[{"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-88":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},2302227,4502,"Chapter 88: Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>The cavern was extremely deep and black; the deeper she went, the colder and darker it became. Yang Yi looked up at the sky above, where the heavens had shrunk to a tiny glimmer like a firefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around her, darkness swallowed all sight; the air was thick with moisture, and all she heard was the steady rush of water seeping from the cavern walls, flowing downward—no one knew where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air clung to her skin. She hovered midair, neither touching heaven nor earth. Aside from the sound of water, silence reigned—so absolute it felt as if a withered hand might reach out at any moment, or a grinning face might suddenly crash into hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, she had feared the dark, lightning, thunder. Whenever she was alone in darkness, whenever night brought thunder and rain, bizarre, grotesque images would swarm her mind—terrifying scenes flashing relentlessly like an obsessive compulsion, utterly beyond rational control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At such moments, she would feel a dazed sense of regression, as if she had returned to that night hiding inside a concrete pipe, when she was still a frail little girl, suddenly glancing left in terror, then whipping her head right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But life holds too many things to fear—some more terrifying than ghosts. No one will help you without reason. There is no other way but to overcome them, to force yourself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, over the years, she had grown accustomed to this fear. When she accepted it, she even found pleasure in it—a pleasure of self-torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued descending, as if she could fall all the way to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In darkness, without sight, she used her mental force to perceive her surroundings. Mental perception differed from vision; if one must draw an analogy, it resembled a bat using ultrasound to map its environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More reliable, more comprehensive, more detailed than sight—but far less psychologically reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, humans are mammals, accustomed to “seeing” for a sense of certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi halted. Below, dark matter energy and spatial fluctuations mingled, converging like countless rivers, stirring violent, chaotic energy surges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another alternate dimension, she thought calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She plunged downward, into the turbulent mix of energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>%%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How high would ninety thousand corpses piled together be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred meters taller than Mount Heng in the Southern Range, slightly taller than Mount Song in the Central Range, as tall as Mount Tai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long would ninety thousand corpses arranged on the ground stretch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At an average highway speed of 100 km\u002Fh, it would take an hour and a half to drive the entire length of the corpse-strewn road. A champion runner would need to sprint nonstop for a full day and night to cross from one end to the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s only mental image of ninety thousand people was the Beijing Olympics held at the Bird’s Nest, when she had watched the opening ceremony live on TV—the stands packed shoulder to shoulder, dense as a sea of humanity, the Bird’s Nest’s capacity precisely over ninety thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, ninety thousand corpses lay piled before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she had prepared herself, the sight before her sent a chilling dread through her soul, freezing it solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood as if upon a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as if standing within a world made entirely of dead bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses everywhere—left, right, below, far, near, everywhere her eyes could reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They retained the postures they had at the moment of collapse: countless spectators still seated in their stands, faces turned toward the center of the field, eyes vacant, expressions serene, yearning—as if they had just witnessed the most beautiful moment of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby lay an old king with white hair, surrounded by actors still clad in performance costumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their flesh was no longer plump—it was withered, shrunken, a lifeless grayish-blue, like mummies preserved for years in dry conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi stood at the center of the field, surveying all around, feeling as if ninety thousand pairs of eyes were staring at her, silently screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at the sky: two crimson moons hung above, their bloodlike light pouring down, as if even the moonlight carried the stench of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was the altar? she thought coldly. Where was that circular altar, carved all over with patterns?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that ancient stone chair—visible only to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, she shuddered—and the shudder rose from within her like a flame, making her entire body tremble uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vide! Did you do this?” she heard herself shout. Though her whole body shook, her voice remained unnervingly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Who else on Earth would go to such lengths to offer the Master such a magnificent gift?” Vide’s figure flickered, then appeared before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a perfectly tailored three-piece suit, deep brown pinstripes, a silk tie matching his brown-gray hair. He radiated an air of refined trustworthiness, his eyes even tinged with pity—like a priest, benevolent and kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine lines creased his downturned eyes; his dark-brown irises were gentle. Now, he gazed at Yang Yi warmly, as if reuniting with an old friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked nothing like a murderer with over a hundred thousand lives on his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, from another perspective, he was no murderer—he was even a savior brimming with compassion! Yang Yi thought bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, another projection, then?” Yang Yi slowly smiled, but her eyes were black as ink, cold as ice. “What? After last time, you’re afraid to show me your true form?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vide showed no anger; his gaze remained gentle. “Of course. You are the Master’s most beloved favorite, the Chosen of the Divine—merely blinded for now. Even so, you will awaken one day… I dare not face you directly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi said nothing to his words. She turned her head, surveying the surroundings, and asked sarcastically: “Where is your great Master’s altar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Vide’s smile twitched. He shook his head. “You’re too impatient. One day, you’ll regret your recklessness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly believed Yang Yi would one day join his ranks, become a devout worshiper of the otherworldly demon-god, just like him. Thus, her provocation now seemed to him merely pitiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strange attitude startled her. The suppressed rage within her momentarily receded. She forcibly pulled her reason back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When reason is needed, rage serves no purpose—it only ruins things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi studied him carefully. A schizophrenic patient gains from a skilled psychiatrist nothing but treatment, guidance, and control—and she hated being controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cut straight to the point: “Your attitude is different. Last time we parted, you called me a sinner of humanity. Why today…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still searching for the right word when Vide smiled faintly. “I’ll tell you everything. So tell me first—what happened in Wucheng that day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gentle smile was restrained, for only restraint could mask the excitement and fanaticism beneath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you take on that form? How did you survive after being fully invaded by the Zhiniezu ?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1155,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b4dd46750dae51871ef4ec5b1c82ac6488de9879238867b9c1c9c20941752ff6","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-89","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-87",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]