Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 464 Frost Tears - Train Departure
"A calamity is both a gift and a shackle."

When the power is exhausted

The language of the gods collapsed first.
Next, it is the turn of mind and body.

—The Black Book of the End Tower, Chapter on the Star Calamity and Thirst

The train roared forward through the starry sea of ​​the virtual whale.

The God of Fate strolled leisurely alone in the courtyard.

He strolled casually down the corridor with his hands in his pockets, as if taking a walk rather than being on the Scourge's killing train.

The metal floor beneath his feet vibrated rhythmically, overlapping with his even breathing, creating a sense of tranquility.

In the carriages he passed, some people stared blankly at the points board, while others leaned back in their seats with vacant eyes.

The air was thick with the smell of cold iron and stale alcohol, as if reminding him that the peace here was only temporary.

boom--!
The sudden explosion shattered the entire atmosphere in an instant.

The corridor beneath Si Ming's feet trembled, rust rained down from the ceiling, the light filaments shook violently, and the light flickered on and off.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, his breathing remained steady, but his eyes had turned cold.

Immediately following, a second explosion. The roar echoed along the steel corridor, making the passageway groan like a deep throat.

The third explosion was closer, the shockwave causing the air to tremble and crack, even cracking the windows of the carriage he was in.

Si Ming exhaled and slowly withdrew his gaze.

The leisurely footsteps became steady and rapid, each step striking a heavy rhythm on the metal floor.

He swept across several carriages, his gaze falling upon:
Bloodstains were smeared on the armrest of the seat;

Cold air rushed in through the cracks in the broken glass;

Someone was holding onto a chair, breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on the front.

The nameplates of those who have fallen to the ground have their lights dimmed, signifying that their points have been completely reset to zero.

He pushed open the metal door. A blast of cold air hit him.

At that moment, his eyes lifted.

In the center of the new carriage stood a giant man over two meters tall, with muscles like stone and a heavy breathing.

Three or four passengers surrounded him, their faces pale and their breathing disordered, as if they were defending against a caged beast.

"Lordren!"

One of them gritted his teeth and shouted, his voice trembling, "Enough! Your stellar calamity is almost gone! Admit defeat! We'll only take your spoils, not your lives!"

The giant slowly raised his head, his face contorting in the swaying light and shadow of the carriage.

He smiled, his deep voice like a crack gradually opening up deep within an ice field.

"The surrender of the weak is only fit to be written on their epitaphs."

The air froze in an instant.

The giant Lordren's back began to throb violently.

"Crack—crack crack—" The sound of bones bursting out was as deafening as a glacier breaking apart.

The vertebrae of the back stretch outwards segment by segment, growing sharp icy thorns, with white frost blooming along the skin, like bone spurs growing wildly from the snowfield.

His skin rolled up to reveal white bone, which snapped outwards like armor plates, layer upon layer locking together.

Layers of abdominal bone armor slid off, only to be reinforced and trapped again by blood and cold, forming a thick dragon belly plate armor.

Breath turned into white mist, and countless tiny frost flowers appeared in the bursting air.

Frost formed on his brow bone and eyelashes, and the whites of his eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot veins from the freezing cold. His pupils lost their human luster between blood and cold.

"hiss--"

The shoulder blade suddenly split open, tearing the skin and bone to the sides.

Two enormous wings unfurled from the blood mist, swaying like torn silk, yet in an instant they filled the entire carriage, the shockwaves from which overturned everyone.

--boom!

The dragon's back broke through the roof of the car.

The sheet metal was torn off like a piece of paper, the tearing sound was ear-piercing, and a cold wind mixed with frost and mist rushed in instantly.

The lights inside the carriage flickered twice and then went out, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes in the frost and mist.

All sounds were swallowed up in an instant.

It felt as if a vacuum had been pressed down, the eardrums were being suppressed, and only the blood was left to roar in the blood vessels.

The next second—

"Snap—crackling—"

The sounds of bone and iron clashing simultaneously resonated, making everyone's teeth ache.

The train's metal roof was cracked by the massive structure. Dragon claws reached out and gripped the outer wall tightly.

The entire train body jolted violently, accompanied by a loud thud as metal plates tore apart, and the train was abruptly brought to a stop.

In the distance, the train's front end still flew upwards, dragging the entire train carriage into the sea of ​​stars.

However, the dragon's figure had already wrapped around the roof of the car, its scales grayish-blue, with frozen mist flowing from the gaps between them.

The massive body rolled along the roof of the vehicle, tearing out grotesque cracks.

Multiple carriages were cut open by the train's body, and the exposed wiring trembled like a throat, then frosted and broke with a "pop" in the cold air.

The passengers' screams were instantly swallowed by the icy wind. The blood froze the moment it left their bodies, turning into ice sand that scattered into the void.

Lodron's voice roared from the depths of the dragon's throat, the last vestige of humanity fading into a low echo:

"Only after hunting a dragon...did I realize..."

He raised his blood-red dragon eyes, his voice a mixture of icy cracks and roars:

"'Death' is never the end—"

His voice shattered, losing all human quality and transforming into a dragon's roar that shattered the starry sea.

The train plunged into a nightmare.

The air was instantly sucked away.

Siming felt a sudden tightness in her chest, as if her breath had been cut by an ice blade. Tiny bubbles rose to the surface of her blood, and her eardrums throbbed with a tearing pain.

The entire carriage tilted amidst the frost and weightlessness, and his body was lifted up by the vacuum, violently thrown into the air.

"call--"

He steadied himself, his eyes remaining calm despite the dizziness and excruciating pain.

—This is the Frosty Realm of Dragons.

Time seemed to slow down, sounds seemed to flow under thick ice, and even the pounding of the heart was delayed by half a beat.

A fleeting glimpse: a passenger gripping the metal railing, the next second his entire arm frosted over and snapped off;
The other person desperately opened his mouth to shout, but his breath turned into ice crystals. Before he could even scream, he froze and floated up.

The body of the God of Fate also began to be thrown away.

Frosty mist rolled, stretching his shadow long, as if he might be swallowed by the void at any moment.

"—That's enough."

he whispered.

The void beneath their feet suddenly lit up with a chessboard-like pattern of white and black.

The chess squares spread out from beneath his feet, as if someone were placing pieces on an invisible tabletop.

The chessboard-like structure floated in mid-air, steadily supporting his body and allowing him to regain his sense of "ground".

"On the chessboard, pieces are placed; truth and falsehood are spoken."

Si Ming stretched out his hand, and a playing card slowly floated and spun in the wind.

The playing cards transformed into white light and embedded themselves into the edge of the chessboard.

Boom— The chessboard, like a layer of domain, was forcibly expanded, tearing out a stable space under the crushing force of frost and vacuum.

His breathing returned, and his vision cleared again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that everyone else was also trying to survive.
Some people unleashed fiery domains to repel the icy breath; others transformed their arms into wings to forcefully vibrate the air and maintain airflow; still others summoned giant beasts to block the vacuum with monster flesh and blood.

The girl with pigtails let out a cold laugh in the frosty mist, flicking her fingers to detonate three explosives in succession, using the force of the explosions to forcefully alter the gravitational potential difference three times.
Carrying her lollipop and blood and fire, she staggered back to the inner carriage.

She still exists, and remains a dangerous foreshadowing.

But some passengers don't have that kind of power.

They were thrown into the vacuum, struggling and shattering in silence, their scoreboards flashing a gray light before going out.

Si Ming, wearing a clown mask, silently watched the carnage unfold before him.

He whispered:

"Star Calamity is thirsty... Today it's his turn to fall first."

As the chessboard expanded, he took a step forward, and the illusory squares beneath his feet extended into the vacuum and frost, pointing directly at the colossal dragon shadow.

The dragon's shadow roared, its language completely collapsing, its eyes turning blood red.

The girl with twin ponytails murmured, "...It's over. The asteroid catastrophe, he... has gone out of control."

Just as the group had temporarily stabilized the situation, Si Ming looked up and, through the cracked roof, saw the direction of the train's engine in the distance—

A gentleman in a black tuxedo stood silently at the hood of the car, holding a long staff. He was like the referee in this hunting game, watching the dragon and the slaughter without moving an inch.

His voice echoed throughout the entire carriage, cold and indifferent:
"The train will arrive at its destination in twenty minutes."

"Only three people were allowed to get off the bus."

The dragon's roar mingled with human voices, reigniting the countdown to death.

The girl with pigtails closest to Si Ming had a lollipop in her mouth and a wicked smile played at the corner of her eye.

She tilted her head: "Hey, although I don't want to say it... but at least until we deal with this big guy, shall we temporarily join forces?"

Si Ming gazed at her, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

"it is good."

boom--!
The massive body of the frost dragon rolled along the outer shell of the carriage, its scales crushing the metal, leaving the carriage creased like cardboard.

With a snap of the dragon claw, the entire carriage emitted a piercing "crack" and a scattering of sparks.

Two or three passengers roared and launched the first attack.

A mysterious ray of light unfurled from their backs, like an angel breaking the dawn, and then towering flames covered the dragon's belly.

The other person summoned a blazing array of runes, and a rain of exploding meteors bombarded the dragon's wings.

Boom boom boom!
The explosions and bursts of light were continuous, as dazzling as celebratory fireworks.

But the dragon only roared.

Its scales were grayish-blue, its belly armor layered, and all its attacks only stirred up white, misty ice shards on its surface. This only made it more ferocious.

"Chessboard - paving the way."

The God of Fate whispered.

The black and white checkerboard pattern underfoot extended, quickly forming a road that spanned the cracked roof of the car.

The chess piece knight emerged from the misty chessboard, spear raised, and charged toward the dragon's throat.

"May I lend you my way?"

The girl with twin ponytails laughed crisply, flicking her fingers to send bomb sprites flying out with a jingling sound. They attached themselves to the knight's armor and the tip of his spear, gleaming with scarlet flame runes.

boom--!
The knight charged forward, unleashing a barrage of blood and fire bombs, aiming straight for the dragon's neck.

The dragon roared, and the icy spines on its back suddenly stood up.

It suddenly shook its head, and the outer shell of the carriage was instantly torn apart, with metal pieces flying like snowflakes.

More passengers joined the attack:

Some transformed into giant bears to pounce, while others unleashed a rain of spears interwoven with ice and fire.

For a brief moment, the entire space above the carriage became a frenzied spectacle of light and shadow, fire and steel.

at this time--

The dragon inhaled sharply.

The air suddenly turned cold and still, and all the flames froze in mid-air, flickering and then going out.

"retreat!"

The chessboard of the God of Fate suddenly shrank, and the chess pieces protected him and the girl.

The next second, the frost dragon opened its mouth and breathed out like a white torrent.

Frosty breath covered the entire carriage; wherever it passed, metal instantly became brittle, and blood instantly froze.

boom--!
Everything was swallowed up by the cold light.

boom--!
A white torrent poured down.

That was not wind, not fog, but death itself.

As the frost passed, the air froze first, and the sound was delayed by half a beat, like an echo frozen in amber.

The fiery meteorite froze in mid-air, instantly turning into brittle ice crystals.

Blood crystallized in the blood vessels, and the broken heartbeat shattered like glass.

The passenger's scream was cut short by the frost before it could even utter half a syllable.

Their figures froze in the starting, punching, screaming, and head-protecting poses—then all of them froze.

In an instant, a train carriage was transformed into a group portrait of ice sculptures: ferocity, fear, and despair, frozen in time.

Click, click——

Frost spread, the rails groaned, the metal molecules were forced to freeze, and cracks covered the entire train body.

The black and white squares of the chessboard trembled violently. Si Ming stood at the center of the chessboard, breathing rapidly beneath his white clown mask.

He struggled to raise his hand, and the illusory chess pieces erected a misty barrier, keeping the frost away.

Outside the barrier, the world had already vanished.

"Tsk, I almost lost my life."

The girl with pigtails had a stiff smile, her fingers trembled slightly, and the lollipop fell to the ground and froze into a crystal-clear piece.

The fire bombs surrounding her had long since extinguished, leaving only a few embers flickering in the cold wind.

Very few survived.

A man who summoned a giant bear had half his body frozen off and was barely clinging to life by a mysterious, lingering light.

Another female sorcerer wielding a sword was swept by the frost breath, her entire arm turning into a transparent ice sculpture, her face deathly pale.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with only numbness and despair.

Boom——

The dragon roared, its wings flapped, and the vehicle tore apart once more.

In its chest and eyes, there was no longer any reason, only bestiality and the instinct for destruction.

—The star calamity of hunger has arrived, and the cloak of civilization has been utterly torn apart.

A single catastrophic event falling into the abyss is enough to turn an entire killing train into a graveyard.

When the gifts of the stars have burned out,
Gods fell and became beasts.
Wild beasts running rampant bring disaster.

A single breath of frost marks the end of civilization.

—Commentary on the Thirst and Hunger of the Black Book of the Tower of the End

(End of this chapter)