[{"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-244":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},2302383,4502,"Chapter 244: Judging the Savior (Part 1)","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-244",244,"\u003Cp>One day later, the United Nations Assembly Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artificial daylight poured from the dome above, illuminating thousands of seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear and doubt hung in the air; the entire hall fell into collective silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stood at the center of the chamber, on a transparent podium specially erected for her, half a meter above ground level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The platform was just large enough for one person to stand, surrounded by nothing—she was utterly exposed under the focused gaze of all. Delegates, media, and observers encircled it in a ring, as if putting her on trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lectern, no chair, no water bottle—only her solitary figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was isolated, displayed, scrutinized—like a rare specimen under bright lights in a museum, or a prisoner awaiting final judgment in court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a simple dark formal suit, her long hair tightly bound at the back, her face expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her chest she wore a palm-sized device, glowing with a dull metallic sheen—the “Monitoring and Coordination Unit” the highest technical department of Xia Country had “recommended” she wear. Officially, it was to monitor her physical condition under pressure and provide “necessary support.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could clearly sense every energy pulse within its precise components, like cold manacles pressed against the spot closest to her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The delegates—those who had once publicly or privately shown her support, awe, or calculation—now deliberately avoided her gaze. They lowered their heads to scan blank documents, stared at handheld devices, or stared blankly ahead into empty space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No whispering, only unanimous avoidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless cameras aimed at her from every angle, lenses like dark gun muzzles magnifying every subtle shift in her expression and broadcasting it to billions of screens worldwide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the podium, UN Secretary Andrew Wild cleared his throat loudly; his voice echoed through the silent hall via the speakers, formulaic in tone, attempting neutrality but betraying tension:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ms. Yang Yi, based on Resolution 1476 of the Anli Society and the international consensus expressing grave concern over your personal conduct and your role as Supervisor of the Civilization Continuity Program, this special hearing is convened to provide you an opportunity to publicly state your position and clarify doubts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please respond to the following core questions: First, regarding the specific process by which you alone entered and ultimately closed the spatial passage during the last SSS-class alien invasion—particularly the energy source and mechanism—please provide a detailed, verifiable account.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on her island-like podium, her gaze slowly swept across the circular sea of humanity’s highest symbols of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces—blurred yet sharp—filled with caution, suspicion, fear, and perhaps a hidden, quiet hope to see her struggle to defend herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast sense of absurdity surged over her like a tide, drowning her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How ironic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time she sat here, it was over a year ago. Back then, she had sat trembling and lost in the audience, listening as the UN Chairman announced the dawn of a new era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once stood here, showing them the cruelty of the cosmos, demanding they abandon their squabbles and unite for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had endured questioning and attacks here, countering with data and evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she stood here again, because a lie she had spun to reassure them was about to be exposed—and the lie was exposed precisely by the very actions she had taken to save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt like watching a grand yet absurd puppet show, herself the most visible puppet on stage, pulled by countless invisible strings, performing the farce of “Judging the Savior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppeteers: the cultist Davies, the politicians of every nation, the fearful masses, and even… herself—the one who had once tried to believe in humanity, yet ultimately learned to deceive and conceal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered the psychologist possessed by the cultist—the real Davies. Had he felt the same way when he stood in this same UN courtroom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An uneasy murmur stirred in the assembly hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delegates exchanged glances; the media section rustled with faint agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prolonged silence in a trial is often interpreted as guilt or weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cameras locked tighter on her, capturing every inch of stillness on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi finally moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head slightly, as if waking from a long, bizarre dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, very slowly, the corners of her mouth lifted into a curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It held no warmth, no joy, no irony—only a kind of… involuntary, mechanical twitch, rising from the deepest subconscious, the most instinctive yet hollow reaction to this absurd spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This smile appeared on her face—always devoid of expression—broadcast live globally, appearing grotesque, even chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If…” her voice finally came, quiet, almost detached, calm as if floating outside herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I truly were the ‘demon god’ you fear…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why, over these years since I ‘awakened’ my power, has human civilization—this fragile, barely-there colony on the cosmic scale—continued to survive, even… begun its first tentative steps toward interstellar expansion, thanks to the solutions and aid I provided?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was flat, as if stating an objective fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I truly were the ‘demon god’ whose purpose is to harvest civilizations and consume life…” her gaze settled on the faces of delegates from the top nations granted the most slots in the “Seed Program,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I expend such immense effort to promote interstellar migration? Why would I deliberately scatter my ‘food’ to distant corners, increasing the difficulty and cost of my own consumption? Does that follow the most basic logic of a predator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, some shifted uneasily in their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I truly were the ‘demon god’ who sees humanity as sheep…” her voice rose slightly, her eyes lifting toward the dome, as if piercing through the architecture to see the vast, indifferent stars beyond, “why would I care whether human civilization survives at all? Why would I care about human history, culture, art—useless burdens to a predator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were truly that demon god, I would simply force humanity to breed relentlessly, like livestock in a pen, endlessly supplying me with life energy. Why… would I devise complicated plans to preserve even a sliver of civilization’s future?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze fell upon the podium, upon the tense faces of the delegates around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I truly were the omnipotent ‘demon god’ you imagine…” she raised her hand, fingertips lightly touching the cold inhibitor on her chest—the metal and nail made a faint, crisp sound—“why would I wear this ridiculous device, stand here like a prisoner awaiting judgment, and let you judge me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her hand. The strange smile had vanished; her face returned to stillness, her gaze slowly sweeping the entire hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These questions… may be more worth pondering than dissecting a video whose authenticity can never be proven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall sank into absolute silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless eyes still fixed on her—but within those gazes, beyond the original fear and suspicion, a new element emerged: confusion, doubt, and a dazed uncertainty about how to answer the questions she had just posed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1163,"2026-06-20T07:52:48.802Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cc45bcc62f5ca53af87b4941514fdab583d1223a37164504eea2c559fca66a6c","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-245","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-243",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]