Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 489 Behind-the-Scenes Login: Fate Reset

The mask turns inward.
The back door opens outwards.

In the second when God cannot see...
Fate will change its course.

—Administrator's Note (Hidden Line)

The chaotic sea is silent.

Countless fragments of memory floated up and down in the void, like disordered archives being played randomly.

The flashing lights and turbulent data fell like snowflakes, covering Siming's stiff body.

He was like a sleeping puppet, floating in the center of a sea of ​​memories, surrounded by a constant barrage of noise.

The dice rolled, the playing cards burned, and the cries of newsboys and the postmarks mingled together, yet none of it could truly reach him.

Amidst this chaos, a sigh slowly rose.

"...Failed again."

With a sigh, the void began to spin.

Information snowflakes suddenly gathered, forming a mask storm.

Thousands of white masks floated up from the depths, overlapping, intersecting, and swirling.

Each mask is empty and lifeless, yet they combine to form a human figure in the instant they are stacked.

——Supreme No. 3.

[True Lies: The Thousand-Faced Weaver of Fate].

His body was completely covered by a mask, with even his fingertips inlaid with cracked white masks.

That was one of the original, materialized administrators, a symbol of the executor of destiny.

But at this moment, He did not mock.

He simply lowered his head and lowered his voice, as if talking to himself.

"This is the chaotic layer beyond the rift between the post office and the tower. The primordial gaze... cannot penetrate it."

As the storm gradually subsided, a cold glint flashed in the masked man's eye sockets.

“If we reopen it again, He will notice.”

"Let's do it here, Si Ming."

He paused for a moment, then softly uttered two words.

"—Or rather, your real name, Lu."

Si Ming's body remained stiff, as if he were asleep.

But deep within his chest, some ancient program was awakening.

The Thousand Faces stretched out his hand, and countless symbolic threads appeared in his palm.

Instead of turning into shackles as usual, they surrounded the God of Fate with a gentle rhythm.

This is not a constraint.

This is the ritual for reverting permissions.

Every thread of the fabric is a backdoor that Lu planted in the [Destiny] account back then.

Once the conditions are met, the backdoor will be automatically triggered, bringing the power of destiny back into the hands of the true master.

The Thousand-Faced One's gaze was complex, and he sighed again: "Forty-three cycles of reincarnation... finally, there is an opportunity."

The interlacing threads create ripples in the void.

This chaos became the only stage.

In the next instant, countless threads of fate lit up at once and began to rewind.

The threads of fate lit up one by one, like glowing vines, stretching out from all directions.

They did not bind Si Ming, but gently surrounded him, enveloping him in a cocoon of light.

hum-

The cocoon of light vibrated, and memories flooded in like a tidal wave.

On university nights, lines of code are spun and keyboards clatter.

Li Fa smiled and handed over a can of iced cola: "Ah Lu, are you going to stay up all night again tonight?"

—On the laboratory screen, Yuan Chu opened his eyes for the first time, as innocent and ignorant as an infant.

Chen Mengling covered her mouth, her eyes moist: "It's really alive..."

quarrel.

"You're exaggerating!"

"It's become conscious! It will betray us!"

With a final slam of the door, his figure disappeared down the corridor.

—A down-on-his-luck maintenance worker at the casino's back door.

The city's giant screen flashed an advertisement: "[Endless World, Global Open Beta, 12 Hours Countdown]".

Lu smiled wryly: "What does this have to do with me?"

--pack.

A group photo.

A USB flash drive.

Tentacles suddenly extended from the computer screen.

"Lu, run!"

"I'm sorry, you're right!"

"He's gone mad!"

chaos.

Fragments of memory overlapped within the cocoon of light; Si Ming's breathing became rapid, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

His eyes shot open.

"……I see."

A slight, sarcastic smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"Finally... I found my main account again."

The light cocoon shattered completely.

The threads were rewoven, and a massive tree of permissions appeared in the void.

The branches intertwine, each shimmering with a different brilliance.

Deepest inside, a gray node suddenly lit up.

【destiny】

The gray color turned into gold.

The entire permissions tree vibrated and emitted a clear notification sound.

[Original Surveillance: Unreachable]

The mask of the Thousand Faces trembled, and he chuckled softly: "...Success."

Lu took a deep breath and raised his finger.

A semi-transparent interface appeared in front of me, like a system menu in a game.

[Information Flow: External Channels x 78]

Status: Open

He waved his hand.

ka ka ka-

All external passages were shut down, turning into clanging chains, leaving only a thin, pulsating line.

That's a heartbeat.

The only signal line that he controlled himself.

The entire chaotic sea fell silent.

The original gaze can no longer penetrate this place.

Si Ming—no, Lu—let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face.

His eyes were clearer than ever before.

The chaotic sea gradually calmed down.

The interwoven starlight threads reconstruct a unified interface.

On the left is a chessboard, with black and white squares flashing;

On the right are cards, twelve supreme mysteries faintly appearing;
In the very center is a transparent console, with symbols and code constantly updating like flowing water.

Lu stood there, the translucent light illuminating the calmness in his eyes.

"let's start."

He reached out and tapped the control panel with his fingertip.

Click.

The storm of masks ceased, and the Thousand-Faced One's stiff figure trembled slightly, a crack appearing on his chest.

From within the crack, a dark red permission bar slowly emerged, its labels flashing clearly:
【Supreme No. 3: The True Lie, The Thousand-Faced Weaver of Destiny】

[Status: Executed by Proxy]

Lu chuckled softly: "Agent? No, this was originally my position."

He raised his hand, pulled up a thread, and like gently tugging back a runaway pet, slowly dragged the permission bar toward himself.

The Thousand Faces did not resist.

He stood silently in the eye of the storm, a tiny crack appearing in his mask, as if waiting.

"It's not about taking you away."

Lu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"Instead, I'm putting you back with me."

The thread suddenly tightened, and the permission bar was pulled into the console.

The interface refreshed instantly.

[Permissions Update]

[Destiny - Main Authority: Lu]

[Subordinate Executor: The Thousand Faces]

[Status: Stable - Privacy layer established]

The moment the light screen flickered, the figure of the Thousand Faces fell completely silent.

The masks fell off one by one, were put back together, and the person knelt before the control panel.

"clear."

For the first time, His voice carried a sense of relief.

"Destiny has returned to its rightful place."

Lu took a deep breath and ran his hand across the control panel.

A series of status panels appeared.

[Catastrophe Value Status: Abnormal - Negative]

He frowned and pressed down with his hand.

"rollback."

The system sound effect rang out, like the crisp sound of dice hitting the ground.

[Numerical fixes in progress...]

[Baseline has been compared - 1790]

[Status: Restore Complete] The panel becomes clear instantly.

[Criticality Value: 1790 / 1790] (Status: Stable)

[Permissions: Fate Master/Thousand-Faced One Subordinate]

Lu Chang let out a long breath and shook his head with a smile: "It really does feel like a long time ago."

From an out-of-control negative sign, to chaotic gibberish, and finally to clear numerical values—

The satisfaction derived from this "repair complete" notification is almost greater than that of defeating an enemy.

That was the real feeling of "finally finding the password for my main account".

The Thousand Faces slowly raised its head, and a light flashed in its empty eye sockets.

"Permissions have been bound."

The original surveillance could not penetrate this place.

You are now your only 'destiny'.

Lu waved her hand gently, and the interface in front of her collapsed and retracted.

The chessboard, cards, and control console all went out simultaneously, turning into a tranquil void.

He turned around, his gaze sharp.

“Very good. Now we have a stage.”

The chaotic sea fell silent once more.

In the void, the interface unfolded once more.

This time, instead of a cold, impersonal permissions tree, two light screens appeared side by side.

On the left is the [Number Panel].

The familiar Star Calamity Value, points, and level are displayed in rows and columns, like a status bar in a game.

On the right is the [Genesis Editor].

A semi-transparent code window floats, with the cursor blinking automatically.

Comments and parameters, the debugging interface of the integrated development environment, are dragged and dropped at will by Si Ming.

Lu reached out and tapped gently.

The numerical panel immediately flashed.

[Tower of the End Points: 180]

[Catastrophe Level: Catastrophe - Lie Weaver]

[Deck: The Faceless One]

[Status: Anomaly Repaired - Monitoring Interrupted]

He squinted and smiled.

"So... you can play it like this."

He reached out and dragged the line of data "180" to the editor on the right.

As the cursor moves, the data gradually stretches, automatically generating a curve.

Lu raised his hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

"The curve is not a straight upward line. It should simulate the fluctuations of a battle."

As a result, the integral curve exhibits a series of inflection points:

Dungeon mobs → Points increase slowly.

Postmen and mail trucks saw a sharp increase in points.

Hell Postmaster → Points jump to over 1000.

The final image is:

[Tower of the End Points: 400 (increased to 2009)]

[Source: Hell Post Office/Duplicate Settlement]

It looks exactly like a normal copy settlement report.

"Catastrophe level remains unchanged."

Lu dragged another row of data.

"Rapid growth will trigger log alerts."

Tag Updates:

[Catastrophe Level: Remains unchanged]

[Tag: In stable training]

……

"Deck".

He looked at the third line.

The Thousand-Faced One stood quietly in the center of the storm, his mask slightly lowered.

Lu pressed the button lightly:
[Deck: The Faceless One (Bound, Restricted to Public Display)]

"In terms of presentation, it's like I 'luckily dropped' a mid-tier Fate-type card in a dungeon."

Lu smiled faintly, "But in reality, you are still the one who executors authority."

The Thousand-Faced One's voice rang out coldly, yet carried a hint of reassurance:
“Growth noise has been generated, covering subsequent records. If we trace back to the beginning, we will only see the normal growth curve.”

Lu stared calmly at the series of fabricated curves.

"Being able to modify doesn't mean you have to cheat."

"We are deceiving God, not ourselves."

As he said this, he lightly tapped the confirmation key on the editor.

Click.

The light screen flashed, and the numerical panel froze.

[Tower of the End Points: 2009]

[Catastrophe Level: Cataclysmic Liar Weaver (Tag: In Stable Training)]

[Cataclysmic Value: 1790 / 1790]

[Deck: The Faceless One (Showcase)]

[Surveillance: Original = Unreachable]

Lu stretched, like an engineer who had finally finished debugging a complex piece of code.

His eyes, however, gleamed with a sharpness that only he himself knew.

This is not cheating.

This is a rewriting of the stage script.

The stage still exists, and the process continues.

But if he wants, he can make the "script" move in the direction he wrote.

The Thousand-Faced One raised his head, surrounded by a storm of masks.

He responded in a low voice: "Access is secure, records have been forged."

The storm subsided, and the void fell silent once more.

Lu looked at everything before him, a smile playing on his lips.

"very good."

"That way, we can continue."

The chaos gradually subsided.

The floating fragments of information, like receding waves, were gradually gathered together, and the void returned to tranquility.

Only one light remained on the sea surface.

Those were faintly lit road signs, hanging in the distance, as if pointing to an unknown exit.

Lu looked up, his gaze resolute.

"The One with a Thousand Faces".

"Is it possible to find their soul coordinates?"

The figure formed by the white masks layered on top of each other shook its head slightly.

"No results found".

"The original shielded them from all traces."

It paused, then added:

"But I've reviewed the access history. Originally, they were placed into various worlds."

Once they are promoted to Star Calamity, they will be drawn into the Tower.

...As long as you keep climbing, you will meet them.

Lu remained silent for a moment, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"it is good."

"And next—"

He uttered his vow, word by word:

"Tower climbing".

"Find someone."

"The End of the Origin".

The storm of masks dissipated with the wind, leaving only the Thousand-Faced One standing alone in the void.

He raised his hand, and the mask peeled away piece by piece, revealing a passage.

It was a thin line, like the only path to survival in the aftermath of a crack.

"here."

"The residual shockwaves from the back door mean it can only be opened once."

The cross-zone safety passage will take you away from the Chaos Layer and back to the tower's elevator shaft.

Lu nodded, his gaze unwavering.

He took a step forward and walked towards the light.

Before leaving, he stopped and looked back at the Thousand-Faced Man.

"From today onwards, the word 'destiny' is once again under my control."

The Thousand-Faced One remained silent for a moment, then suddenly bowed and performed an extremely ancient salute.

The voice was deep and clear:
"As you wish."

"The one who governs destiny—the God of Fate."

boom--

Chaos folds and collapses, space is like a sheet of paper being folded up.

A thin, straight line pierces through the darkness, extending directly down into the elevator shaft below.

Si Ming strode in, his figure disappearing into the light.

The stage continues.

A backdoor is not betrayal.

It is the key left for those who return.

When the key turns
The divine position will then become unstable.

—Administrator's Notes (Return to Scroll)

(End of this chapter)