Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 241 The Cleft-Chest Doctor, Surgical Instructions Under the Puppet Technique
They don't want to treat you.

They just wanted to see which part of you could still move.

The door to the ENT department closed slowly with a soft click.

The sound was not loud, even faint—but to everyone's ears, it was like a scalpel falling crisply on a stainless steel tray, announcing an inescapable "moment of cutting."

The door was locked.

It's not a symbolic isolation, but a closed process in a real sense. From this moment on, they are not "visitors," but "patients."

The lights suddenly became brighter.

No longer the soft, cool white of the previous corridor, but a fierce, naked, and unshielded incandescent light—simultaneously illuminating from light tubes on all sides.

The entire consultation room was illuminated, leaving no room for concealment, as if it were not a treatment room, but a cross-sectional view of a patient spread out on a surgical altar.

They were exposed to the light without any preparation.

In the center of the light—the "doctor" statue—he raised his head.

He was tall and hollow, his white doctor's coat reaching his ankles, yet his form was not human.

It wasn't muscle or bone, but rather a body pieced together from finely crafted, smooth, human-shaped wooden panels, resembling a dismembered body assembled on an operating table.

The joints are inlaid with precise metal bone nails, the fitting lines of which are clearly visible, like ritual runes carved along the joints of the statue, which can never be healed.

His face was devoid of skin and flesh, covered only by a "smiling face" painted with red paint—the curves were exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, as if he had never learned "treatment" but was adept at "peeling".

He remained motionless, as if he were merely a decoration.

But the next moment—he moved.

Click, click, click.

The sound came from deep within his spine, like the clicking sound of a drawer sliding open from a misaligned position.

The clicking sounds of a series of mechanisms starting up were like the tolling of an old city bell, ringing out the first "pre-operative preparation" in the dead of night in the ward.

The white robe behind him silently tore open, revealing a complete mechanical arm assembly!
From the shoulders, spine, and lower back to the elbows, rows of high-precision medical robotic arms unfold.

Each mechanical finger, like a snake sealed by a curse, slowly, precisely, and calmly extends, entering "working mode."

Forceps, scalpel, bone saw, suture needle, electric drill, retractor, microscopic probe, chemical polisher...

Each tool is placed into its respective robotic arm with "zero error".

There was no trembling, no hesitation, only "start".

"Pfft."

A syringe is precisely inserted into a wooden hand.

The hand rose, with an "extremely slow but unstoppable" movement, pointing at Lin Wanqing standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Identification complete."

The sound finally rang out, not normal speech, but a mechanically synthesized voice that seemed to have been forcibly "broadcast" after being broken and pieced together tens of thousands of times:

Patient ID: #E-063.

Chief complaint: Difficulty recognizing the presence of respiration; facial recognition analysis is planned.

"Expected disassembly items: left eye, right eye, upper jaw, lower jaw, left ear."

Lin Wanqing's body trembled.

It was as if an invisible cold wind had pierced through her—her face turned pale instantly, and her lips were bloodless.

"It...it's going to dissect me."

Her voice trembled, and her eyes were filled with undisguised fear.

"It's going to tear my...face off..."

"Don't be afraid."

A voice suddenly fell, like a splash of ice water waking one up.

It’s Sima Ming.

Almost immediately after the other party issued the announcement, he stood in front of Lin Wanqing without hesitation, shielding her completely behind him.

The left hand remained close to the body—the ban remained in effect.

He raised his right hand, pulled out a card with a backhand motion, and the movement was as swift as a flashing blade across the gambling table.

“I told you, we’re standing right in front of you, and nobody can touch a hair on your head.”

Snapped!
He twirled the card between his fingers, and the thin metal sheet sliced ​​through the air, striking the floor tiles at an angle and splashing a silvery light.

——【Life-type Low-tier Summoning Black Knight】

Boom!
A dark shadow burst forth from in front of Siming's feet, like a guardian knight moving across a chessboard in the night, slowly rising from the black and white squares.

It was a knight in full black armor, holding a spear, carrying a shield on his left arm, and dragging a tattered battle banner behind him.

His mount was decayed, but his boots still pounded the ground, as if they had traversed countless gladiatorial arenas of sacrifice.

He took a step forward, slammed his shield into the ground, and charged forward without needing any orders!
—

Almost at the same time.

Lynn moved too.

Her action of drawing the card was silent, without any additional chanting.

She raised her hand and ran her thumb along the edge of the card.

——【World System · Low-Tier Spell · Gray Mist Weave】

Snapped!
The space suddenly shrank!

Thick gray fog gushed from her fingertips, like a "spatial curtain" torn open from another dimension, instantly filling the entire consultation room!

It's not ordinary fog; it's a "regular-level occlusion structure."

It causes the space to collapse, the light to become slippery, the temperature to freeze, and the sound to be muted—as if the entire room is briefly compressed into an "abstract folded space".

"It identifies targets based on visual structure!"

Lynn whispered sharply, "If it can't see Wanqing, it can't identify the target to be dismantled!"

The lights in the fog were blurred into intermittent, floating halos. The air pressure dropped sharply, as if the air had been sucked out, leaving only dampness, the smell of disinfectant, and a slight sense of disorientation in the nerve endings.

—

Right in the midst of this mist, the Black Knight emerged!

His every step was like the striking of a bell, his armor clashing, his aura imposing, his shield aimed directly at the "doctor".

The knight wasn't particularly fast, but his movements seemed to be aided by a "weight rule".

With every step, the paving stones cracked and collapsed!
At the same time, the "doctor" began to act.

His "smiling face" seemed to twist slightly.

"Click!"
His chest cavity ruptured!

A series of mechanisms suddenly activated!

More than ten mechanical arms made of metal and wood popped out from behind, like ten curtains being lifted at the same time in a theater!

Each arm holds a medical tool—

Scalpel, electric saw, retractor, suture hook, microscope probe, cold laser beam...

These instruments, originally intended for "treatment," now resembled the weapons of a stage butcher, carrying "precise killing intent disguised as harmlessness," and slashed down at the knight like a storm!
They are not for curing.

They are for "disassembly".

To separate flesh and blood, strip away humanity, erase identity, and break the cycle of defiance—

These are the "cleanup process before restructuring".

The black knight's spear swept across suddenly!
With a heavy, swift arc that cut through the wind, an upward slash sent the three oncoming surgical arms flying!
Steam and sawdust exploded in the air, slicing through the mist like lightning, sending sparks flying!
The sound of metal clashing was like the tolling of bells on a battlefield. The blow knocked back, and the broken clamp arm rolled to the ground like a severed limb.

But then, even more surgical arms suddenly shot out.

Seven or eight attacked from different angles, forming a dense "surgical array" like a spider web, each attack precisely targeting key areas: throat, ribs, waist, and knee tendons.

Everything was precise down to the millimeter, as if the dissection sequence had been pre-programmed.

The black knight had no time to dodge; his left shoulder jolted, and his armor spun—

His body entered a semi-defensive mode with extremely precise mechanical reflexes, and the shield rotated out at an angle.

The chess-like pattern activated on the shield's surface, and the incantation bloomed, blocking the two high-speed rotating bone saws!

Ding--!
Shields and saws clashed, sparks flew from metal, and scorching steam billowed out!

"It's gone mad!" Duan Xingzhou exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the dense array of arms that resembled a python.

"It's no longer judging the target! Its 'diagnostic logic' has collapsed, and it's starting to try to directly decompose the knight model!"

at this time--

The gray wolf made its move!

It is not an ordinary wolf, but a "programmed beast" summoned by [World System: Gray Mist Texture] in the spatial rift.

It was shrouded in mist, like a beastly shadow woven from incantations and data, moving silently between the air and the gray layer.

The next second, he lunged!

Instead of launching a direct attack, the gray wolf used the gray fog as cover and leaped into the air from the right rear of the black knight!
Target—the steam connection pipe on the right shoulder of the doll doctor!
"Click—!"

The sharp teeth sank deep into the junction of the wood and the copper tube, and with a single bite, the tube burst!

A surge of high-temperature steam erupted like a runaway pulse, filling the entire consultation room with scalding mist. The air seemed to ignite as if a scroll had been turned upside down and was burning.
The mist mingled with the aroma of burning, like the burning of an old god's worship.

The puppet doctor emitted a piercing "sizzling" sound, like a divine vessel being forcibly dissected by a blunt knife.

at the same time!

Siming flipped his right hand, and the second card leaped up!
——【Fate System High-Tier Card Item: Elegy of the Fated Gambler】

Pinkish illusory dust exploded from fingertips, swirling and dancing in the air like fine snow or falling cherry blossoms.

This isn't a lethal spell, it's a mental interference field!

The illusory dust pierced through the mist, weaving barriers of distorted consciousness in the space, disrupting the construction logic of friend-foe identification, sensory input, and attack paths.

Under dual interference—

The black knight roared, and his spear flashed like lightning!

The spear pierces straight through the mist—target: the puppet doctor's chest cavity!
"Snap—!!"

The spear tip pierced through the armor, penetrating directly through the "doctor's" white robe and wooden chest cavity!
But what gushed out was neither blood nor black oil.

But -

A gel-like, viscous, foul-smelling "black industrial grease".

It wasn't a liquid; it was some kind of residual energy that had been "stripped of consciousness," like nerve fragments soaked in a surgical reactor.

The air was instantly filled with a putrid, synthetic odor, echoing with the lingering sounds of technical terms that sent chills down one's spine.

The gray wolf didn't stop!

It pounced on the puppet doctor, biting down on the crucial set of tissues in his chest cavity—

"The heart is structured as a core gear."

It was a main power module encased in three layers of inscriptions, with the outer ring embossed with prayers in the style of the Church of the White Night.

The inner circle is the "execution center," and each rotation releases an automatically generated "healing incantation."

The gray wolf snapped its jaws shut!

Click——!
The copper gear clicked three times, the core temperature soared, the steam pressure continued to burst, and even white smoke began to emerge from the doctor's empty eye sockets!
—

"It... hasn't collapsed yet!" Lynn exclaimed, gritting his teeth and grabbing a corner of the clinic.

The puppet doctor trembled all over, and was already covered in cracks.

But it didn't fall.

There was no struggle—yet it began to "echo".

It's not language, it's a torrent of voices!

Dozens of "doctor's announcements," "nurse's prompts," "surgical procedure reports," and "drug mixing instructions" overlapped, forming a series of out-of-control "medical broadcast spells":
"...Patient identification failed..."

"The surgical patient was not marked..."

"Correcting an anomaly - ID: C-071"

"Error not terminated - Error not terminated - Execute liquidation agreement..."

Its gear core throbbed once more, and the black oil boiled!
The startup command started throwing errors like crazy:
"Emergency response mechanism not responding - not responding - not responding."

—

Si Ming's gaze sharpened, and he said in a low voice:
"It's stuck."

“We interrupted its execution logic, and now it is unable to recognize Wanqing’s face or identify new surgical targets.”

He watched as the doctor doll convulsed in place, its blades still whirring and its robotic arms still swaying, but all the programs were "deadlocked".

It's like—

he said softly.

"Like a spell processing machine that is 'eager to kill'."

"But now we are forced to face a blank of 'no command instructions'."

"So it went crazy."

Suddenly, the puppet doctor "moved".

It's not the kind of "movement" driven by joints, but rather an activation response originating from the root of the surgical procedure.

Flames appeared on its surface.

Click.

Starting from the center of the chest cavity, golden runes emerged—resembling a burning "Wheel of Discipline".
The rings flickered, as if some higher-dimensional "light of rules" was beginning to execute the most thorough blockade.

That's not a collapse.

It was self-immolation.

—The self-cleaning mechanism of the procedure was triggered.

Lynn's expression changed drastically, and he almost instinctively took a step back.

"Spontaneous combustion—!" she shouted. "It's initiating a cleanup process! It's going to use its self-cleaning and erasure mechanism!"

"It does not want to retain its incompleteness."

"It wants to—completely erase the records!"

Si Ming's eyes sharpened, and the playing cards in his right hand were instantly sheathed.

"Get out of here!" Lynn shouted again.

boom!
Too late.

The next second, a bright white light appeared on the doll doctor's throat, and the brightness continued to increase!

That wasn't a flame.

It is a kind of energy form that is close to "divine" – a light-type cleaning reaction, with all the characteristics of disinfection, purification, evaporation and formatting, expanding in all directions!

It whispered, as if giving its final words to its operating system:

"Data pollution - destroy currently executing extrinsic parameters..."

"Once again...before the surgery, please...dissect yourself."

boom--! !

It exploded silently.

The entire body disintegrated on the spot, like a spell being completely deleted from the spell library.

There was no bloodshed, no roaring collapse.

It's just light.

Fragments, sawdust, gears, grease, steam, and that snow-white, dawn-like incantation igniting—
They exploded into flying light fragments in the air, like the remnants of a failed divine descent that had been forcibly formatted, perishing in the light.

The gray fog churned violently, and wind pressure burst forth from the clinic.

Everyone quickly evacuated!
The gray wolf finished off, the last one leaping out of the slowly closing door.

There was a bang.

The doors to the ENT department closed automatically behind them.

There was no locking sound, and no violent vibration.

There was only a chillingly quiet "click".

It was as if that room had never existed, as if that surgery... was just "a pre-arranged procedure" that ended as scheduled.

The fog slowly dissipated, and the corridor returned to its original cold white and quiet state.

The five of them stood in the middle of the corridor, their faces pale, their breathing becoming heavy in the silence.

Suddenly, the medical record book in my hand turned on its own.

The soft rustling sound was like an invisible hand slowly turning the pages of a medical record.

Then, stop.

Everyone looked down at the pages in their hands.

show:

[ENT physical examination: Completed]

Current status: Under observation

Please prepare for the next phase of the project; information will be sent out later.

[Current Behavior Restriction: Continue - Do not swing your left hand]

The next phase of the ban will be automatically updated at 02:00.

The air froze once again.

There was no cheering.

There was no joy of victory.

There wasn't even a single "We won".

Only suppressed exhaustion and a deeper, cold, and unsolvable reality remain:

They did not win.

They simply completed a process.

“We…” Duan Xingzhou murmured, “we only passed the ‘inspection’.”

"Just like a real patient."

Lynn gripped the medical record book tightly and whispered:

"They recorded all our reactions."

“Symptoms, stress, reaction speed, surgical procedure selection... I suspect that all our current actions have become ‘raw material for case analysis’.”

"We are being tested."

Si Ming stood quietly among them, gazing at the corridor that stretched out again in the distance.

The light was still cold, the air was still clean, and I heard a low-frequency echo similar to the operation of a ventilator again.

He let out a soft breath and smiled.

"This script by the madman is so realistic."

“What we fear is not death—but the ‘second prohibition’.”

His smile contained neither mockery nor ridicule.

There's only one kind of weariness—from being in a casino for too long.

And a stubbornness that makes one want to overturn the table the lower they are pushed.

He asked in a low voice:

"What will be the next step?"

"Every inspection is a screening process."
Every survival is a report.

(End of this chapter)