[{"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-90":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},2302229,4502,"Chapter 90","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>'Fool! Just a few days ago you swore you had a human heart! Now you’re shattered by just two sentences—this is your so-called conviction? If you can’t bear being a demon god, just die already and give me your body! Good heavens, to surpass humans and become a god directly? This is… utterly glorious…' It nearly jumped with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi snapped back to awareness, and her numb, icy thoughts stirred slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How will you become this demon god?' Yang Yi murmured. She didn’t know why she asked—perhaps she simply wanted to escape this state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Do as you please! Do whatever you want! I’m already a god—nothing in the entire universe can bind me. I am utterly free!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it controlled the body now, it would surely be dancing wildly with joy—it laughed maniacally, 'This is your true desire too, your deepest longing you dare not admit, the true self you fear! Only I can fulfill your real wish! Hahaha…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interrupted by its outburst, Yang Yi’s thoughts finally returned—like a frozen river in winter slowly thawing, still cold, yet beginning to flow with a steady rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm—if the demon god is it, then that makes sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This idea sparked a revelation—then what about the other presence inside her body? Who was it? Why did it stop the Breeding Clan from uttering the demon god’s name? It feared the demon god’s gaze falling upon this place! It feared the true demon god discovering it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I am certainly not the demon god—and it must have some connection to the demon god, which is why these alien races mistook it for the demon god!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the correct answer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thawing river flowed faster and faster; her thoughts grew clearer, her stiff body regained warmth. She had never felt so grateful—her eyes burned, ached, swelled, and then she realized she was weeping with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was the Breeding Clan,” Yang Yi said to Dai Weisi with a smile, lighter than ever before, “It spoke your master’s name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Where is it?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I killed it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though puzzled by her erratic emotions, Dai Weisi was overjoyed at this news: 'I knew it—we share the same goal!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi gave no reply, shaking her head faintly. 'So many dead. My goal is to kill you—and yet you still think we’re the same kind of person? How strange…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was light. That fleeting thought, though lasting only seconds, felt like enduring decades of turbulent life—draining every ounce of her strength. She was exhausted, too tired to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why am I wasting time here with a butcher?' She seemed to ask herself, preparing to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Weisi smiled sadly: 'Butcher? Yes, now they call me butcher, killer, mad cultist…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he grew agitated, shouting: 'What am I, a butcher? What crime have I committed? If we’re talking about killing, Hitler killed six million, Napoleon six and a half million, and Genghis Khan even two hundred million—but they’re all hailed as heroes and great men!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Every president of Akar Nation has sent millions of soldiers to war, invaded other countries, all to open markets for their behind-the-scenes arms corporations, all for pitch-black oil, all to spread a freedom and democracy they themselves don’t believe in! As long as they wrap it in a beautiful slogan, they kill with clear conscience—what are morality and conscience to them? Just a pretty garment, easily swapped, never taken seriously! They stand above, believing themselves masters of humanity, playing with lives through politics, seeing the masses as worthless insects!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Look closely at their expressions on TV—do their eyes hold conscience? Do they have morality? If you ask them about morality and conscience, they’ll laugh at you! Simply because they hold power, because they control discourse, they kill with legal justification, with righteous fury—and people still admire them, praise them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yang Yi, tell me—for what am I doing this? For Earth’s future! For humanity’s survival! If I succeed, I will be the hero of the new humanity! A great man! Future humans will chant my name day and night; they will forever glorify my deeds in textbooks!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Weisi finally shed his refined facade, his face flushed with passion, his gaze fixed on Yang Yi—bold, fearless, fervent, like a warrior sacrificing for his ideal, a saint enduring torment for his faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Dai Weisi’s impassioned speech, Yang Yi’s weary mind suddenly grasped a truth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the ordinary one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with power far beyond normal humans, even with strength rivaling a god, she could never become such a 'hero.' These 'heroes' see everything in their path as obstacles, human lives as insects. They are fanatical believers in ideals, practitioners of doctrines—but never 'human' themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, on the other hand, was weak-willed, mediocre in character. Without supernatural power, she would forever remain one among the ordinary, dull masses. She respected every person with conscience; she pitied those struggling to survive. Two years ago, seeing a news report of a child with skin burned black in a fire, she felt a pang in her chest and donated half her salary. She saw a mother, unable to afford her child’s toy, standing helplessly with tear-filled eyes—and she too felt her own eyes well up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pitied them, just as she pitied herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even now, she saw no difference between herself and them—she had merely won the lottery, suddenly gained a little extra talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To these great figures, these thoughts might seem laughable. She had absorbed the life sources of over four thousand people—even though she hadn’t killed them herself—and she lay awake nights, tormented. She was bound by morality, tortured by her conscience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Hitler feel even a flicker of regret for starting WWII and slaughtering six million Jews?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Genghis Khan lose his appetite after killing two hundred million?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Dai Weisi lose sleep after killing tens of thousands of innocents?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the presidents of Akar Nation have nightmares from sending millions of their own citizens to die, from invading nations and leaving countless others homeless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they watched international news and saw the Middle Eastern girl, her arms blown off, crying among ruins as she searched for her parents—would they feel even a whisper of sorrow?\u003C\u002Fp>",1035,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","08abf0796cd5ddf15705ba7f21e6f52d3f63705be7de8245906306dc098acfb7","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-91","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-89",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]