Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 503 The Creator Returns: The Awakening of Words

When the deer's cry turns into mournful weeping
When the lens peels off and turns to dust
The boy's smile
That is, the command of the Creator.

—From "Reflection Backup Log: Fragments"

The tomb chamber roared, and fragments of light refracted.

The stag's head in Sazeroth split open completely, transforming into a chilling, gaping maw.

Its bared teeth were menacing, and its tentacles shot out like mad snakes, piercing fiercely through the abdomens of Si Ming and Xiao Lianyin.

"puff--!"

Blood splattered.

The two were held aloft, their blood dripping onto the stone wall with a cold, persistent sound.

The air was thick with the smell of death, as if they would become the supreme prey of this supreme being in the next instant.

Unspeakable whispers echoed around the tomb.

The sound was like shattered scriptures, or the murmurs of millions of souls, oppressing the mind and almost crushing consciousness.

Si Ming's vision blurred, his white clown mask stained with blood, and his breathing became rapid.

Xiao Lianyin had already fainted, her body hanging limply on the tentacles.

--despair.

Right now.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The unconscious boy slowly opened his eyes.

Xiao Jinyan.

He still held the sword sheath, but his eyes had completely changed.

There was no confusion or fear in his eyes, only a chilling brilliance.

A slow, mischievous smile crept onto his lips.

"My number..."

He spoke softly, but his voice shattered the silence of the tomb like thunder.

"It should be returned to me."

Sazaras's deer-like eyes narrowed suddenly.

An unprecedented fear surged through His crystalline body like an electric current.

He instinctively shook his antlers and let out a sharp cry.

Immediately, driven by instinct, it swung violently, throwing Si Ming and Xiao Lianyin off its tentacles and into the distance.

The two crashed heavily to the ground, blood spreading everywhere, but they had finally escaped the jaws of death.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Sazarras roared again, his tentacles lunging at the boy.

That was a fatal blow, enough to tear everything apart.

however--

The tentacles froze abruptly just as they were about to touch Xiao Jinyan.

It was as if their authority had been stripped away, and their power of life and death had vanished instantly.

"Zi-Zi-"

The surface of the tentacles was covered with garbled data cracks, as if the connection with the source had been forcibly severed.

They froze in mid-air, unable to move forward even an inch.

Xiao Jinyan raised his eyes, his mischievous smile undiminished, his voice low and teasing:
"Sazarras".

"It's time to change the host of the game."

The atmosphere in the tomb chamber was completely turned upside down at this moment.

Looking down upon mortals from the highest place—

They allow mortals to assume the role of creators and strip away supreme power.

The real reversal has finally begun.

The tomb was silent, with only shards of light floating in the air.

Xiao Jinyan slowly raised his hand, extended one finger, and gently tapped it.

There were no roars, no complicated incantations.

It's just an extremely simple action.

"Click——"

A sharp crack, like glass shattering.

Sazarras's entire body shimmered, and the outer layer of the lens suddenly trembled, then—it peeled off!
One piece after another, like shed glass shells.

They left the deer's body, transforming into countless streams of data, carrying garbled symbols and emitting a "buzzing" sound.

The stream of light twisted in the void, converging into a dazzling torrent that surged straight toward Xiao Jinyan.

"This is impossible!"

Sazaras's eyes narrowed sharply, his voice filled with an unprecedented panic.

He trembled all over, his antlers shimmering with starlight, yet he could no longer resist the irreversible deprivation.

Authority, power, source—

All the powers He once took pride in, powers that allowed Him to look down upon the calamities of the stars,

At this moment, it is being completely plundered!

"You...no...!"

His voice gradually changed from a roar to a wail.

The deer stomped down heavily, sending fragments flying, but it was powerless to stop it.

In the end, He could only utter those trembling words in despair:
"No...the Creator...speaks?!"

The lenses peeled away layer by layer, transforming into streams of data that flew towards the boy.

The boy hugged the sword sheath, his wicked smile unchanged, but his eyes held a chilling composure.

He simply stood there, as if he were born to be on this stage.

On the other side, Si Ming slowly propped himself up and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He weakly got up, but his gaze remained fixed on Jin Yan, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"If you hadn't woken up any slower..."

"Your sister and I are both finished."

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a familiar, teasing tone.

Upon hearing this, Jin Yan shrugged, smiled lightly, and spoke in a lazy tone:

"Brother Lu."

"You wouldn't log off so easily, would you?"

The atmosphere in the tomb chamber was completely reversed.

The oppression of mortals from a position of supreme power has transformed into a judgment by which the creator reclaims authority.

And for the first time, Sazeroth truly felt "fear".

Sazarras's stag eyes widened suddenly.

He finally pieced together the truth:

The Lord of Destiny—Lu.

Lord of Reflections—Words.

The boy before them was no ordinary celestial disaster, but the return of the true form of "Creator Yan"!

Fear spread through His body like venom.

Sazarras suddenly raised his head, his antlers exploding into countless fragments of light, his hooves pounding rapidly, as if trying to break free from this space.

"Yo-yo-yo!"

The cries of the deer burst forth from His mouth.

It was no longer just sound waves, but coded scriptures.

Each deer cry transforms into countless flashing characters, carrying streams of data, desperately crashing against the walls of the tomb.

That was a cry for help.

That was the original communication.

He wants to spread the message of "the Creator's Awakening"!
However, just as those strings of characters pierced the air, about to burst out of the tomb—

"cut."

The boy sneered.

Xiao Jinyan shook his head dismissively, hugging his sword sheath, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Sazarras".

"After working under me for so long, you still can't figure out a communication port?"

He raised his hand, his five fingers slowly closing. Boom—

The void suddenly contracted, as if the entire tomb had become a black box of information.

The strings of flying characters, just about to burst forth, seemed to crash into a transparent wall of light.

“Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—”

The data stream flickered wildly, but it was powerless to make any further progress.

next moment.

"Crack!"

The boy clenched his fist suddenly.

The characters shattered all at once, turning into stardust that gently drifted through the tomb.

Silent, without a sound, utterly annihilated.

"How...how is it possible!"

The stag's cry of Sazeroth abruptly ceased, and His body trembled violently.

This tomb chamber was completely blocked from all external signals.

Jin Yan smiled faintly, but his voice was cold.
"here……"

"The Tomb of the Seven was originally an information encryption room built specifically for backing up data when I last appeared."

He glanced at Sazarras sideways, as if he were looking at a stupid clown.

"You actually dare to descend upon this place?"

"This is not opportunism."

"This is—walking right into a trap."

The stag's antlers suddenly dimmed, and for the first time, it let out a low, mournful cry.

Fear completely enveloped the supreme figure.

The lenses on Sazarras' body had been completely removed, leaving only the remains of the Light Deer, curled up on the ground.

His antlers were dull, his eyes were lifeless, and his voice was low, as if he were begging for forgiveness:
"I...am...the Supreme..."

In the low, mournful cries of the deer, there was no longer any majesty, only humility.

Jin Yan hugged the sword sheath and looked up at his side.

"Brother Lu."

His smile held a playful quality, yet it also revealed a long-lost seriousness.

"So, what do you think we should do with this thing?"

Si Ming remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head and gazed at the supreme being.

Beneath the white clown mask, his eyes were deep and cold.

“If we erase it directly, we’ll be able to detect something amiss.”

"You suppress it first, and I'll make the changes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Si Ming raised his hand.

boom--

The void trembled, and a huge white mask suddenly appeared, rotating and transforming into countless data lines, forming a floating control panel.

The mask cracked open, revealing a cold face that bowed respectfully.

"【The Thousand Faces: The True Lies】—Activated."

"The work platform has been launched."

“Target: Supreme No. 6, Reflection King, Sazarras.”

"The protection system has been cracked. Please use it, master."

Siming's hands flew across the screen, his gestures like weaving a vast web of data.

With each touch of his fingertip, the runes transformed into lines of code, covering Sazarras's body.

"Rewrite the underlying permissions..."

"Bind a new master controller ID..."

"Clean up the original tracking nodes..."

On the light screen, constantly flashing characters fell like raindrops, illuminating the seven walls of the tomb chamber as bright as day.

At the same time, Jin Yan slightly raised her hand, and starlight appeared.

He muttered a spell under his breath and drew a virtual window with his hand.

Fake image.

In the scene, Sazeroth still stands majestically in the tomb, toying with several fake "player" illusions, with taunts and feedback signals emanating simultaneously.

Every piece of outgoing data is intercepted by Jinyan, re-encrypted, and then sent out disguised.

"Tsk."

Jin Yan grinned mischievously and tilted his head: "Simply put, Brother Lu, you're changing your password, and I'm disconnecting from the internet."

Si Ming didn't look up, and replied with a cold laugh: "A battle of hackers behind the scenes. Don't worry, I'm quick to act."

The two worked together efficiently, precisely, and skillfully.

It was as if they had rehearsed this scene countless times.

The code on the screen gradually stabilized, and the data stream slowly seeped into Sazaras's body.

The once invincible stag trembled and lay prostrate on the ground, as if awaiting its fate.

The air in the tomb gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of keystrokes and the low murmur of starlight.

The highest authority is being rewritten.

The flowing light of the characters on the screen gradually stabilized, and the last line of code sank into the void.

"Om-"

The light screen closed, turning into countless white fragments that slowly dissipated.

Si Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his voice low but filled with relief:

"It's done."

The center of the tomb chamber.

The antlers of Sazeroth had completely dimmed, and its once dazzling body had lost its imposing presence; it knelt on the ground.

His glassy eyes were now empty and lifeless, filled only with submission and obedience.

The "Reflection King," who once reigned supreme over mortals, has now become a rewritten entity.

Xiao Jinyan walked forward slowly, hugging the sword sheath, but his gaze was surprisingly calm.

He raised his hand and gently patted the stag's head that Sazeroth was bowing down.

"Bam—"

A burst of light suddenly erupted!

The mirror deer let out a gentle whimper, and then gradually disintegrated in the starlight.

The glass-like fragments danced in the air, like a meteor shower reflected in the void.

A moment later, the starlight converged and coalesced into an ancient and solemn mystery card.

The card is deep blue with antler relief and a shimmering mirror finish.

[Supreme Card No. 6 - World System - Reflection Lord - Sazeroth]

The card gently fell into Xiao Jinyan's hand.

The boy looked down and stared, a complex look flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into a mischievous smile.

He looked up at Si Ming.

Si Ming gazed at him quietly, and the bizarre smile on the white clown mask now seemed to hold a hint of sincerity.

Their eyes met in the air.

The corners of their mouths curled up at the same time.

Tacitly.

The oppressive feeling in the tomb completely dissipated at that moment.

Bloodstains, cracks, and collapsed remains seem to silently bear witness to one fact:
On the road to overcoming the initial challenges, the first partner to be recalled has returned to their place.

The Creator "speaks".

Returning once again.

Reflection recycling,

Permissions have been restored.

The Creator opened his eyes again.
The Tomb of Seven

It became the first line of defense against the initial antigen.

—《High-Level Privilege Operation Log》

(End of this chapter)