[{"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-28":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},2302167,4502,"Chapter 28: What Did You See?","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-28",28,"\u003Cp>“Let’s go!” Yang Yi broke the silence, jolting the six of them awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are a sinner against humanity! A sinner!” Davies trembled, his eyes filled with grief and despair, “The gods will not forgive us; they will bring the end, and humanity will perish…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi paid no heed to his rambling words, binding him with telekinesis as she walked toward the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their initial shock, Daniel and the other four snapped back to awareness and hurried after Yang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the altar’s mystical allure, the five moved quickly, yet none spoke; their hearts felt heavy, as if weighed down by a dark cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yang Yi walked, she suddenly asked, “What did you hear? What did you see when the altar tempted you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five exchanged glances. Daniel hesitated, then said, “It felt like a prayer—I kept hearing a voice chanting in my mind: …the revelry of the end… the Lord’s descent… the gates of hell opening… chaos, evil, slaughter… the wicked world… heaven… eternal life…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi nodded. She had heard those same voices outside the fissure—not any language, but a mental suggestion, directly implanted into the mind, not through hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silva was the most candid among them; four thousand of his countrymen had died, and he hated Davies with every fiber of his being. Filled with gratitude and awe toward Yang Yi, he quickly replied, “That altar is demonic. Every time I tried to flee, it pulled me back with some kind of magic… It’s just a stone—how does it even work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s mind stirred. She asked again, “What did the altar look like to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Round, bluish-gray, ancient-looking,” Daniel said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen added, “Patterns! Covered in intricate carvings! What a shame—if we could copy those patterns and give them to experts, maybe we could crack the altar’s secret!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, this altar seems to have existed for a thousand years—and yet it still connects…” Jane realized what she’d said and clapped her hand over her mouth, glancing warily at the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Connects to a god? That altar turned four thousand people into mummies—where did the things it sucked away go?” Hamid remained terrified. Rooted in India’s unique religious traditions, he had always revered deities, and the altar had shaken him deeply. He cautiously glanced at Yang Yi’s expression. “What if… what if Davies is right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring their doubts and panic, Yang Yi focused on one thing: Where was the stone chair? Why had no one mentioned the stone chair on the altar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore strange patterns and mysterious symbols, prominently seated at the altar’s center. Any creature with eyes, upon seeing the altar, would see it at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi had to accept a grim truth: If no one mentioned it, then no one saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, it was merely a hollow, round altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that energy—vibrant, alive, making her feel hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So pure, so radiant like a sun, like a gem embedded in the stone chair—no one could miss it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi hesitated in her steps. When she shattered the altar, she had felt no hesitation. Now, unease filled her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew what that energy was: the life source of four thousand people, condensed at the cost of their corpses—the purest essence of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all four thousand were sacrifices, and this life source was a gift to a demon god, why could only she see it? Why did only she feel hunger for it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stone chair—the seat of authority and majesty—why couldn’t they see it? It was right there! Why… why could only she see it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast terror rose within her, far stronger than when she’d heard Asathde’s name. A slimy, icy chill crawled up her skin like leeches; she felt alternating waves of cold and heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feared no gods, no apocalypse—only this: the self she knew had become so alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps grew heavier; the world before her seemed to twist and sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing her mental disturbance, Davies turned his head, staring fixedly at her. Slowly, the vacant, soulless expression on his face twisted into a cold smile. “Oh—” His tone dripped with strange mockery. “You’ve finally realized it. You regret it now.” He spoke in a statement, not a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi ignored his mockery. Her overwhelming unease left no room to care for his attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to ask Davies what the altar looked like to him—but feared the answer most of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You activated this altar. Was there any difference before and after?” She chose her words carefully, adding more explanation to mask her evasion: “Perhaps we can discern whether gods truly exist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not that,” Davies cut her off with a sneer. “That’s not what you want to ask!” His psychologist’s insight pierced her pretense instantly. His eyes widened, his face flushed with excitement, his gaze burning with hope—so intense it made Yang Yi feel she held his fate in her hands. He had lost all composure, desperate: “What did you see on the altar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, tell me what you saw!” Seeing his expression, Yang Yi’s face returned to blank calm, her gaze steady and heavy as she met his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Davies stared at her for a long moment, then closed his eyes, recalling, marveling: “I saw countless life sources coalescing into a radiant orb—the most faithful offering to the god, floating above the altar, shining brilliantly. The god will see our devotion! But,” his tone faltered, heavy with loss and sorrow, “now you’ve destroyed it all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t seen the stone chair either!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi screamed inside: Only I can see that stone chair! No—calm down! Calm yourself! He’ll sense your thoughts—there are two telepaths here. You can’t reveal…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reveal what? Even if others knew she saw the chair, what harm could it do? She couldn’t say—but deep down, she felt she carried a great secret, one that would bring her ruin if exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart hung suspended, unable to land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean that energy?” Yang Yi’s voice was utterly flat as she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You saw it too!” Davies gasped, then his gloomy face lit up with renewed hope. “Only the god’s chosen can see it! I told you—your power is divine. You are closer to the god than any of us! You don’t even need baptism to see the sacrifice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s still hope! The god hasn’t abandoned us!” Davies’s eyes gleamed. If moments ago he had been lifeless, like a dying man, now he burned with fervor, his gaze searing as if it could scorch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped walking, turned around, and dropped to his knees with a thud. Eyes wild, he shouted prayers toward the shattered altar: “Rejoice 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 we shall gain eternal life in His heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prayer echoed in their ears, reverberating in their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi narrowed her eyes and flicked her hand lightly—telekinesis sealed Davies’s mouth. Yet his eyes remained feverish; his prayer never ceased. Even without lips, without voice, he prayed with his throat, his lungs, his brain, his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her haze, Yang Yi saw countless people kneeling, utterly submissive, stretching endlessly like an ocean—only their fanaticism and devotion clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Davies’s figure rippled and vanished. Yang Yi’s telekinesis gripped nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five stared at her, unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Davies gone, the shattered altar stirred. Stones trembled, the ground quaked—as if something would burst forth from the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unbearable hunger surged suddenly, like a truck slamming into Yang Yi. She had no defense. Her knees buckled; her hands clawed desperately at her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had felt this hunger before—not in the stomach, not appetite, but a soul-deep hunger that made her spirit scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a beast writhing inside her body, composed purely of primal, ravenous hunger—bloody, irrational. Her body was its cage—and now, the cage was crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No addict’s withdrawal, no drug craving, could match this sudden hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the earlier hunger was a prelude, this was the final climax, the violent backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To resist it alone drained every ounce of her strength; she collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five stared, panicked, glancing between the altar and the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First Davies vanished, then the altar stirred, now Yang Yi collapsed—this cascade of sudden changes left them helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel rushed to Yang Yi’s side, gripping her arm. He felt her entire body trembling violently: “What’s wrong—” He looked into her eyes and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi lifted her head. Her eyes were blood-red, the pupils pure black—two swirling voids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the trembling altar, sensing an invisible pull calling her forward. If she went, this maddening hunger would cease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! No! Don’t go—it’s a trap! A trap! Yang Yi wrenched her head away, gripping Daniel’s arm as she forced herself upright and staggered toward the fissure. Daniel felt her trembling hand clamp onto him like a vice, nearly crushing his bones—but he said nothing, simply supporting her limp body as they retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the altar, a mass of energy surged through the rubble, floating toward her like a puppy following its master’s scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant it emerged from the broken altar, Yang Yi shuddered violently. She forgot Daniel was supporting her; she plunged forward blindly, dragging him along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, her trembling worsened. She leaned heavily on Daniel, feeling waves of cold and heat sweep over her, the world spinning, twisting, warping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absorb it! Feast on it! Your hunger will vanish instantly! Her soul screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That energy was so pure, so intoxicating—it was the life source, the ultimate delicacy—the blood and lives of four thousand people!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She abruptly halted, fists clenched, body shaking, and from deep in her throat unleashed a muffled roar: “Go—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel was stunned by her hoarse voice—the fury, the hatred, the bone-deep revulsion made him instinctively release his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fissure’s closing!” Silva shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned. The fissure flickered like a faulty screen, wavering as if about to go dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fissure’s unstable! Get out of here!” Jane screamed. Helen, Silva, and Hamid immediately bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stood frozen. Her expression was terrifying—she was suppressing something with immense effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel pushed her. “Run! What are you waiting for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no response, Daniel bent down, hoisted her limp body onto his back, and sprinted toward the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them!” A voice whispered, coaxing: “These five will discover your hunger for the life source—do you know what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what, you cannot let anyone find out this secret!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them, and you can feast on this energy. You’re starving—starving…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat it. No one will notice. Davies is gone. Kill the rest, absorb this energy—it will soothe your hunger and strengthen your awakening power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know everyone outside has given up hope of saving anyone. They all know: enter Mist Town, and you die—except you. No one will suspect you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them. No cost. When you step out, you’re still the superhero, still the ‘good person.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if you absorb it, you’ll truly be the ‘god among men.’ Right now, you’re not even worthy of the title!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absorb it, and you’ll become the most powerful superhuman on Earth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi tensed. Daniel felt the movement on his back and gasped, whispering: “Almost out—hold on! Doctors are waiting outside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure’s edges blurred; the gap narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry! The fissure’s vanishing!” Jane’s voice trembled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hamid was first—he leapt through the fissure. Then Jane and Helen. Silva, injured in the leg, pushed himself to the limit and burst through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Daniel, burdened by Yang Yi, lagged behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure was about to close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me go…” Yang Yi’s voice was hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—we still have a chance!” Daniel panted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were five to six meters from the fissure—within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure flickered violently; its final ripple faded into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were thick with blood-red. She glanced at this man who clung to her so stubbornly—surprise and confusion filled her. In this alien space, severed from the world, amid the unbearable hunger, someone refused to abandon her—she couldn’t help but feel touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that touch, she abandoned resistance. She used telekinesis to hurl Daniel through the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing her momentary relaxation, the life source leapt joyfully into her body.\u003C\u002Fp>",2054,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","626836b0ce584c8690920873de2bd4f66a7d823f2d5d0a169f8fe75fd90eb72a","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-29","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-27",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]