Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 375 The Dreamlike Secret Passage: The Mass Evacuation of Civilians

"When reality becomes a prison, dreams become the only way out."

—Excerpt from *The Secret Codex of Dreams: The Illusory Dream Chapter: The Revelation of the Dream Sea*

The God of Destiny's gaze was like a cold moon, fixed intently on the bottom of that strange and deep reflection realm.

Sazeroth is currently bound and entangled by countless threads of fate, his colossal stag-like mirror form torn apart and reformed countless times.

The shards shattered, turning into nothingness stardust, drifting away as the embers of destiny.

Arthurivirian's roar gradually lost its power, becoming weak and mournful, as if struggling to fall into a bottomless abyss.

However, at that very moment, Sazeroth's crimson eyes suddenly brightened like a blood moon rising in the sky, and his stag head abruptly rose high, gazing directly at the endless heavens.

In an instant, countless distorted mirrors began to vibrate, shatter, and spin, rapidly converging in the void to form a wildly spinning vortex of stars.

At the same time, in Mirror Lake, the remaining sacrificial offerings of the Haran people suddenly stopped struggling.

The emptiness in their eyes reflected the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) stag-headed figure of Sazarras; the next instant, these bodies shattered simultaneously.

Flesh and blood, like a torrential downpour, swept across the sky, plunging into a vortex of void, merging with stardust, weaving into twisted and bizarre tentacles and celestial bodies, extending into a suffocatingly terrifying imagery.

That wasn't pure devouring—

It was not a mad sacrifice and a rebirth.

Blood-red tentacles twisted and emerged like long serpents writhing in the abyss, greedily reaching out from the vortex to touch reality.

Eerie red and purple shimmering light and shadow flickered under the endless refraction of the lens, and chilling whispers and shrieks, like the whispers of a madman, struck the deepest part of the soul of every being.

The surface of Mirror Lake trembled violently, the reflections twisted and spun wildly, and every struggling face wailed pitifully, as if being slowly swallowed by an invisible giant mouth and falling into the dark well of fate.

"He...is being reborn!"

Medici's voice trembled, her gaze flickered violently, and she turned to Siming in a panic, her eyes filled with barely concealed despair and expectation: "Siming, can't you stop it?"

Si Ming frowned slightly, the coldness in his eyes deepening, and the power pen in his hand fell heavily once more.

Countless threads of fate rapidly intertwined into a complex and profound star map of incantations, desperately suppressing the sacrifice of Sazarras.

However, those eerie, blood-red tentacles, imbued with an indescribable frenzy, ruthlessly tore apart the shackles of fate and broke through all possible defenses.

Sazarras's massive body suddenly expanded, and the shattered mirror fragments reformed into enormous antlers that rose high into the air.

The bizarre vortex of stars pierced directly through the corridor of illusion and the realm of eternity, as if tearing apart the boundary between reality and illusion.

"My Lord, may you be eternally indestructible!"

Arthur Vittorian's frantic voice twisted and echoed within the vortex, their figures struggling eerily like reflections in a mirror.

Limbs, like kite strings, endlessly extend, struggle, and twist between stardust and flesh, presenting a terrifying and eerie scene.

"You will never escape Mirror Lake!" Arthur Vittorian roared with a savage grin. "Each of you is nothing but eternal food for my Lord!"

Si Ming took a slight step back, his face showing an unprecedented solemnity and melancholy.

He felt a real sense of oppression, an oppression as cold and unfathomable as the eyes of the Whisperer.

The power of Sazeroth has never been so immense; the Mirror Lake, as deep and unfillable as an abyss, continuously pours its power into the body of the Deer God.

Allied soldiers, night school students, and even noble guards were all momentarily frozen in place by the terrifying pressure.

Edel gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles white, his teeth clenched; Medusa gripped her scepter, her eyes reflecting a deep and helpless worry.

Sargeras's laughter echoed like a mad bell, resounding throughout the entire capital city of Aresdon:
"As long as Mirror Lake exists, your struggles will forever remain meaningless scribbles on the book of fate!"

The countless mirrors reflected light once more, and the entire city was once again plunged into the merciless and frenzied shadow of the Deer God, falling into the abyss of despair after the star map shattered.

However, at that moment, Si Ming slowly raised his head, his eyes as deep as the bottom of an abyss, gazing at the distant void, a faint yet meaningful smile appearing on his lips:
"Perhaps the doors of reality have closed, but at the end of fate, there is always another hidden path."

His gaze shifted calmly yet sharply to Calvino, as if he had found the key to the clues of fate, his tone restrained yet resolute:
"Dream".

Calvino, his expression solemn, nodded with a slight smile, the dream mark between his brows shimmering faintly, reflecting unknown possibilities:
"That's right, we still have dreams."

The kite string of fate has not yet completely snapped; the world in the mirror is still whispering.

The boundary between reality and dreams may always be just a thin mirror.

But Si Ming knew that in the dead of night, with the blood moon high in the sky, the true drama of fate was only just beginning to unfold.

The colossal mirror-like form of Sazeroth once again reigns supreme atop the royal capital.

Countless mirrors fell from the void like stars, forming gaping maws that seemed intent on devouring all of Areston's inhabitants once more.

Siming frowned slightly, a hint of undisguised seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time.

He murmured, "Even if I were the master of fate, I could not save so many lives at once."

Medici and Edel exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting a mixture of worry and helplessness.

Medici sighed softly. Edel's hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles white, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Allison's brows were deeply furrowed, and her deep blue eyes reflected the frenzied and indescribable figure of Sazaras.

All she could do at that moment was silently wait for a miracle from fate.

"Humans, what a pathetic and foolish existence." Arthurivirian's shrill voice pierced the sky like a blade.

With a deep-seated contempt and mockery, he said, "The cage of reality is already locked tight, and even your so-called masters of fate cannot save you!"

Just as despair was spreading, Calvino stepped forward gently, a warm yet firm smile playing on his lips.

In his palm, a high-level World-type card slowly rose up—[Dreamlike Dark Sea].

In an instant, invisible waves spread out from beneath his feet, forming a dreamlike sea, illusory yet real, gentle and vast, silently enveloping the entire Mirror Lake.

The mirrors on the celestial canopy began to tremble uneasily; they could neither reflect the reality of the dream nor interfere with its existence.

Sazarras's massive mirror-like body trembled violently, and the light from the antlers formed by the mirrors flickered intensely, as if it had sensed some unknown and terrifying threat.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Arthur Victoria's voice carried a hint of panic and fear for the first time, her urgent question mixed with endless anger and unease.

Calvino calmly raised his head, his gaze clear and profound: "Sazaras, you can block out reality, but you cannot stop humanity's dreams."

At the same time, the card in Alison's palm spun lightly, and the [Mirror Sea] domain expanded outwards, with countless silver ripples gently spreading out from around her.

At this moment, the Mirror Sea and the Dream Sea intertwined and merged, and countless phantom images of the [Lost Ones] slowly emerged from the void.

Those ship shadows were like ghostly fleets from the deepest part of a dream, their bodies glowing with a pale silver light, silently and elegantly stationed, as if guarding countless souls yearning for redemption.

Calvino turned to Medici and Edel, his tone calm and resolute: "Dreams are the most secret passage for mankind. Even if reality is sealed off, the boundaries of dreams remain open."

Sazarras's roar echoed, and the mirror spun wildly in the void: "Impossible! No one can escape from my Mirror Lake!"

Calvino smiled and shook his head, his eyes holding the unique confidence and tenderness of a gambler of fate: "We don't need to escape reality, we just need to step into the dream—"

As he finished speaking, the entire capital city was suddenly illuminated by countless tiny, soft points of light.

Every glimmer of light twinkles like a star, illuminating every corner where people gather—that is the [Dream Lamp] that guards the soul.

"The gate to dreams has been opened to everyone."

In an instant, countless Lost Ones slowly raised their sails and set sail, like a solemn and vast ghost fleet, heading towards the deep end of the dream.

Sazeroth roared endlessly, its massive, mirror-like antlers flailing wildly in an attempt to halt the dream's journey.

However, each attack from the lens was as futile as striking a phantom; the lenses could not penetrate the boundaries of the dream, much less harm the soul within it. Calvino looked up, his gaze gently fixed on the sky, and whispered softly, "Have a good dream, all you people of Alleston. Your true destiny awaits you long ago in the depths of the dream."

In the intertwining of the Dream Sea and the Mirror Sea, Sazeroth's anger and struggle gradually became distant and weak, futilely dissipating under the refraction of the mirror.

In the streets and alleys, countless dream lights lit up one after another like stars, guiding people to escape.

Riding a magnificent lion, Liseria traversed the chaotic streets, resolutely proclaiming, "Follow me, and do not look back!"

The noble guards and night students sprang into action, protecting the panicked crowd and quickly converging on the Dream Lantern.

An elderly citizen stumbled and fell. Norma, a student in the night class, immediately went to help him up, her voice gentle yet firm: "Don't be afraid, you will soon reach a safe place."

Baroque and Celian directed the soldiers and militia to maintain order: "Don't crowd, everyone can board the Lost One!"

The silhouette of the Lost One is like a warm embrace in a dream, quietly waiting for everyone to arrive safely.

The elderly man shakily boarded the ship's railing, his terrified gaze gradually softening as he gently nodded, "Thank you... thank you all."

The young mother, cradling her baby, gradually calmed her fear, whispering words of comfort, "My child, we'll be safe soon..."

The roar of Sazeroth echoed desperately above Mirror Lake as it frantically swung the Mirror Horn.

Yet it could never penetrate the barrier of the sea of ​​dreams, and could only helplessly strike at the illusory bubble.

"Why! Why do you disturb my feast!" Arthurivirian's sharp question, filled with painful despair, echoed between the illusory heavens.

Calvino stood on the sea of ​​dreams and replied with a light laugh, "Because your power can never reach the realm of dreams."

The streets of the capital gradually quieted down as the last group of people boarded the deck of the Lost One, their gazes complex yet resolute.
Looking at the city receding into the distance, there lies the sorrow of the past, and also the anticipation of the future.

Liseria took a deep breath, turned to look at her companions who were still resisting Sazarras, and said in a low but resolute voice, "We have done our best. Now, it's your turn."

On the sea of ​​dreams, countless lost souls raise their sails and slowly sail into the depths of the dream.

The roar of Sazeroth gradually faded away, leaving only endless anger and helplessness.

Calvino looked up at the dark sky, sighed softly, and left behind the final riddle: "The dream has come true, but the real battle of destiny has only just begun."

In the sky, the reflection rapidly faded, and Sazeroth's rage finally spiraled out of control.

The Mirror Lake trembled violently, and countless fragments of the mirror danced wildly in the void like bloodthirsty blades, frantically cutting through the boundaries of reality. The distorted space seemed to emit a silent lament.

"You will not escape!" Sazarras's furious roar shattered the clouds, and the enormous mirrored antlers crashed down like a sword of judgment, carrying the power to destroy everything, heading straight for Si Ming and the others.

Si Ming stood motionless, his brows slightly furrowed, his face more solemn than ever before.

He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a playing card as black as an abyss slowly emerged, its surface shimmering with a dim light.

Countless intricate life lines flowed rapidly—this was his third mystery, [The Gambler's Lament].

"The final gamble," Si Ming whispered, his voice as calm yet oppressive as a bottomless abyss.

With a gentle twist of his finger, the power of destiny spread from his fingertip with indescribable grandeur, and the sound of the entire space seemed to freeze in an instant.

Only his words pierced through the void: "This gamble, regardless of winning or losing, is only about your fate."

Meanwhile, Allison piloted the [Doomsday Rose] at breakneck speed through the void, its hull streaking through the darkness like a burning meteor.

Fierce cannon fire erupted from the bow of the ship like a galaxy, tearing the massive mirror-like body of Sazarras into hideous and terrifying cracks.

"Now, it's our turn to fight back!" Allison gritted her teeth and struggled to control the ship. Every shot was precisely fired at the fateful nodes where the mirrors of Sazarras intertwined, causing the Deerclops to howl in pain.

Medici transformed into her strongest Valkyrie form. With a wave of her scepter, milky-white holy light and rose-red energy intertwined and coalesced into a magnificent barrier, resisting the maddened attack of the Deer God.

"For Treian!" Her roar pierced the heavens and earth, and the scepter in her hand tore through the void, unleashing countless dazzling blades of holy light that sliced ​​through the massive mirror body of Sazarras time and time again.

Aidel piloted the [Saint Trean Royal Rose], its massive, steel hull swiftly weaving through the Deer God's surroundings.

The dense barrage of artillery fire wove together like a spiderweb, forming a curtain of destruction that firmly blocked the Deer God's escape route.

Minako Mijinin fully materialized as the giant Tamamo-no-Mae fox spirit, her nine enormous and magnificent fox tails sweeping across the battlefield like comets.
The overwhelming, swirling, and crashing forces made it impossible for the Deer God to move an inch.

Siming finally seized the opportunity, and the [Elegy of the Fated Gambler] in his hand suddenly rose up.
Countless dark card shadows spread rapidly like threads of fate, instantly binding tightly to Sazeroth's massive body.

"No! I cannot be sealed!" The Deer God struggled violently, his lenses shattering and reforming wildly, his head shaking angrily. "I am the supreme one!"

"Supreme?" Si Ming chuckled coldly, his voice filled with a disdainful sorrow and mockery for all living beings. "There has never been a true supreme being in this world, only the foolishness of you who proclaim yourselves as gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless threads of fate tightened suddenly, and Sazeroth's body was instantly compressed violently.

The lens shattered wildly into a sky full of stardust, transforming into a dazzling yet terrifying void of star map.

The Deer God's painful cries echoed between heaven and earth, its struggle gradually weakened, and the power of Mirror Lake also rapidly dissipated at this moment.

However, Si Ming's brows remained furrowed, and his expression showed no sign of relaxation: "It's far from enough. As long as there are still people in Aleston who haven't escaped, it can resurrect endlessly."

The distant Mirror Lake still shrouds Areston, its waters reflecting countless human images.

Those who have not yet escaped remain an inexhaustible source of sacrifice for the Deer God.

Alison gasped, "We can only try our best to hold on until everyone is safely evacuated."

Si Ming nodded slightly, his tone firm and unquestionable: "Our only mission is to hold this kite string of fate tightly until everyone reaches the other side."

Sazeroth's struggles grew weaker, yet he still roared menacingly, "I will return again and again! My offerings will never run dry!"

Si Ming clenched his fingers coldly, his eyes sharp as the eyes of a whisperer: "Then this gamble will continue until you lose everything."

Mirror Lake gradually returned to calm, but the deep threat still loomed over everyone's hearts like a nightmare. The war was far from over, and the final chapter of fate had not yet begun.

On the sea of ​​dreams, countless Lost Ones, carrying all the survivors of Aleston, slowly sailed toward the other side of the dream.

The reflection in the Mirror Lake gradually faded, and Sazeroth's power was rapidly draining away. It roared in despair, its voice growing weaker: "Impossible! You think you've won like this?!"

Calvino stood at the bow of the Lost One, gazing at Mirror Lake, his eyes filled with compassion and determination: "The other side of the dream is not nothingness, but humanity's eternal hope."

Lilia, who was beside him, gently squeezed her brother's hand and whispered, "Brother, we finally did it."

Riding a lion, Liseria escorted the last group of citizens onto the ship, shouting firmly and clearly, "Everyone, evacuate as soon as possible! We need to relieve the pressure on those who are still fighting!"

Baroque stood in front of Mirror Lake with his massive body, roaring as he drove away the surging reflection monsters: "Go! Leave this to me!"

As the last Lost One set sail, Calvino shouted to Celian in the city, "Mission accomplished, retreat!"

Selene glanced back at the citizens safely evacuated, a carefree yet resolute smile on her face: "No, this final chapter of fate cannot be without me!"

She resolutely turned around, the blood-stained sword in her hand gleaming coldly, and headed headed towards the final battlefield without hesitation.

Calvino silently watched her departing figure, sighed softly, and turned to instruct, "Lilia, lead everyone to the other side of the dream."

In the city, Mirror Lake was nearly dried up, and Sazeroth stood alone on the edge of a shattered reality, gazing despairingly at the empty Areston.

"Aleston belongs to me!" it roared, its lens trembling violently, and space began to crack.

The God of Fate slowly raised his scepter and calmly and solemnly declared, "Your feast is over."

The battlefield is about to enter its true final chapter, the darkest hour before dawn.
Between dreams and reality, the theater of fate has already begun its prelude to a decisive battle—

This betting game has just reached its final bet deadline.

"People never truly escape nightmares; they simply choose a more beautiful dream from the dead end of reality."

(End of this chapter)