Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 509 Master of the Mikadoin: Abe Haruhisa

Butterflies dance on the paper, all are illusions;
Eyes suspended in the sky, watching over all living beings.

Those who are reborn in the fires of reincarnation

They believed themselves to be descendants of gods.

—From *The Original Wakashū* (Haruhisa Chapter)

Deep within the mission hall of the Tower of the End, the headquarters of the Eye of the Primordial was not bustling.

In that space concealed by a barrier, stood an ancient Japanese shrine.

Paper lanterns hang from the eaves, swaying gently in the wind, while vermilion torii gates appear and disappear in the mist, giving people a sense of solemnity that seems otherworldly.

Incense smoke curled in the hall, but the atmosphere was not one of tranquility for worshipping gods and Buddhas, but rather a strange ambiance filled with demons, ghosts, and blood.

On the tatami mat, two men dressed as ninjas were kneeling on the ground, reporting in a low voice: "The bait has been delivered to the target."

At the far end of the tatami mats, a man dressed in hunting clothes sat upright.

He held a small pair of scissors and was slowly and methodically cutting thin sheets of paper.

White paper scraps fall, fluttering between fingertips, and in a moment transform into fluttering paper butterflies.

Several beautiful maids held fragrant tea around him, laughing and whispering, creating a scene that was almost romantic and elegant.

After hearing the report, the man simply smiled without saying a word, continuing his paper-cutting at a leisurely pace.

After a moment, he gently blew a breath, and the paper butterflies scattered into the air, as if they were about to fly into nothingness.

Then, in a chanting tone, as if reciting a waka poem:

"Butterflies dance in the wind, fire burns in the middle of the night"

Parasitic seeds will eventually burn people.

The voice was soft and light, yet it instantly chilled the air in the hall.

The ninjas lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound. They understood clearly: that seed was nothing more than a bomb planted next to Si Ming, ready to ignite and explode at any moment.

The man then turned his head, his gaze sweeping towards the shadows inside the hall.

"You have no objections, do you, Yukitaka Mijinin?"

In the shadows, an aged figure trembled as he prostrated himself on the ground. The white-haired old man's hands were pressed to the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the tatami mat, his voice utterly respectful:
"I will heed the teachings of Prince Haruhisa."

Paper butterflies continued to flutter in the hall, as if applauding this chilling vow.

Abe Haruhisa waved his sleeve slightly, his tone gentle yet unquestionable:

"Go back."

The maids responded in unison, their giggles still ringing in our ears, but in the next instant, they turned into wisps of smoke along with the paper butterflies fluttering in the air.

The smile, the sleeves, the fragrant tea—all shattered into specks of light, as if they had never existed.

Only a lingering fragrance remains, and a few wisps of smoke slowly dissipate.

It turns out that those beautiful maids and the paper butterflies he casually cut were not ordinary people, but shikigami transformed from the "Hagoromo Gitsune".

The elegant shrine buildings were suddenly empty and desolate.

Haruhisa sat alone, his fingertips lightly tracing the cold blade of the scissors, before slowly raising his head.

Through layers of barriers and the eaves of the palace roof, he gazed at the terrifying scene hanging high in the sky above the Tower of the End.

—An enormous eyeball filled the entire night sky, its pupil slowly turning as it looked down upon every struggling Star Scourge within the tower.

That is the primordial eye.

Haruhisa's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with both mockery and unfathomable coldness.

A low, cold laugh echoed from the dim light of the hall:

"Ah... the beginning."

The sound echoed in the empty shrine, as if gazing into the eye that watches over all things.

Abe Haruhisa's gaze remained fixed on the giant eye in the sky, but his smile gradually faded.

His thoughts slowly sank, falling into that memory he had never forgotten.

Back then, he wasn't called Abe Haruhisa.

His name is Kinoshita Mekichi, an ordinary Japanese high school student.

He likes anime and is obsessed with Onmyoji and supernatural legends. He always sits in the last row of the classroom and dozes off.

In his classmates' eyes, he was an inconspicuous figure.

until that day.

The world's first immersive global online game is now in open beta.

He secured the first account early on, and like all chuunibyou teenagers, he fantasized about the romance of "entering another world".

The countdown to the public beta test was flashing on the computer screen—

Three, two, one.

The moment the screen was reset, it suddenly burst into a dazzling white light.

Then, tentacled black shadows stretched wildly from the depths of the screen, cold and slippery, enveloping his limbs and body, forcibly dragging him inside.

Before Mu could even scream, he was completely swallowed by darkness.

……

When he woke up again, he was no longer in the familiar room.

Above us was an old thatched roof, and in our ears came the rumble of wrought iron.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing coarse cloth clothes, his hands were covered with calluses, and there was an iron hammer and a half-finished knife blank in front of the stove.

The identity verification is very simple:

【Warring States Village - Little Blacksmith】

But what shocked him even more than this start was:
When he stepped out of the thatched hut and saw his classmates, friends, and even girls from the next class in this Warring States-style village, their eyes were empty and their faces were inexplicably blank.

They were busy like NPCs, having been assigned new identities by the system—farmers, woodcutters, pageboys, and geishas.

They no longer remember reality, no longer remember who they are.

Only Kinoshita Mekichi remembered everything. He stood under the gray sky, feeling a profound loneliness.

This loneliness became proof that he was "awake".

That was the first time he had to reveal the cards of fate.

In that Sengoku-style village, on a blood moon night, Kinoshita Mekichi is forced into a series of bizarre events.

At the end of the shrine, he saw a card shimmering in the blood-red mist.

——【Life System · Advanced "Hagoromo Fox"】.

The moment he touched the card, a white fox crawled out of nothingness, transforming into human form with vibrant eyes and a bewitching smile. She whispered in his ear, her voice both seductive and soothing.

From that moment on, he understood.

The reason he is different from others and why his memories were not sealed is because of his bloodline.

He was convinced that he must be a descendant of Mikadoin Abe no Seimei.

No, it could even be his reincarnation.

So he abandoned the name "Kinoshita Mekichi".

From then on, he went about his life under the name "Haruhisa Abe".

He called himself an Onmyoji, accompanied by Hagoromo Gitsune, and began to gather followers in various Japanese-style worlds, teaching "Abe Onmyodo".

He established a Shinto sect, proclaiming that "all demons are at my service," and used mystery to interpret ancient legends of demons and ghosts.

He soon discovered that many legendary monsters existed in the endless world in the form of [Life-type Mysteries].

Arakawa no Nushi, Yuki-onna, Jorogumo...

They can all be collected and transformed into his "shikigami".

This completely captivated him.

But he still died that time.

During a battle, he encountered a charlatan who controlled a ghoul.

That man, accompanied by a hundred ghosts, moved with great force and ultimately killed Haruhisa beneath the ruins.

However, when the blood had dried up, Hagoromo Gitsune chuckled quietly.

Her phantom burrowed into his heart, using her parasitic power to preserve a sliver of his soul.

So he was reincarnated.

When he opened his eyes again, he had been reborn in a village in another world.

This time, he was no longer Kinoshita Mekichi.

He is Abe no Haruhisa, the reincarnation of Mikadoin Abe no Seimei.

With a low chuckle, he sought out the enemy who had once slain him.

In their second encounter, he used Hagoromo Gitsune's parasitic and illusionary abilities to devour her instead.

All the enemy's shikigami rebelled, and Nurarihyon bowed his head under the blood moon, falling under Haruhisa's control.

From then on, he possessed the secrets of two great yokai: Hagoromo Gitsune and Nurarihyon.

Two demons coexist, and both yin and yang are controlled.

Since then, a legend has gradually spread throughout the world of Wafuumon:
"The master of the Mikadoin, the king of millions of Onmyoji."

It is said that he walked through the streets at midnight, surrounded by a hundred ghosts;

It is said that he had foxes and ghosts as his left and right arms, and commanded all demons and monsters;
He is said to be the return of Abe no Seimei, a person who can communicate with the gods.

He himself was happy to let this legend be spread further and further.

As time goes by, Haruhisa Abe is no longer the boy who eagerly awaited the open beta test in front of the screen.

He established the Shinto sect under the title of "Master of the Mimonin," gathered millions of believers, and left his mark on various Japanese-style worlds.

When he finally reached the pinnacle of mystery, and the twelve planets of the Star Calamity burned out, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, his name was etched into a higher sequence for the first time.

—Above the Star Calamity.

He officially joined the Eye of the Primal under the name of Abe.

That day, he sat quietly in the main hall of the shrine, surrounded by the phantoms of hundreds of demons, with the hagoromo-gitsune nestled in his arms.

Above the celestial canopy, the voice of "the world" descended directly, like a divine pronouncement:
"Gomonin Abe Haruhisa."

"You only have one task to complete."

"Kill the Fate Master of the Mystic Masters Guild and seize the Mystic Master he wields—the Lord of Fate."

The voice was calm and even, yet it carried an irresistible power that penetrated deep into the soul.

Qingjiu sat cross-legged, his sleeves spread out, and the white fox in his arms lay quietly curled up, its tail gently brushing against him.

He reached out and stroked the fox's head, his fingertips tracing the fine fur. The fox's eyes were half-closed, and it let out a soft murmur.

Haruhisa's gaze gradually turned cold, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"The seed has been parasitized."

He murmured to himself, as if chanting, or perhaps pushing chips onto the table before a gambling game:

"What we're waiting for... is the moment to harvest it."

"Perhaps, in the next round of the game."

Haruhisa raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The enormous eyeball hanging atop the Tower of the End slowly rotated, coldly and mercilessly gazing upon all things.

The paper butterflies fell silently, scattering into specks of light, highlighting the eerie and desolate atmosphere of that moment.

Haruhisa's cold laugh and the gaze of that eyeball overlapped perfectly.

Reincarnated in the fire, the fox's shadow never fades;
All demons submit, and the imperial gate returns.

Those who believe they can control destiny.
Ultimately, on the chessboard of fate,
His fate was about to be sealed.

—Notes on the Primordial Eye

(End of this chapter)