Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 376 Judgment of Fate: The Seal Returns to the Mirror
"Fate is not unchangeable, but every change comes at a price."

—Excerpt from *The Book of Destiny, Final Chapter: The Price of Fate*

The sky collapsed.

Above the Mirror Lake, Sazeroth struggled to let out a final roar, and the shattered mirror fragments frantically reassembled in the void.
Stardust swirled into a mysterious and profound vortex, like the echo of a broken star map, spinning wildly across the sky, as if heralding the prelude to the end of the world.

The Deer God suddenly raised its massive head, its fierce roar piercing the clouds, shattering the void like a mirror with countless shocking cracks.
Within each fissure, there are twisted, struggling, deformed faces, emitting indescribable, frantic cries, releasing a despair and chaos as if falling into an abyss.

Arthurivirian's voice boomed like thunder from the depths of the shattered void, a mixture of rage and tragic madness:
"Lord of Fate, do you really think you can defeat the Supreme Being by blocking reality?"

The God of Fate's gaze was as cold and sharp as the moon. The thousand masks of destiny swirling around him gradually slowed down, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
The pen in his hand trembled slightly, yet he held it firmly.

"The supreme power of Sarzeroth is beyond your comprehension!"

Arthurivirian roared shrilly, "If we are defeated, you will all fall into the abyss of destruction with us!"

With his declaration, Mirror Lake erupted once more, the boundary between reality and the realm of reflections became chaotic and fragile, and the earth trembled and shook violently as if it were a living thing.

Countless mirror-like tentacles shot wildly into the sky, tearing through space and destroying reality, as if the world was being ripped to pieces by an invisible hand.

Edel's face was deathly pale. He knelt on one knee, the blade in his hand shattered. His voice was hoarse and sorrowful: "How much more must be paid before all this ends?"

Medusa gasped for breath, the Holy Light Scepter she gripped dimming, her eyes struggling between fear and exhaustion, as she whispered in near despair, "We... can't go on anymore."

Only Si Ming remained steadfast as a rock, facing the madness unleashed by Mirror Lake.

He gazed steadily at the deer god in the void, his voice as calm as the whisper of death:
"Changing one's destiny always comes at a price, but today, it will not be us who have to pay the price for our destiny."

The roar of the giant stag echoed once more, and countless twisted and deformed creatures emerged from the rift, sweeping down like a raging tide, frantically devouring vision and hope.

The sky shattered completely, and fragments of stars fell as a devastating meteor shower upon Aleston, plunging the entire city into unspeakable chaos and fear.

At this moment, the God of Fate slowly closed his eyes, gently raised the scepter in his hand once more, and declared firmly and calmly:
"The final chapter of destiny has begun!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the tip of his pen lightly drew a perfect arc.

A deck of cards, as dark as an abyss and shimmering with gold, instantly appeared in the air, slowly rotating, each card exuding an awe-inspiring mystery and oppressive aura.

“If you desire the true supreme,” said the Master of Fate in a deep voice, as profound as the whisper of destiny, “then experience for yourselves what the true power of destiny is.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the playing cards in his hand suddenly flipped over:

The King of Clubs lights up—[The True Lie].

The world was suddenly covered by an invisible and eerie curtain, and the raging Mirror Lake instantly froze.

The mirrored tentacles of Sazarath seemed to have lost all support from the rules, hovering in mid-air, and the world seemed to have entered a mysterious, eternal moment.

Spin the Ace of Spades—[Weaving Destiny].

Countless delicate yet resilient threads of fate shot rapidly from the card, swiftly wrapping around the massive body of Sazeroth like kite strings.

Each line represents a possibility and destiny. The more one struggles, the more one is swallowed up by fate, ultimately trapped in an endless fog of possibilities.

Q Square shines – [A stroke of luck].

A faint golden aura simultaneously emanated from each member of the allied forces, as if blessed by Lady Luck, and their wounds healed rapidly.
The fatigue vanished, and fighting spirit and hope reignited in his eyes, making his gaze firm and resolute.

Hearts J flashes – [Illusory Clone] and [The Handwriting of the Nameless One].

A phantom yet clear transparent entity, almost identical to the original body, instantly appeared beside each person.

As Sazarras's lens attacks rained down, the blows, which should have been fatal, landed precisely on the ethereal form.

The illusory body shattered and vanished in an instant, while the real body remained unharmed, still standing proudly in the torrent of fate.

For the first time, Sazeroth's attack was completely thwarted. Its massive body began to tremble violently, and the human face within the rift emitted a shrill and terrified wail:
"Impossible! What... what did you do?"

Si Ming gave a cold laugh, the playing cards spinning gracefully as he returned to his palm. He stepped forward, each step carrying an unbearable pressure of fate, as if walking through the deepest part of the star map:

"Your defeat was destined from the moment you became my enemy."

He raised his head, his eyes as cold as those of a whisperer, and whispered the final judgment:
"The judgment of fate is never in doubt."

The power of Sazarras was finally completely suppressed. The cracks in the Mirror Lake gradually shrank, and the frenzied tentacles gradually lost their strength and slowly fell.

Medici raised her scepter, and holy light rekindled, like a reborn Valkyrie, her wings soaring high behind her, her eyes burning with boundless majesty and determination:
"Gentlemen, it's time for the final blow!"

Edel nodded heavily, and the Royal Rose of Saint Trean opened its cannons once more, a torrent of golden energy surging forth, aimed directly at Sazarras.

Liseria sat atop the Azure Lion, the star map gleaming, and roared with the fiery power of stars:
"This strike is for all the souls that have been sacrificed and betrayed!"

In an instant, the blazing holy light and starfire intertwined, striking the massive mirror of Sazeroth with a deafening roar, like the ultimate judgment of the world.

The final bells of destiny have finally tolled—

The mournful howls of Sazeroth gradually faded into the endless void, as if drawing a tragic and fateful conclusion to the world's final struggle and farewell.

A crack appeared in the sky, a wound as chaotic as a star map.

Above the Mirror Lake, Sazeroth's body trembled violently, and countless mirrors around the giant stag shattered like stardust, streaking across the sky like a shower of crimson meteors. At that moment, the enormous and eerie stag head slowly separated, and Arthur and Victorian finally broke free from it.

Their eyes gradually cleared, reflecting an indescribable fear and deep regret.

The two gradually shattered, their skin cracking like a mirror, turning into countless stardust fragments that vanished in the wind.

Their last gaze fell upon Medici and Edel, filled with sorrow and guilt:
"I'm sorry... to our beloved brothers and sisters."

Arthur's weak voice, filled with endless weariness and desolation, echoed in everyone's hearts:

“We have never been consumed by desire and revenge... What truly engulfs us is the ceaseless whisper and murmur from a distant god.”

Victoria's voice gradually faded away, as if it came from the other side of fate:
"Always be wary of those whispers in the darkness, for they never cease until your soul is utterly torn apart."

With that, the siblings' figures finally transformed into fleeting stardust, vanishing into nothingness.

The cracks above the Mirror Lake slowly closed, completely sealing away the presence of the Deer God Sazarras, and the sky returned to calm.

Only the stardust in the sky remains, whispering the final act of this tragic fate.

The seal above Mirror Lake slowly closed, the last wisp of stardust gradually faded away, and the sky above Aleston returned to silence.

Medusa stood atop the ruins, overlooking the war-torn capital, her gaze as deep and cold as the eyes of a whisperer.

She slowly raised the scepter in her hand, a symbol of the Trelian monarchy, and holy light burst forth, illuminating the ravaged city.

“From this day forward,” Medici’s voice was clear and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority,
"I, Medici Trean, will officially inherit the throne of Trean and be crowned as the new Queen of Trean."

The scene was solemn, but an underlying unease and doubt were still surging among the crowd.

The nobles exchanged meaningful glances, their whispers like undercurrents in the night wind: "Can Medici truly lead us to rebuild the empire?"

The expressions of the common people were even more complex; they were grateful but could not hide their confusion and dissatisfaction with the future.

The destruction of their home and the death of their loved ones left them deeply troubled: "If the royal family had truly cared for us, how could such a tragedy have occurred?"

In the distance, Liseria gazed serenely at the coronation ceremony, her expression as calm and profound as the waters of a mirror-like lake.

Behind her, students in the evening class were busy rescuing the wounded and comforting the weeping crowd, all of which seemed out of place with the ceremony on the high platform.

Medici's gaze swept coldly and sharply over Liseria, a barely perceptible sense of unease flickering in her heart: "The Lion King's daughter, is she ultimately unable to submit willingly?"

After the ceremony, Medusa returned to the throne, but Edel beside her sighed softly, "Sister, do you really think that this is how you can unify the entire empire?"

Medici looked back coldly, her tone firm yet filled with an undisguised sharpness:
"Unifying the empire is imperative, even at a greater cost. And you, Edel, where will you stand?"

Edel shook her head wearily, her eyes filled with sorrow and resolve: "Sister, I am already tired of this endless game of power struggles and bloodshed."

"From this day forward, I will leave Alleston to regroup my forces at the border and seek a new path."

A shadow crossed Medusa's eyes, but she ultimately did not stop him, only saying coldly, "Go with you. But always remember, you are of Trelian blood."

Edel nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the throne room.

His silhouette, silhouetted against the interplay of shadow and light, appeared solitary, yet it also concealed his unspoken resolve and ambition.
"Sister, we will meet again eventually. But when that time comes, will we still be siblings, or will we only be rivals?"

The throne room returned to silence.

Medusa stood alone on the high platform, her gaze piercing through the windowpanes, fixed on the distant, unknown future. She murmured to herself, "The future of Trelian will be in my own hands."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, Liseria was quietly directing her night school students to help the citizens, and she could hear countless whispers of gratitude.

But she became increasingly clear-headed: no matter who sits on the throne, what truly keeps the nation standing is always the ordinary yet resilient people.

She turned and gazed in the distance toward the royal palace, her eyes deep and wary: "Meddes, I respect your victory today."

But if one day you threaten the safety of the people, I will never stand idly by.

The two gazed at each other from afar, their silent stares clashing like a violent omens before a star chart breaks, foreshadowing an inevitable conflict that was slowly unfolding.

Meanwhile, Si Ming stood silently on the shore of Mirror Lake, gazing at the gradually calming lake surface.

The pen of authority in his hand slowly dissipated, his gaze deep and calm, as if he were staring at the darkest rift in the depths of fate.

"The story of fate has never truly ended," he murmured to himself, his voice as deep and unsettling as a whisper from the abyss.

"The sealing of Sazarras is merely a prelude. The real crisis still lurks in the unknown darkness, waiting for the most opportune moment."

He slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the false peace and prosperity, as if he had already glimpsed more conspiracies and crises hidden deep within his destiny.

At this moment, beneath the surface of tranquility, Alleston is quietly stepping into an even more unpredictable and treacherous abyss of fate.

"When the crown of power falls, shadows will rise. The gears of fate never stop turning. The final chapter of the story is just the beginning of a greater conspiracy."

—Excerpt from the epilogue of *Chronicles of Mysteries: The Battle of Mirror Lake*

(End of this chapter)