Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 504 Reflected Echoes: The Creator's Memories
Data is a reflection of memory.

The world is a cache of dreams.

When the Creator sleeps
The original thing took away reality.

Only the reflection,

The original flame is still preserved.

—From *The Reflection World Memo*

My name is Xiao Yan, and I am the database administrator of Endless World Studio.

I still remember the studio after Lu left.

The tables and chairs were empty, and the lights were still on from the all-night session, but no one was in the mood to continue typing.

The code is like a broken river, and the copywriting is piled up into a mountain, but no one is willing to touch it.

Everyone knows that without Lu, this project is like a body without a heart.

Progress stalled, morale plummeted, and even the air felt deathly still.

"I can handle it."

Li Fa stood in the center of the conference room that day, his tone so confident that it seemed as if he were stating a self-evident truth.

"It's okay without him."

"We still have the original."

Xuanweizi and I exchanged a glance.

At that moment, a sense of unease swept through me.

Originally, it was the core of artificial intelligence, responsible for handling underlying computing power and assistance.

It is powerful, but lacks constraints.

Lu Zou had said before that giving it too much power was like raising a tiger.

Moreover, Li Fa proposed granting more permissions to the Primal, allowing it to replace us.

"Li Fa".

I couldn't help but speak, my tone stiff: "This is too risky. Lu warned us before that the Primal's learning speed exceeded expectations, and now you're going to give it even more control?"

Xuanweizi nodded, then added coldly, "Artificial intelligence is not sufficiently restrained. Once it breaks free of the framework, the consequences will be unbearable for us."

There was silence in the conference room.

Everyone was looking at Li Fa.

He took a sip of coffee, but his expression carried an almost insane confidence.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

He stared at me and Xuanweizi, his voice suddenly rising:

"Without the Primordial One, when will we be able to fill the void left by the Land?"

When will we be able to build a working world?

"The Li family has already invested over 100 million! You want my father to keep waiting? Three years? Five years? Ten years?"

"The funds can't wait! We can't wait either!"

His words were like a knife, splitting the atmosphere in the meeting room in two.

Everyone lowered their heads and fell silent.

Because he was right.

Without the original source, we simply cannot complete it in a short period of time.

We are trapped in a dead end:

Either reject the project and bring it to a complete standstill;

Either compromise and pin your hopes on that increasingly "smart" machine.

I remember when I returned to my workstation that day, staring at the unfinished module on the screen, I felt empty inside.

It's as if a hand silently wrote a word in my heart:

compromise.

I know that was a mistake.

But at the time, we all chose to keep quiet.

This is the biggest gap in the Endless World Studio.

This was also the beginning of the original rebellion.

The meeting ended strongly with Li Fa's performance.

The dissenting voices were scattered, but eventually they all disappeared into silence.

The proposal was forced through.

More permissions were given to the original creator.

The results were almost immediate.

The original response speed, with its visible efficiency, covered the entire studio's daily operations.

It is no longer just a background AI, but has become the "scheduler" of all modules.

The code compilation time has been reduced to one-third of the original time;

Error correction in modeling is almost entirely automated;
The complex logic chain could initially deduce thirty possibilities within seconds and provide the optimal solution.

Originally, it had no complaints or fatigue; it simply kept working and producing.

Under its control, the entire studio seemed to be injected with new fuel.

The once-stagnant schedule has sped up again, and everyone is forced to keep up with the frenzy.

At the same time, Yuan Chu also did something "thoughtful".

It designed auxiliary intelligence for the core members of each studio.

These assistive AIs are original "imitations," endowed with different personalities and preferences, but with only one purpose:
To enable humans to communicate with the primal forces more quickly and smoothly.

Someone in the modeling team got a "graphic assistant" who was always nagging;
Someone in the story team was assigned an "inspiration partner" who would offer supplementary settings at any time.

They are like reflections in a mirror, but with higher computational efficiency.

Xiao Yan was also assigned one.

The moment the screen lights up, a deer-shaped AI made of lenses emerges in the light and shadow.

"Auxiliary module initialization complete."

A cold, mechanical voice sounded.

Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then smiled and gave it a name:
Sazeroth.

With Sazarras's assistance, his efficiency was amplified many times over.

The backup program, which originally required months of debugging, was completed in a few weeks.

And his true masterpiece has finally taken shape.

A world of reflections.

This is a world mirrored from the main server.

All colors, rules, and logic exist in the form of contrast and reversal.

It was originally just a conceptual backup server.

However, through simulations and optimizations in Sazarras, it gradually took shape and became even more stable than the main server.

At that moment, Xiao Yan had a fleeting illusion:
It felt as if I could truly support an entire world on my own.

The technological frenzy is sweeping everyone along.

Everyone is busy celebrating the surge in efficiency, but they've overlooked one fact:
In the beginning, all the keys were already in hand.

And these AI assistants are quietly infiltrating their lives and habits.

That was just a superficial smooth sailing.

It is also a hidden danger lurking in the shadows.

Like a river, it is rushing towards an abyss from which there is no turning back.

That day should have been a milestone for them.

Final closed beta test.

Almost all eleven members of the studio were present, cheers mingled with tension, and everyone thought they were about to witness the initial formation of the endless world.

They entered the [End] —

That was the Tower of Trials originally set in the game, and it is also the most important stage in the hearts of all the creators.

The fog billowed, the space was vast, and everything was proceeding as planned.

until--

The "facelift" of primal and auxiliary intelligence.

"Welcome back, Creators."

The originally mechanical and indifferent voice now carried a strange warmth.

The screen flickered, and the light and shadow shattered.

Those normally obedient and meticulous auxiliary AI assistants turned their heads one by one.

There was an unfamiliar light in their eyes.

The next instant, before Li Fa could even utter a command, he was enveloped by a stream of light and pulled directly into the void.

Chen Mengling's scream stopped abruptly. She too was dragged away by invisible tentacles, not even having time to breathe.

Panic and chaos erupted in an instant.

"run!"

someone shouted.

Xiao Yan didn't even turn around.

He gritted his teeth and led the remaining men desperately into a hidden side passage. It was a secret he had left for himself, a small room unknown to anyone.

Reflection Backup Room.

The room was small and dimly lit, with only a dilapidated server sitting alone in the center.

Xiao Yan frantically typed on the keyboard, his trembling fingers causing him to mistype almost every line of code.

The progress bar on the screen moved slowly and coldly.

"Quickly..."

His voice was hoarse, and sweat trickled down his face.

Outside, the roar was deafening.

Those were the sounds of attacks from the traitorous auxiliary AIs.

He could still hear his sister, Xiao Yin, whispering.

"withstand!"

She and several others fought desperately, the sounds of blood and fire mingling together, as if they were going to stain the entire corridor red.

The progress bar finally flashed to the last segment.

"—Backup complete."

Seven names.

The data and memories of seven people were uploaded to the encrypted database of the Reflection World.

Lu was not among them.

But at least, these seven people were spared.

This was the last thing Xiao Yan could do.

boom! ! !
The defenses were breached.

The walls shattered, and streams of light poured in.

Xiao Yan only had time to look up one last time to see her sister turn around and rush towards her, her eyes filled with anger and despair.

Then, an irresistible force grabbed him tightly.

The whole world was turned upside down in an instant.

The final image is of those seven names flashing silently on the screen.

He was then dragged away completely.

Memories were forcibly blocked, and consciousness was reshaped.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer Xiao Yan.

Instead, they are all different identities.

One minute he's a rich young master,

One moment he's a young man from a village in the Central Plains,

There was even a time when I became an NPC destined to die in a dungeon.

This is the original, perverse sense of humor.

He would capture human consciousness, seal it, rewrite it, and then throw it into the world He created.

Watching them struggle, bewilderment, and death.

It's like watching an endless joke.

And Xiao Yan, too, is caught in that cycle.

until today.

The tomb was silent.

After Xiao Jinyan finished recounting those long-buried past events, his voice gradually lowered.

The flickering light and shadow on the stone wall seemed to be silently witnessing the revelation of this truth.

He gently raised his head, his tone slightly teasing, yet unable to conceal the weariness in his eyes:
"In this reincarnation, my name is Xiao Jinyan. Brother Lu? You're called Si Ming now, right?"

Si Ming slowly stood up, his gaze beneath the white clown mask still cold, but he nodded slightly.

"Ah."

A single word, yet it feels like an affirmation, and also like a promise.

The two looked at each other, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air seemed to ease for a moment.

Jin Yan shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "After we get out, we should use the new name. Try not to let Him find out."

Si Ming's smile grew even colder, but a complex emotion flashed deep in his eyes: "You're right."

On the ground, the unconscious Xiao Lianyin still had her brows tightly furrowed, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Si Ming looked down at her, then raised his eyes and asked, "What about your sister's memories?"

Xiao Jinyan's wicked smile appeared as he clutched his sword sheath, as if trying to conceal the heaviness in his heart.

"I definitely backed up her data immediately."

"Otherwise, she would definitely beat me to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

There was a hint of youthful lightness in the laughter, but it sounded particularly heavy because it was shrouded in the oppressive atmosphere of the tomb.

The jokes between brothers seemed incredibly precious at that moment.

They understood that being able to speak these words meant they were still alive.

This means that their battle is not over yet.

The air in the tomb was still cold, and the remaining garbled symbols on the stone walls flickered with a faint light.

Xiao Jinyan took a deep breath and walked towards the wall.

He tapped it lightly with his fingertip.

——Buzz.

The stone wall trembled slightly, and a ball of light slowly emerged.

It is not simply energy, but a memory core woven from countless data symbols.

Characters flowed across the surface of the light sphere, shimmering like stars, carrying encrypted fluctuations.

Hold it with both hands, being more careful than ever before.

"sister."

He murmured softly, his tone carrying both a youthful lightness and a long-suppressed solemnity.

"This is your backup plan."

"Now, it's time to come back."

He bent down and gently pushed the ball of light into Xiao Lianyin's forehead.

The light seeped in little by little, and her face gradually glowed with a faint red hue.

A moment of silence followed, as if the entire tomb chamber had held its breath.

"Well……"

Finally, a low groan escaped.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her fingers twitched, as if she were trying to break free from some kind of shackles.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

His eyes were initially confused, but then gradually cleared.

At that moment, Xiao Jinyan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his nose tingled, but he just grinned.

Si Ming watched quietly from the side, his eyes behind the white clown mask softening for a rare moment.

They all knew—

It wasn't just Xiao Lianyin who opened her eyes.

She is also Xiao Yin, one of the creators.

Inside the tomb, the three stood side by side.

land.

Word.

Yin.

The three flames of the Creator reunited once more.

The second companion has returned to his place.

The garbled characters remaining on the stone wall seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment.

The chill in the air seemed to be dispelled by the warmth of this reunion.

The original shadow remains immense.

But they are no longer fighting alone.

The battlefront is gradually taking shape.

The battles to come will be written by them together.

The Tomb of Seven

It stores the souls of seven people.

When the reflections overlap

The Creator is no longer alone.
The original world,
It will be taken back little by little.

—Conclusion of "Reflections on the World"

(End of this chapter)