Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 501 The Reflection King: Sazaras Appears

A broken mirror gives rise to life, while gathered reflections create a king.

Who writes the world's reflection?

Who looks down upon mortals?
When the stars are touched
The sound of deer hooves echoed in the starlight.

—The Secret Canon of Mirror Lake

"The interplay of reality and illusion—"

The moment Si Ming stepped into the tomb, he murmured a chant, and with a flick of his finger, the light grid of the chessboard suddenly collapsed.

The intertwined black and white shadows went out simultaneously, and the figures of the three people and their clones overlapped and shifted in an instant.

Light and darkness rapidly reversed, as if someone had suddenly turned a painting upside down, and the world was transformed in an instant.

The next second, their footsteps landed steadily in another space.

Tomb chamber.

The actual tomb chamber.

Unlike lakesides outside, there is no mist or insect chirping here.

It is surrounded by seven walls, presenting an eerie symmetry.

The symbols embossed on the wall are distorted and blurred, like some kind of language that does not belong to mortals.

They emitted a cold light, as if they might come to life at any moment.

In the center of the tomb chamber, a statue stands silently.

That was a deer.

Carved from transparent crystal, its smooth lines make it seem as if a true deity has been frozen in time.

Light shimmered within the crystal, as if it contained some indescribable power.

The most striking feature is the pair of antlers.

Like pure star crystals, it shimmers with a cold, sharp light.

It's as if reminding all intruders—they are the real targets.

"That's it."

Xiao Lianyin spoke in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the deer-shaped statue.

Her intuition told her that the "Horns of Sazeroth" in the dungeon quest was located on those two antlers.

The air was still, and our breaths froze.

The seven walls seemed to be watching them, indifferent and solemn.

The three of them stood still, none of them moving.

Even with the target so close at hand, no one dared to make a rash move.

Because they all understood in their hearts:
The real test of this instance has only just begun.

The tomb was deathly silent; even breathing was muffled.

Logically speaking, Xiao Jinyan should have been the first to rush to the center and reach out to grab the pair of glistening antlers.

But he didn't move.

Instead, he turned around and his gaze was drawn to the seven walls.

The patterns on the wall are completely different from those of ordinary tomb paintings.

It doesn't depict people, flowers, or birds, nor does it contain any narrative.

It's all garbled text.

The distorted curves and misplaced symbols look as if someone has forcibly pieced together countless different languages, creating a work that is both irregular and extremely bizarre.

Some resemble broken numbers;

Some look like broken letters;

Others are completely unrecognizable, like symbols forcibly squeezed out of chaos.

Xiao Jinyan stared blankly, then reached out and slowly stroked the characters that shimmered with cold light with his fingertips.

His gaze gradually became unfocused, as if drawn by some kind of force.

"it's wired……"

His voice rose softly.

"Why... do I feel like they're familiar?"

"It's as if... I designed it myself?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the tomb chamber grew even colder.

Xiao Lianyin was stunned for a moment, then rubbed her forehead and sighed deeply.

"here we go again……"

She shook her head, her eyes filled with helplessness and doting, as if she had already gotten used to her younger brother's occasional "juvenile delusions."

She was too lazy to argue with him, but simply turned to look at Si Ming, her tone resolute:
"Never mind him for now. Si Ming, check if there are any traps here."

"If not, we'll get the antlers as soon as possible, complete the dungeon, and leave this place."

Si Ming stared silently at the wall, a faint flicker of emotion flashing in his eyes beneath the white clown mask.

familiar?

design?

Perhaps this is not just the ramblings of a teenager with delusions of grandeur.

But he didn't say anything.

He simply nodded slightly and raised his hand to move the chess pieces.

The lake-like light and shadow reappeared, and the three chess pieces slowly walked towards the center of the tomb chamber.

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

Si Ming raised his hand, and the light and shadow of the chessboard quietly appeared beneath his feet.

Three chess pieces slowly rose from the chessboard, looking exactly like them, except their smiles were stiff and their eyes were empty.

"go."

The God of Fate gave a low command.

The chess pieces stepped forward in unison, heading towards the deer-shaped crystal statue in the center of the tomb.

In the silence, only the sound of footsteps echoed between the stone walls, the vast emptiness sending shivers down one's spine.

Xiao Lianyin subconsciously held her breath, her fingertips pressed against the hilt of her sword, her body leaning slightly forward, ready to counterattack at any moment.

Xiao Jinyan remained leaning against the wall, his fingertips still resting on the garbled symbols, but his eyes were fixed on the statue, not daring to blink.

The air seemed to freeze, time seemed to stretch out, and every step felt as heavy as the beating of a drum.

The light screen unfolded before the God of Fate.

The screen simultaneously displays the perspectives of the three chess pieces.

The one at the very front is precisely the illusion of "Si Ming".

He stood before the statue, the white clown mask hollow, reflecting the crystalline brilliance, and slowly raised his arms.

My fingertips brushed across the air and landed on those glistening antlers.

The temperature in the entire tomb chamber suddenly dropped.

A chilling sensation seemed to seep into the air, and even the garbled characters on the wall shimmered with a strange light.

It's as if some hidden mechanism is being gradually triggered with the movement of the chess pieces.

Xiao Lianyin's heart tightened, her voice was extremely soft, yet it couldn't hide her nervousness:

“…It’s about to begin.”

Si Ming remained motionless, simply gazing at himself on the screen.

His voice was low and deep, like a pronouncement of fate:

"Take it."

The chess piece stretched out its hand, its fingertips gripping the pair of antlers.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the tomb chamber became extremely tense. The air seemed to hold its breath, awaiting an irreversible moment.

Xiao Jinyan finally came to her senses, her eyes widened, and her heart pounded.

He murmured unconsciously:

"It's...coming..."

The moment the chess piece's fingertip touched the deer antlers.

"what--!"

Xiao Jinyan suddenly looked up, and a painful roar abruptly shattered the silence of the tomb.

His body convulsed violently, and he clutched his head tightly with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp.

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression was filled with extreme terror.

The garbled characters on the wall suddenly lit up, and a strange ripple spread out.

A sphere of light slowly emerged from one of the symbolic cracks.

It wasn't just light; it was composed of countless garbled symbols, its surface distorted, flickering like a malfunctioning program.

"Zi-Zi-"

A piercing noise followed, as if countless whispers were forcibly mixed together.

The ball of light struggled violently, yet it struck Xiao Jinyan's forehead with perfect accuracy.

"do not want!"

Xiao Lianyin's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart clenched tightly.

She desperately reached out to stop it, but the ball of light passed through the air and entered Xiao Jinyan's head without any hindrance!
"Ahhhh——!"

The boy screamed in agony, his voice so hoarse it sounded like his throat was about to tear apart.

All the muscles in his body stiffened from the excruciating pain, veins bulged, and blood vessels seemed about to burst through his skin.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly went vacant, his whole body convulsed violently a few times, and then he collapsed limply.

Passed out.

"Words of caution!"

Xiao Lianyin rushed over in a panic, grabbed her younger brother, and her voice trembled with anger, almost tearing her throat apart.

Her eyes were red, and her hands trembled as she reached out to his face, trying to wake him up.

The boy's breathing was disordered, and his face was pale, as if some force had forcibly ripped out a part of his soul.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the "Fate Master" piece continued its movements.

Amid the boy's screams and fainting, it coldly reached out and slowly removed the pair of glistening antlers.

"Click——"

The moment the antlers were pulled out, the air in the entire tomb chamber suddenly tightened, as if some sleeping entity had been completely awakened.

The crystal statue emitted a deep rumble, and the shattered light scattered like shooting stars.

The light and shadow around the three of them were completely distorted.

A sense of oppression washed over me like a tidal wave.

Holding her unconscious younger brother, Xiao Lianyin looked up, her gaze fixed on the sky above the tomb chamber.

Because there, something is slowly descending.

The silence of the tomb was abruptly shattered by a mocking laugh.

The laughter was unhurried, with a leisurely, playful tone, yet it contained a chilling coldness capable of freezing the air.

"Oh, isn't this...Si Ming?"

The sound rolled down from the void above the tomb chamber, as if it came from the other side of the mirror.

"Our old friend."

"The Lord of Destiny, the Supreme Holder of a Thousand Faces."

"Click——"

Suddenly, the ceiling of the tomb cracked, and countless mirror-like fragments fell from the void.

They floated in mid-air, reflecting the light from the tomb chamber and refracting countless afterimages and illusions.

Starlight twinkled within, like a shattered Milky Way.

From the interplay of those lenses and starlight, a colossal figure slowly emerged.

A deer.

The entire body is made of glass fragments and mirrors pieced together. Wherever the four hooves step, shattered light scatters, like stars exploding.

Each step it took was accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, yet it seemed to crush everyone's hearts.

The antlers gleamed, as if formed from galaxies, and were incredibly cold.

That was the stride of a king, carrying an overwhelming aura.

"Sazarras".

Si Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression beneath the white clown mask unfathomable.

The King's Reflection.

Supreme No.6.

The manager under the world's command.

His name seemed to echo repeatedly on the stone walls and in the void of the tomb.

Guanglu lowered his head, his eyes like shattered mirrors, a mocking smile emanating from between his antlers.

"Oh, Lord of Fate..."

"In Alleston, you reversed the Mirror Lake Feast."

"It forced me to be unable to enjoy that grand feast in the mortal world."

"The culprit that made me lose my appetite..."

The mirror light beneath His hooves suddenly spread, reflecting the cries of countless souls in the mortal world, before shattering in an instant.

"Now, you've delivered yourself right to my door."

Guanglu chuckled softly, his voice echoing in the tomb chamber, like the cold mockery of a god.

"This is... an unexpected pleasure."

Xiao Lianyin held her unconscious brother tightly, her voice weak, yet she couldn't help but speak:
"Si Ming?...Your enemy?"

Her gaze was fixed on the towering figure in front of her, and an indescribable sense of oppression rose in her heart.

Si Ming gave a slight bitter smile, his shoulders shrugged slightly, as if he had expected this moment.

"no way."

He uttered three words softly, but his gaze was as cold as ice as he stared straight at the luminous deer.

Inside the tomb, the air was completely frozen.

The gazes of mortals and the supreme collide in the interplay of light and shadow.

Starlight, mirrors, and shattered reflections all froze in that instant.

Only—

An impending deadly crisis.

War is imminent.

The deer trampled the broken mirror.

Mortals look up.

Fate and reflection

In the seven-walled tomb chamber,
The truth will eventually be revealed.

—The Supreme Inscription, Volume VI

(End of this chapter)