Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 391 The Dream Weaver of Destiny
"When the stars whisper, mortals will eventually succumb to the finality of fate."

Stars fall, all things perish.
All you can do is fight back.

And to resist is, in itself, the greatest desecration of the stars.

—Excerpt from *The Forbidden Book of Stars: Chapter of Star Judgment*

The void froze at that moment, and time itself fell into a strange stillness.

The Star Speaker's majestic yet indistinct figure floated silently among the stars, his vast and distorted nebula cloak slowly swirling, like a tapestry of fate draped over the shoulders of a deity.

Deep within the cloak, stars are born, shine, collapse, and vanish, endlessly cycling in a dazzling and mesmerizing manner.

Si Ming struggled to raise his head, sweat trickling down his forehead, each drop reflecting the unwillingness and determination in his eyes.

At that moment, he felt his breathing was as heavy as lead, and each heartbeat felt like a struggle to break free of shackles.

The gaze of that colossal deity, like the cold stare of the vast universe, made his soul tremble.

The Star Speaker slowly raised his ethereal palm, his slender, long fingertips gently tracing lines in the air.

A deep, ancient language slowly resounded, its voice piercing through the boundless universe and the long river of time:
"The stars have already handed down their judgment, and mortals are destined to be powerless to resist. Your fate was decided when the stars first ignited, and it cannot be changed."

As His whispers faded, the stars in the void suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, cold radiance.
It was as if countless divine eyes had opened simultaneously, plunging everyone into endless despair with their indifferent and merciless scrutiny.

An immense sense of oppression surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the last hope in everyone's heart.

Si Ming clenched his fists, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force.

A fierce rebellious emotion surged within him, a mortal's anger and resentment towards fate, as well as the fear and struggle rooted deep in his soul.

"Fate is not for you to decide!" Si Ming's voice was deep and cold, like a sharp edge shining in the darkness, trying to pierce through the vast darkness.

Lin Yuxi and the other survivors behind him were already terrified, their faces as pale as paper, tears streaming down their cheeks, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Yuxi bit her lip tightly, crying out in a low voice on the verge of collapse, "What...what did we do wrong? Why do we have to endure this cruel judgment?"

Selene stood silently beside Siming, a calm yet sharp killing intent surging in her eyes, her slender fingers already gleaming with a blood-red light.

Like a spark about to be ignited, it is ready to face the inevitable final battle.

The Star Speaker's face slowly lowered, as if sensing the faint yet tenacious resistance of the mortals. He whispered, "Struggling is pointless; the torrent of fate will not stop for anyone."

Before the words had even finished, Si Ming abruptly looked up, his gaze icy and sharp, piercing directly at the Star Speaker's ethereal face:
"The final chapter of destiny is never something you can write. The stars may watch over all living beings, but they cannot control my own choices!"

The Star Speaker stared silently at the Fate Master, the illusory image on his face flickering for a moment, as if re-examining the resilience and determination possessed by this insignificant mortal.

Then, He raised His arm again, and the stars surged like a tsunami, their cold and dazzling light instantly filling the vision of the God of Fate.

“In that case,” the Star Speaker declared indifferently, “you shall face your destined end.”

Si Ming's heart sank suddenly. He vaguely sensed that an even deeper darkness was only just beginning to emerge.

Even in dire straits, he still understood the true value of fate.
It has always been about constantly confronting an irresistible judgment, even when faced with boundless darkness and the destruction of stars.

The void froze in an instant, and all things lost their sound and color.

The Star Speaker slowly raised His ethereal arm, and in His palm, countless fragments of stars coalesced into a deep vortex, like the first sigh at the beginning of chaos before the birth of the universe.

He slightly parted his invisible lips and uttered an ancient and distorted whisper, a voice like the dream of a forgotten god deep in the universe, transcending billions of years of loneliness and nothingness.

In an instant, the entire void trembled violently, stars exploded and fell among the stars, and countless enormous meteorites roared out from the depths of darkness.

Trailing a silvery-white fiery tail, it roared and attacked Si Ming and the others like a giant dragon awakening from the sea of ​​stars.

Si Ming suddenly tilted his head back, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Without the slightest hesitation, his hands swiftly formed complex and profound hand seals, and the illusory corridor unfolded once more.

One after another, illusory clones split off from his body like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water, intertwining to form a tough yet ethereal barrier, facing the unstoppable fall of the stars.

"boom!"

The massive meteorite collided violently with the illusory barrier, unleashing a devastating shockwave that instantly tore space into countless black rifts that spread out like a spiderweb.

The surrounding void trembled with an almost mournful sound, as if the whole world was lamenting and trembling.

Siming's body shuddered violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, and he swayed precariously, yet his feet remained firmly planted on the ground like a rock.
Clinging desperately to the collapsing corridor of illusion, its clones shattered repeatedly, yet stubbornly reborn time and again, resisting all destructive forces.

"Selian!" Si Ming roared hoarsely, his voice filled with tearing pain and a desperate determination.

Celian instantly understood. Her eyes were resolute and calm. The card in her hand flashed like lightning, and she coldly shouted, "World-type Domain, Fanlou!"

In the next instant, a magnificent and ethereal brothel appeared from the void, its towering buildings layered upon each other, as bizarre and dazzling as a phantom in a dream.

Fanlou slowly rotated, and countless frosts, poisonous mists, and dreamlike illusions unfolded like a magnificent curtain, temporarily keeping the approaching Gray Star Crawlers and Star Nightmares at bay.

But the roars of those star servants were even more frenzied; they brandished their twisted tentacles and mangled bodies.
It relentlessly assaulted the dream barrier constructed by Fanlou, causing cracks to rapidly appear on the surface of the domain, and the spatial tremors gradually approached the critical point.

At this moment, Lynn's gaze was as solemn as an abyss, and beads of sweat were clearly visible on her forehead. She quickly took out a Destiny-related card, her voice filled with barely concealed urgency: "The Pocket Watch for Reversing Destiny!"

A classic gold pocket watch slowly appeared in her palm, its hands spinning backwards as if defying time itself.

A golden luster swept across Siming's body in an instant, and his injuries and fatigue quickly returned, restoring him to his initial peak condition.

The God of Fate exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and once again stood tall and proud, and the barrier of the Corridor of Illusion was thus re-established.

He calmly surveyed the entire battlefield, knowing full well that the situation had reached its most perilous moment.

Selene knew she had to take the initiative. Her body tensed abruptly, and a surge of crimson power erupted from her, instantly transforming her into a scarlet afterimage. Her claws, like moonlight tearing through the night sky, hurtled towards the Star Familiars with lightning speed.

Wherever she went, the Gray Star Crawler crumbled into ashes, and the tentacles of the Star Nightmare broke off, scattering like flying stardust. "She's going to directly interrupt the Star Speaker's descent ritual?" Lynn's voice was tinged with unease and awe, his fingers gripping the card tightly, a faint pale crimson tinge appearing on them.

However, the Star Speaker remained as unmoved as an ancient god among the stars, raising his palm once more without a ripple.
An even larger storm of falling stars swept down once more, magnificent and terrifying, like the merciless and cruel judgment of fate.

The void trembled violently, like a mirror on the verge of shattering. The air was filled with the roars and wails of the stars. Si Ming stared at the approaching doomsday overhead and gritted his teeth.

He knew perfectly well that this decisive battle between fate and the stars was far from over—and they had nowhere left to retreat.

As stars fell, the Star Speaker's judgment, the vast flames of light, like the final, merciless pronouncement of the god of fate, crashed down from the heavens.

The void was completely filled with countless enormous meteorites, each one resembling an ancient dragon awakening from the abyss of the universe.
Trailing a brilliant yet deadly tail of flame, it roared through the darkness, shattered space, and plummeted down with destructive force.

The illusory corridor that Si Ming had tried so hard to maintain shattered in an instant, and countless clones were annihilated into stardust one after another, just like a fragile dream collapsing silently at dawn.

The moment the meteor fell, the world was completely engulfed by dazzling light.

People's pupils contracted to pinpoints in the extreme brightness, and terror erupted like a deadly poison. Lin Yuxi and the other survivors let out almost desperate screams and cries, their bodies trembling violently in the destructive light and shadow.

"No!" Lin Yuxi's cries were filled with madness and helplessness. She reached out in vain, as if trying to grasp a piece of her broken fate.
But she could only watch helplessly as the destructive starlight swallowed her up. "Why...why us? Why!"

Selene and Lynn had exhausted all their strength, using their weakened bodies to shield the crowd, but deep in their eyes, despair had long since taken over.

They knew perfectly well that this struggle was nothing but a pointless one.

Si Ming stood at the very front of everyone, his eyes closed, cold sweat trickling down his forehead like falling stars.

He had no more cards to play and no way out; he could only silently await his impending destruction.

Just as the Judgment of the Stars was about to completely devour everything, Si Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the Star Speaker in a fleeting moment, only to have the hood of the transcendent being lifted by a violent stellar storm, revealing a face he knew all too well—it was none other than his own!
Siming's heart seemed to stop abruptly at that moment. His consciousness was instantly filled with immense shock and confusion, and his heart was screaming frantically and silently:

"How could it be...me?"

The next second, the power of the stars' destruction completely engulfed reality, and everyone's consciousness and body were instantly annihilated, becoming meaningless dust in the void.

After the destruction, the brilliance of the fallen stars quickly faded, and a deathly silence once again enveloped this shattered space.

The Star Speaker slowly lowered his head, letting out a barely audible sigh, a sound containing profound irony and pity:

"Fate... is so absurd."

Then, his figure gradually turned into stardust, and his nebula-like cloak gathered into the depths of the void, eventually disappearing silently.

After the starlight faded, the surroundings fell into utter nothingness and desolation, as if everything had never existed, and even time itself was frozen in the void.

However, in this utterly silent, endless darkness, a mysterious and ethereal figure silently appeared at the edge of space.

That figure seemed to exist between reality and illusion, surrounded and entangled by countless intricate and unpredictable threads of fate, elusive and fleeting, and would silently slip out of people's perception at the slightest carelessness.

He slowly raised one hand, his fingertips gently stroking it, and a faint and eerie whisper immediately filled the space. The sound was like a dreamlike murmur, or an indescribable whisper in the darkness.

The threads of fate then flowed forth from the depths of the void like a river, quickly weaving into shape between his fingers.

He chanted an ancient incantation, and the void was like a rewinding movie, where shattered stars and scenes of destruction were quickly rebuilt to their original state.

Si Ming suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his clothes were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The survivors behind him, including Celian, Lynn, and Lin Yuxi, also woke up, their eyes still filled with terror and confusion, as if they had just been forcibly pulled back from the brink of death.

Lin Yuxi's hands trembled slightly, her eyes were empty and confused, and her voice was weak and helpless: "We...were we really dead just now?"

The crowd stared in shock at the Dream Weaver in the void, their eyes filled with doubt and fear, even questioning the reality of what they were seeing.

Si Ming suppressed the trembling deep within his soul and stared warily at the mysterious being.

The Dream Weaver floats silently in the void, surrounded by threads of fate that resemble starlight, intertwining and swirling, presenting a bizarre and dreamlike appearance.

The Dream Weaver lowered his head slightly, his hood fluttering gently, and a deep, gentle voice drifted out like a dream, yet his words concealed an undisguised madness and mockery:

"Welcome back to the place where reality and illusion meet. This time, I can finally meet you face to face... my past self."

Siming was suddenly jolted, a strong sense of unease and doubt surging from the depths of his heart. He stared intently at the Dream Weaver, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fear:
"who are you?"

The Dream Weaver slowly pulled back his hood, revealing a face identical to that of the Fate Master, but his eyes shone with a frenzied and chaotic starlight:
"Who am I? Maybe I am you, or maybe I am just an illusion woven by fate when it is bored."

A strange smile crept across his lips, and his tone suddenly turned cold and grotesque. "In any case, we have finally met again, my dearest friends."

The Dream Weaver slowly turned her head, gazing eerily at Lynn and Selene, a twisted and strange tenderness appearing on her face:
"It's been so long, my dear friends. So long that I almost forgot how to talk to you. It is my honor to meet you here today."

Si Ming's heart trembled violently, and a strong sense of distrust surged like the tides of an abyss.

He was acutely aware that the being before him, who bore his identical face, had been teetering on the brink of madness for far too long.

The Dream Weaver opened her arms, as if welcoming a long-lost friend, and said softly and meaningfully:

"Come on, let us face the mirror of fate. What you see is nothing but yourselves, destined to fail time and time again."

He looked up into the void, his deep eyes swirling with endless madness and indifference:

Are you ready to face the final truth?

"Fate is a mirror."
When you gaze at the person in the mirror,
What you see is merely an illusion after countless failures.

Only by shattering this mirror image with one's own hands...
Only then can you truly face your most formidable enemy—yourself.

—Excerpt from "Notes on the Dream Weaver of Destiny: The Mirror Trial"

(End of this chapter)