","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-243","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-241",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]