Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 231 The God of Lies, Nine-Tailed Tu Jun

When gods lose their believers

Even its name is fictional.

The shrine square has long been reduced to scorched earth, where the flames of war continue to burn.

Dark clouds surged between heaven and earth, as black as ink, while fox flames weaved and roared among the cursed fires.

The eight fox tails behind Minako danced wildly like divine chains, sweeping, piercing, and lashing.
The flames tore the entire battlefield apart, leaving scorching trails. Runes shattered in mid-air, and space was sliced ​​apart by the flames like paper.

Xiao Lianyin bit her tongue, spitting out a wisp of crimson blood mist, which suddenly transformed into dazzling spiritual light between her fingers.

The wisp of blood mist scorched into the three life-type cards, instantly igniting their sealed cores.

"Awaken—the loyal dog."

[Card: Steel Prison Dual Guns - Granted to He Chengxun]

[Card: Ancient Mirror Touches Evil - Granted to Takenaka Ryoma]

[Card: Dreamlike Gluttony - Granted to Martin Ayres]

She activated three additional cards in one go.

There was no pause.

No regrets.

All for this moment, to completely push them into the "sacrifice of fate".

He Chengxun was the first to react, his arms forcibly covered by the black and gold patterned gun mechanism.

His bones twisted and reforged into metal tracks, his fist bones were like furnaces, his chest roared, and his twin guns poured down like a torrential rain, forcibly suppressing the oncoming fox flames back to their original positions!

Ryoma Takenaka's face began to distort, as if some kind of tentacle-like soul structure was escaping from between his eyebrows and eyes, floating in the air and constantly twisting.

His gaze shifted from that of a calm, book-analyst to that of an interpreter, like a "signal worm" in a neural network, as if he could see the cracks and breaches behind every incantation.

And Martin—

He had long since fallen into a kind of creative frenzy.

The canvas transformed into a summoning array; with each stroke, scorching phantom fire rose from the ground, flames as black as ink and as red as blood.

It's as if he's directly splashing the painting of "burning the world" onto reality!
They are no longer simply human beings.

But it is not a monster.

They are "loyal dog bodies" sacrificed for the purpose of survival.

It was burned to ashes at the command of that "queen".

Siming's lips twitched as he rolled away to dodge the fox tails flailing wildly in the sky and on the ground. The three playing cards in his hand spun rapidly into a shield.
A series of countermeasures—"cutting, poisoning, and delaying"—were launched, but they were still unable to stop the situation from deteriorating.

"Damn it!" he gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't you guys have any real trump cards?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lianyin's figure froze in the cursed fire.

She remained calm and composed, her expression as serene as if she were still standing in front of the dressing mirror in the theater.

In the wind, a wisp of fox flame ignited her long hair, and the flames spread up her hair, but she was completely unaware of it.

She simply turned her head, a cold smile curving her red lips, like a dancer on an altar, her dress draped in death.

"How could it not be?"

"only……"

She tilted her head slightly, glancing sideways at the battlefield.

"This vixen's domain is indeed—annoying."

"My secrets can't be suppressed."

Her tone was light, yet it was as sharp as a needle piercing the heart.

“The pressure of the Six Laws…Young Gambler,” she smiled sweetly, “Could you please take care of this for me?”

Siming rolled his eyes, threw out a playing card to block a sudden fox tail thrust, and roared angrily:

"I can try! But if I really shatter her domain, are you going to take the fall for the Wheel of Fate?!"

"And then there's her Tamamo-no-Mae form, with her intellect-charm, regeneration, and recovery abilities—it's incredibly annoying!"

He cursed under his breath, turning his gaze to the center of the battlefield.

There, Serian and Nobuna were fighting fiercely against the Eight-Tails, their fighting spirit burning brightly.

Selian's claws were wreathed in crimson aura, and her figure moved like a meteor, constantly slashing through the attacking fox flames;
Nobuna wielded her sword with lightning speed, each strike precisely targeting the point where the tails met. Her battle was a sacrifice to break the curse, the rage inherited from the Mishinin.

Their presence acted like pillars, firmly supporting the immense pressure of the entire battlefield.

“Selian…” Si Ming whispered, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Her liberation is not yet ready."

"Don't worry." Xiao Lianyin spoke slowly, her red eyes like mirrors, reflecting the light and flames within. "Leave the main body to me."

The sound was like a drop of ice water falling into the burning sea of ​​curses.

The next moment, she stepped out like a general commanding his troops, and the atmosphere of the entire shrine square changed abruptly!
The wind stopped.

The fire died down.

And the queen who stood at the forefront of the storm finally began her counterattack.

The shrine square has long since been transformed into a battlefield where flames and ashes intertwine.

The eight tails swept across the heavens and earth like divine chains, their fox flames tearing through the air and scorching faith, reason, and even language itself.

The Mantra Wheel Temple floats in mid-air, like a judgment altar that controls destiny. The oppressive feeling is like a collapsing mountain, making everyone feel suffocated.

At this moment, Si Ming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and flipped his wrist.

—The stars of reason, three burning simultaneously!

Starlight appeared, its golden-white radiance like a destiny script being forcibly ignited.

He slowly raised his right hand, lightly touching his brow with his index and middle fingers, and whispered a curse, as if a screenwriter were putting pen to paper, yet it froze the heavens and earth:
"Mystery activated—[The True Lie]."

Time stood still.

The curtain of the stage was lifted, and the performance—finally began.

Si Ming slowly stood up, his body covered in ashes like a narrator awakening from the ashes.

The playing cards remained still between his fingers, and his shadow was elongated by the firelight, appearing in the square like a signature on the first page of a script.

He raised his hand again, his fingertips touching his forehead.

Starlight blazes, and the three stars of reason shine brightly.

That is the blank space left by fate, the divergent sentence written by the narrator himself—

These are lines that the gods did not write.

He opened his eyes, and his dark pupils reflected a thousand different lights, like knives, like torrents, like flashbacks in a story.

The sound slowly rose, initially like a murmur, but in an instant it was like a thunderclap splitting the sky!

She said: "Mortals must kneel in the Kingdom of God."

She said: "You are born believers, destined to be actors in the play of submission."

Si Ming's gaze swept over the crowd, much like a director calmly assessing an impending plot twist:

He Chengxun knelt on the ground, panting, like a reflection on a tattered page;

Liangzhen and Martin groaned, their minds in a daze, like dolls who had wandered into a dream.
Wang Yichen prostrated himself, his fists embedded in the earth, like a narrator whose fate had been cut short.

They weren't enemies; they were... the audience he had drawn into a climax.

He suddenly roared!
"But I ask you—!!"

"Did that 'deity' respond to you?!"

“You weep, you kneel, you beg! But who has ever seen Him bow His head?”

"You live with your lives, yet all you get is silence."

The God of Fate held up a deck of cards, the burning life-marked cards resembling rewritten pages of a script—

"Look carefully!!"

"This is not a gift from God, it's my gamble!"

"It's not a miracle—it's a 'lie' I dared to tell!"

"This is the reality I gambled on myself!!!"

The flames exploded!

He stepped into the core of the field, the storm tore at his robes, yet he stood in the center of the theater like a frozen illustration!
"You say we are believers? No."

“I am the narrator.” “You are the characters whose names have been deleted.”

He pointed to the high-seated false god—Minako, a seemingly heartless divine illusion wearing a fox mask.

"She is not a god."

“She is merely a projection of your ‘fear,’ a ‘comforting illusion’ you concoct when you are weak.”

But I tell you—

What if this so-called 'god' is itself a lie?

The storm trembled, and the mirror shattered!
The structure of faith begins to disintegrate, like a theater curtain being torn open in the opposite direction.

"You are not believers!!"

"You are gamblers, hunters, and rewriters who have stormed into the realm of gods!!!"

"You are not characters in the play—you are the writers who compose it!"

He raised the playing cards in his hand, awakening the will of the crowd who had been suppressed by "fate":

"We are not walking into fate—we are stepping out of the script!"

"You're still kneeling? Then stand up!!!"

"Dedicate your faith to that unbelief within yourself!"

The playing cards suddenly flew into the air!
The domain crumbled! The idol collapsed!
The Mirror Realm collapsed with a roar at the very moment the script ended!

That moment——

Everyone felt a sudden sense of relief!
The "weight of faith" built from 100,000 volumes of scriptures was shattered into ashes in one breath!
Minako's fox-like face cracked, and a fear, the first of its kind for a god, appeared in her eyes:

"You...you severed my faith with lies!?"

Si Ming chuckled softly, flipping the playing cards into his palm. His tone was gentle, as if it were the final narration:
"Yes."

"Because I told a truthful lie."

"You are not the true god, therefore you... are not worthy of having faith."

He stepped into the ruins of the cursed wheel, turned around and roared:

"Now!!"

"Write your names back onto the pages of destiny!!!"

Mirror domain destroyed! System deactivated!
The label of "believer" has been completely stripped away!

At that moment, Siming stood before the broken foundation of the statue, the firelight illuminating his divine yet human-like silhouette.

He spoke softly, as if writing a closing message to the audience:

"I don't believe in God."

"I believe in fate—because fate is a drama I write myself."

Minako's fox face trembled, her eight tails surged, and her voice became almost distorted:

"H-How is this possible...!"

Her rules are built upon a "divine belief structure"!
The God of Fate, using "atheism," completely erased the "divine logic" of the entire system!
"Atheism?"

The whispers of the Thousand-Faced One echoed in Si Ming's mind, carrying a frenzied yet joyful resonance:

"No God? Hahaha—No God!!"

“Siming, Siming... you have provided me with another interesting story.”

"Your lie has been proven true."

Everyone felt a sudden lightness in their bodies!
The invisible chain that had been pressing down on his soul finally shattered with a deafening roar!
"The spell wheel is shattered."

Minako's body swayed slightly, her fox tail lost its balance and trembled gently, as if the towering divine tower she had built had finally cracked.

"You think... by destroying my domain, you can destroy my true form?"

She gritted her teeth and whispered, a chilling anger emanating from her throat.

She raised her hand, and the spiritual patterns on her fingertips lit up, attempting to restart the structure of fate and regain control of the heavens.

Suddenly, a soft laugh rang out in the night breeze.

That laugh was like the murmur of a fox on a night's walk, or the whisper of a lover on the pillow—gentle, yet piercing to the bone.

"Tamamo-mae? Eight-tailed fox?"

Xiao Lianyin slowly walked through the flames.

Her clothes fluttered, her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was covered in traces of fox flame, but her red lips remained alluring.

She walked very slowly, but her steps were so steady that it was as if the whole world was behind her.

"It's really... extremely ugly."

With a flick of her slender finger, she gently touched the space between her eyebrows, and the fourth star of reason was suddenly ignited!
Starlight danced at her fingertips, as if divine wrath had materialized, illuminating the battlefield.

"It's just a little fox with eight tails."

"Tamamo-no-Mae? Why aren't you kneeling down and paying homage to your lord?"

The world fell silent for a moment.

The wind stopped, the fire went out, and all sounds seemed to be gently suppressed by some higher being, as if the battlefield had been sealed with a spell of stagnation.

The next moment, fragrant mist rose from beneath her feet, smooth as clouds and sweet as blood.

The mist, like a curtain, covered the entire area.

—The True Form of the Fox King: The Monarch Makes His Debut.

Amidst the fragrant mist, a demonic figure rose from the blood-red flames.

That was—the real Nine-Tails.

Crimson lotus petals bloomed layer upon layer beneath her feet, and nine tails cascaded out like a galaxy waterfall, swirling and dancing around her body;
A sheer veil, like a cloud, enveloped her slender and graceful figure. In her bewitching eyes, purple light swirled, her allure as vast as the sea, yet it pressed down on one to the point of almost kneeling.

She didn't utter a word, but the moment she appeared, the divine flames before Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly became chaotic!

"you……"

Minako's fox face trembled suddenly, her tail flames reversed, and her eight tails instinctively intertwined with each other, involuntarily taking a half step back!
She had never reacted like that before.

Fear—overflowing from the remnants of divinity, utterly exposed.

My fox name is Tu Long.

The Nine-Tailed Shadow slowly stepped forward, leaving a burning fox mark under the night sky with each step.

"Nine-Tailed Fox Lord".

"Fallen Red Mirror Village - The Bewitching Lineage".

"Descendants of kings".

Xiao Lianyin's voice slowly escaped from the lips of the nine-tailed fox, gentle, elegant, and deadly.

"You are only fit to submit."

The next instant, the Nine-Tails suddenly erupted!

Tu Long's demonic flames swept across the sky as she lunged out, her nine flaming tails resembling nine spears that cleaved the heavens, furiously striking the false god!

Tu Long's body directly confronted the Jade Moss Divine Fire!
Fox tails intertwined, gods and demons clashing!
Crashed!

The entire shrine plaza was instantly engulfed in the tearing and colliding of the two colossal fox-god beasts—

The tail strike swept like a vast army, the spell exploded into a cloud of waves, mirror fragments fell like snow, runes collapsed, and space distorted!

Si Ming frantically dodged while cursing, and a fox tail flying from above his head just barely swept past, blasting sparks all over his head!
He rolled a distance, struggled to his feet, and roared:

"Damn it! Xiao Lianyin—couldn't you have at least—be a little more careful before you started hitting?!"

His response was a soft, mocking laugh.

It was the laughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

It is the king's disregard for ordinary people who play cards.

She was enraged.

Nine tails coiled, sharp as blades, demonic flames blazing in the sky, like divine punishment descending, determined to tear this false god to shreds of illusion!
Flames engulfed the roof of the shrine, and dust billowed through the sky!
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent, with only the two divine offspring clashing in battle!
One is the failed echo of mechanical divinity, the other is the wrath of a monarch emerging from demonic blood!
Flames danced wildly, obscuring the night.

Who is God?
Who will be the ruler?
The battlefield's answer was—

That woman who controls the fire of destiny and wields loyalty as her blade will, in the name of "the descendant of the bewitching lord," sever the dream of a false god!
"Lies overthrow the gods."

The tail flames tore apart the false king.

(End of this chapter)