Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 298 Above the Star Calamity: The Divine Lord's Pen Descends
God is not crazy.
Instead, they went mad before you did.
To understand the absurdity of this world.

The wind stopped.

It wasn't because a certain spell was activated, nor was it because the World Domain froze the air pressure layer.

The air itself fell silent as she approached.

That quiet was not oppressive.

Rather, it was an expectation akin to a divine revelation.

Like a city full of listeners, waiting for a final song that was not announced but was destined to end.

Ruoli's footsteps echoed without a sound. But with each step she took, an imperceptible crack quietly appeared in the divine structure of Madman Thirteen.

That wasn't an attack.

That was a change of authority—a silent takeover of lower-level dominance by a higher-level will.

It's as if the author has returned, revising the footnotes in his own manuscript.

She walked to the front of the seven-man formation.

Si Ming lowered his head, breathing heavily, his chest still frothing with blood as it opened and closed.

He forced himself to sit up and glanced at her.

Ruoli neither bent down nor helped her up, nor offered any words of comfort.

She just smiled.

That smile was a response more powerful than a thousand words.

"You have a good pen."

"But after this—I'm going to use Star Calamity to change the ending."

Crazy Thirteen's throat trembled slightly, his voice low and hoarse, yet unable to conceal his shock:
"you……"

"You...are you standing on it too?"

Ruoli turned her head and looked at his incompletely reconstructed divine bone wings.

She did not answer.

He simply raised one hand, palm open.

Three cards silently slipped from her fingers and hovered around her.

The first one—

The supreme being under the Dark Mother Goddess of the Life System
No. 8 "Taiyin Muhuang · Youhua Zun".

The card surface glowed with a dark purple light, like a blood-red moon tide slowly unfolding, accompanied by dim ripples as starlight swept by, deep and solemn.

The second one—

Advanced Life System: "Insects Embrace the Throne - All Touches Return to Their Nest".

The shadow of a nest appeared, and the ground beneath her feet quickly transformed into translucent veins, with spiderweb-like insect patterns spreading out. Thousands of insects whispered in the void, as if announcing the name of an ancient throne.

The third one—

World-type advanced "Gathering of Intent Dream Nest: Reincarnation of One Heart".

A dream nest, like a field composed of brain nerves, unfolded behind her, a star map spreading like neurons, and a network of wills slowly rose into the air, as if constructing an entire underworld of consciousness.

Crazy Thirteen's pupils slowly contracted, and after a moment he closed his eyes, as if he were identifying a breath, or as if he were sensing some kind of pulse that shouldn't belong to this world.

He murmured:
"This...taste..."

“You are a Cataclysmic Outcast—and a deeper one at that.”

Ruoli chuckled softly, her voice like a feather falling into a deep well, silent yet penetrating to the very core of everyone's being.

"I'm here to teach you what it means to be extraordinary."

She said softly:
"let's start."

The voice fell softly like a dream, but the star map—could be heard.

Ruoli raised her right hand, her fingertips tracing across the void of the destiny chart.

One.

Two.

Three.

The stars of reason ignited one after another, not burning, but blooming.

This is not about sacrificing reason.

It is the "prologue" of a new world, shaped by reason, fueled by the fire of sacrifice, and irrigated with the power of a celestial catastrophe.

—

As the fourth star ignited, a faint light appeared on Ruoli's right arm—neither energy channels nor blood.

It was the light trail of insect eggs.

It was as if her blood had long since become a nutrient pool for the insect hive, and her entire physical body had been transformed into a breeding ground for alien divinity.

The fifth and sixth stars are ignited.

Her hair began to float gently, the ends of her hair became transparent, and tiny tendrils grew from the roots, swaying gently in the air like tendrils.

The seventh and eighth ones.

It wasn't Starwing behind her.

Instead, it was a "black iris" interwoven with insect wings and moonlight, which, with each flap, created sonic booms in the space.

—

Seven people glanced at them.

Hermann's Adam's apple tightened, and his voice became almost inaudible:

"This is... beyond the Star Calamity?"

Natasha's fingertips trembled slightly as she slowly closed the last magazine, her voice filled with undeniable fear:
"She...is no longer human."

—

Ninth and tenth stars.

The swarm of insects quietly emerged from between Ruoli's fingers and spread into the spatial rift.

They don't bite, climb, or make noise.

Just wandering around quietly.

It was as if they hadn't come to attack, but rather to listen.

Whom should we listen to? We should listen to her.

She doesn't need to issue numbers.

They had already submitted.

—

The eleventh and twelfth stars.

The destiny chart was completely burned out.

There was no thunder.

There was no burst of light.

There was only an overwhelming, silent chorus of insects, like countless insects turning over deep underground, breathing collectively in the still night.

Ruoli slowly closed her eyes and exhaled.

A slight smile played on her lips as an insect's claw lifted the earring hanging from her ear, suspending it in mid-air for a moment before gently setting it down.

At that moment, all the insects knelt down on one knee before her.

—

Madman Thirteen growled, his voice trembling:
"You...have abandoned all reason?"

Ruoli opened her eyes.

That is no longer an eye.

That was—a composite pupil made up of hundreds of billions of insect pupils, slowly rotating beneath the Destiny Chart!
"Do not."

"I am the celestial disaster—helping me write poetry."

—

She turned to look at the seven people, her voice gentle yet authoritative:
"Alright—it's time for you to take a break from your fight."

"Next—I'll teach this 'screenwriter' what it means to..."

Her lips curled slightly, and her tone suddenly changed:
“Take the insect and write his lines.”

She gently raised her hand.

The entire insect hive instantly hummed softly!
That wasn't a sound wave, but a low-frequency echo of a collective consciousness being synchronously awakened.

The dream nest unfolded beneath her feet, and the links of her thoughts formed a web. The swarm of insects surged like a tide, like countless prayers from a dream, gathering into form from the subconscious.

Ruoli's lips curled slightly, her gaze calm:
"The Cataclysm is not the Fall."

"The Star Calamity is the whisper of the Mother."

"bring it on."

"Let me use the Starscalding as my throat and whisper the swarm's resonance to show you."

Madman Thirteen roared, expanding his domain and activating the second sequence of the Life Seed Altar core.

The earth trembled, and layers of mysterious structures were forcibly bounced out from the ground beneath the plaza. This was not a summoning, but a rebound of the copying authority.

He no longer constructs new existences, but instead "devours" the battlefield, using the replication of old wounds as weapons and structural chaos as tactics.

But Ruoli—don't panic.

Her steps were slow, yet rhythmic, as if she were stepping into an invisible theater, warming up the beat for a character destined to speak.

She gently raised her hand once again.

The first card—Youhua Zun—slowly emerged from the void, radiating a purple halo like the tide of the moon.

The crimson glow converged into a semi-transparent womb-like shell, rising from the ground like a blood-red moon palace slowly unfolding under the moon.

[Mysterious Activation: Taiyin Mother Empress - Youhua Zun]

Life-related enhancement modifier: Netherworld Realm
The air temperature dropped sharply.

The swarm of insects began to draw lines of blurry runes on the ground. These were not commands, nor summoning spells, but rather fragments of consciousness "written" by Ruoli's body.

Insects write language; their bodies are words and incantations.

She used her body itself to outline the logical structure of the celestial calamity.

—

She turned slightly to face the seven people.

The sound was soft, like the chalk marks left when a blackboard is pushed open in a classroom:
"Everyone."

"Now, it's time for a demonstration during break."

Today's topic is: 'Planetary Calamity, How to Use It.'

—

She stretched out her hands, slowly forming a mudra with her ten fingers, starlight swirling at her fingertips, and veins faintly visible.

"first."

"When you burn out all twelve stars, reason will cease."

"You will enter a state of 'self-distrust'."

She smiled gently, the corners of her lips slightly upturned:

That's not a failure.

"That's the opening act of the battle."

—

Her body jolted.

The card art for "Insect Embracing the Throne" unfolds fully from behind.

The starlight of the myriad touches returning to their nests traced nerve-like trajectories around her, while the phantom of the Insect Emperor descended from mid-air, crawling and casting four domain corner pillars at the four corners of the plaza.

The swarm of insects spread out from the edge of the territory like a carpet, not so much as an attack, but more like environmental construction.

[Extraordinary Skill: Insect Soul Battle Theory - First Stage]

Effect: The swarm invades the enemy's summoning structure logic, dismantling the creation support sequence.

Crazy Thirteen gritted his teeth, and the light chains that formed the structure of his body began to break, causing the secret skeleton structure to disintegrate one after another.

—

Ruoli's voice remains unchanged, and the rhythm is still as precise as a thread:
“Every time a card like this is used, the ‘Star Calamity’ will decrease by one point.”

"The more celestial disasters you have, the less you can control."

"So we must—make use of the 'planetary disaster'."

She turned her head to look at Si Ming, a serene mockery in her eyes:
"Aren't you very good at writing endings?"

"Remember—the calamity is the deepest breath before you 'put down your pen'."

—

She slowly walked towards the heart of the battlefield, her body leaning slightly forward. Like a singer taking a breath before opening their mouth, all the insects vibrated in unison at an imperceptible frequency.

She didn't speak, but the swarm of insects had already begun weaving on its own.

They hover in the air, crawl on the ground, and draw pictures in the wind.

It is not a technique, but a biological array formed by consensus.

It is not sustained by magic, but by the self-sustaining structure of collective consciousness.

Ruoli uttered a sentence:
"Gathering Ideas Dream Nest - Begins".

Above the battlefield, as if covered by a transparent mist, a "web of thought" woven from her spirit quietly unfolded.

At this moment, what everyone receives is no longer language, sound, or images.

Yes—it was her idea itself.

—

She whispered:
"My next strike will be insane."

"You...don't come near me."

Natasha frowned, her right hand instinctively tightening its grip on the magazine:
"Are you still able to stay conscious?"

Ruoli turned around, a slight smile playing on her lips:
"The celestial disaster is a love letter that my body wrote to the gods."

"Of course I'll read it to him."

—

The square fell silent once again.

Madman Thirteen did not move. He stood on the altar of life seeds, waiting, judging, and trying to decompose the "end" released by Ruoli.

But he waited too long.

Ruoli did not sing.

He didn't raise his hand.

She simply—slowly—tucked a slightly disheveled strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear.

—

At that moment, her body seemed to begin to liquefy, trembling slightly in the air, as if pulled by invisible rules, sliding down with the tide of dreams.

The ground swelled as if it were breathing.

The phantom of the insects surrounding the throne was like molten metal, flowing and spreading beneath her feet, slowly expanding in all directions, and finally enveloping the entire battlefield.

—

The swarm of insects quietly emerged from all directions and the intersecting gaps between dimensions.

They are not a group of insects.

They are a will.

A "she" who was conceived by a celestial catastrophe, and who was personally written about, nurtured, and named by her.

"The End - The Heart of the Insect Sea".

She whispered.

Madman Thirteen's pupils dilated violently, and his voice broke:
"What……"

Ruoli tilted her head back, a faint smile appearing on her face, as if the reader had turned to the last page:

"It is the 'poetic eye' that I wrote for this mad drama for you."

boom! ! !
The earth was lifted up!
It wasn't the impact of an energy explosion, nor the dissipation after a spell's energy gathering; rather, it was—a swarm of insects, violently tearing through all structures from the depths of the earth.
It's as if a embryo, which has been dormant for thousands of years beneath the earth's veins, has finally hatched at this moment!
The sea of ​​insects surged like a whirlpool, with peaks reaching over thirty meters high. At the center of the spiral, a translucent insect nucleus sac emerged.
Shaped like a uterus, its surface slowly reveals a face with blurred yet highly recognizable features—

That's not Ruoli's face.

Rather, it is her—the Star Calamity herself.

—

Madman Thirteen roared, his voice filled with the shattering of divinity and terror:
"This is... a divine hierarchical structure!? This shouldn't exist!!"

Ruoli raised her hands, her fingers spread wide, and insect patterns spread across the lines on her palms. Her breath was so steady that it seemed to be announcing an inevitable end.

She responded softly:
"Do not--"

"This is my celestial calamity."

"Every time you copy, imitate, or create—"

“I didn’t stop it.”

"Because I'm waiting for you."

She raised her head, a weary yet clear smile playing on her lips, her gaze blank yet lucid:

"I'm waiting for you to create a complete piece."

"So that I can swallow it whole."

—

The heart-shaped embryo in the sea of ​​insects began to slowly undulate.

It's not a vibration, but a rhythmic echo from the mother body.

With each undulation, the life-seed structure summoned by Madman Thirteen let out a mournful cry, its construction logic loosening like sand, and some of the secret remains even began to disintegrate and collapse on their own.

It wasn't destroyed.

They sensed a higher command level from the mother, just as servants automatically disband upon seeing a true monarch.

Madman Thirteen's Fury:
"You dare to dream of rewriting my creation chain!?"

Ruoli coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood wasn't from a wound, but rather a sign that her "Star Calamity Value" was approaching its limit, and her logical thinking was on the verge of collapse.

The lens of his left eyeglass was cracked, and tiny insect shadows slid out of his pores from his earlobe, chirping softly.

Her dental structure also began to deform, becoming a "fitted chewing palate," no longer a human anatomical model.

But she didn't break down.

She slowly took out a glass insect egg from her bosom, its surface inlaid with seven circular patterns.

Extraordinary Card: Insect Soul Regeneration (Secret)
She whispered:

"A madman cannot remain mad forever."

"But when things get crazy enough to stop, someone has to pull you back."

As soon as she finished speaking, she crushed the insect eggs and pressed them to her chest.

He was suddenly jolted!
The insect swarm seemed to be awakened by the sound of a bell; all the insects stopped instantly, and the air in the area fell into an extremely oppressive silence for a second.

When Ruoli opened her eyes again, her pupils had returned to clear, moon-white pupils, unlike the insect-like pupils.

She took a deep breath, as if she had regained herself:

"...I almost wrote too much."

She chuckled softly, her breathing returning to normal.

"However—it can be controlled."

—

Madman Thirteen roared, and several ring-shaped cracks burst open on the outer edge of the plaza, as if the structural net had been uprooted!
"You...you're crazy...you're insane!"

Ruoli smiled.

The smile carried no hostility, nor even deliberate provocation.

That was a reviewer's quip when they saw the first draft.

"I'm the bug that drove you crazy with my writing."

Crazy Thirteen's shoulder and neck suddenly made a crisp click.

That wasn't the sound of bones breaking.

It was the aligning nodes in his divinely constructed structure, originally intended to defend against "intrusions of the same kind," that malfunctioned.

—

"she……"

Crazy Thirteen's voice began to sluggish, his logical chain broke, and his words became disjointed.

"She's not an ordinary tactical point of attack..."

"She is not a data composite..."

He slowly took half a step back.

For the first time, a divine reaction of "counterpoint suppression" emerged deep within the pupils.

Ruoli is no longer the battlefield disruptor he envisioned in his writing.

Rather, he is another divine writer who is his equal.

—

The square fell silent once again.

Crazy Thirteen's creation of life seeds has completely stopped, as if it was forcibly blocked due to a loss of control.

The swarm of insects swirled like a membrane, enveloping the entire battlefield and forming a new "planetary disaster zone".

The remnant mask of the Lord of Fate hovered high in the sky, seemingly observing this dialogue between the divinities.

—

Ruoli looked at Si Ming and the other seven people.

She didn't raise her eyebrows, nor did she show any pride.

She smiled faintly, her voice soft yet piercing the silence:

"Writing about gods—it's madness."

"But even God can write."

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the void. The radiance of Youhua Zun faded away like a receding tide, as if a curtain was being drawn back.

Her gaze was like the night sky:
"But you—it's time to go on stage."

She turned to look at Si Ming:
"Here's your pen back."

Si Ming slowly stood up, his body swaying, but he did not fall.

He said nothing, but simply accepted the silence conveyed in her gaze.

he knows.

Ruoli's attack was not intended to end the fight.

Instead, it's about—drawing the curtain for them.

—

Madman Thirteen suddenly roared, his divinity surging:
"You think you can kill me?!"

"I am the true God of creation!!!"

He raised the skeletal right arm high, suddenly tearing apart the outer shell of the divine structure, restarting the construction of the life seed once again, and the chain of creation was rapidly rewritten!
The swarm of insects is beginning to be corrupted! Strange phenomena are emerging at the borders of the Cataclysmic Realm!
—

Si Ming emerged from the wound array, blood dripping from his left hand, a pen in his right, while the afterimage of the Thousand-Faced One slowly returned to its place behind him.

He looked at Madman Thirteen, his voice as clear as the stars:
"You're crazy."

"She's crazy too."

He uttered softly:
"Then I'll clear my head and write an ending to this crazy spectacle of a celestial catastrophe."

—

Natasha closed the magazine and silently pulled the slide bolt.

Nobunai turned the Book of Fate, and the new page shone brightly.

Selene ignited her tail flames and returned to her position.

Hermann sat up, smiling as he tightened the broken pocket watch one last time.

Lynn is embedded in the star's core, and the time loop restarts.

Zhuang Yege lit the dying tide lamp, and the blue flames burned faintly like the wick of a lamp.

Seven people, standing in a fan shape.

Facing the same direction – Madman Thirteen.

—

Madman Thirteen was furious, his voice hoarse:
"You bunch of...defective products!!!"

—

Ruoli turned around, standing in the center of the insect sea, her gaze as calm as the moon, looking down at the embers of the life seed.

She whispered:
"Crazy Thirteen".

"You're too old to be crazy anymore."

You think you've gone crazy enough?
But her madness,

That's what you looked like before you hatched.

(End of this chapter)