Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 519 Nuke Tokyo
Gods sit on towers, and humans wield fire as their blades.

If the tower cannot be destroyed, then the sky will be destroyed.

If the world is a stage, then fate is a nuclear bomb.

—Deep Sea Nightmare Operation Log: Forbidden Chapter

The Lost One floated above Tokyo like a ghostly whale swimming in the night.

The city below was already in ruins, firelight and runes intertwined, cannon fire and shikigami spells intertwined to form a grand incineration ritual.

The shells ripped through the night sky, illuminating the iron-colored giant tower—Tokyo Tower stood firm, its surface adorned with countless cherry blossom-shaped runes that shimmered with divine light in the darkness.

Si Ming stood at the bow of the ship, hands in his pockets, overlooking the entire city.

Xiao Jinyan leaned against the railing, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, seemingly nonchalant, yet his eyes shone brightly.

“The map data is completely wrong,” Xiao Jinyan said in a low voice. “This ‘Tokyo’ looks more complex than it did back then. Theoretically, it shouldn’t have piled up so many useless buildings outside the tower.”

Si Ming nodded, his gaze falling on the distant city shrouded in mist.

“That’s right. He doesn’t like redundancy; He likes order… He likes to turn every floor into an experimental field.”

He raised his hand, and an interface projection appeared in the void, which he gently swiped open.

The cabin was dimly lit, and a woman dressed in a silver-white robe of destiny slowly approached.

Her eyes were wrapped in black bandages, but with each breath, a faint golden light shimmered beneath them.

"Mid-tier Mystic of Fate - The All-Seeing Eye, Charlotte Anastasia".

She bowed respectfully, her voice ethereal, as if echoing underwater.

"I can access the holographic view of the Tokyo instance, but... there are some things that are best left unseen."

Si Ming raised his hand and smiled casually: "Don't worry, I've seen things worse than this."

"Then—let's begin."

Charlotte gently made a hand seal and whispered a mysterious incantation:

"Fate's eye shines through all realms—all things take shape, and illusions reveal themselves."

In an instant, the entire deck of the Lost One was covered by a layer of ice-blue light.

Countless runic rays intertwined to form a spiderweb-like structure, extending from the deck to the sky above the city, enveloping the entire city of Tokyo.

The air emitted a low hum, as if millions of eyes were opening at the same moment.

The oppressive feeling was chilling, as if someone was staring at the one staring.

On the light screen, a city map slowly unfolds.

Neighborhoods, tunnels, subways, and boundary lines—every street and alleyway is depicted in meticulous detail.

Even each of the shattered rune arrays was flickering.

However, deep within that map, three locations simultaneously lit up with an eerie red light.

The symbols kept flashing, and the logo was blurry yet surprisingly familiar.

Xiao Jinyan leaned closer, his heart tightening: "...This isn't the sign of an ordinary building; it's an experimental facility."

He swiped his finger across the screen, zooming in on one area.

The clear lettering appeared:
【Be Experimental Building】

[Pu Research Center]

[T Physical Reaction Field]

The three locations echo each other, forming an almost perfect equilateral triangle.

Their central point is—Tokyo Tower.

Charlotte's voice was unease: "That's not a natural structure... it's a deliberately designed matrix."

Si Ming whispered, "He is replicating the power of God... and also replicating the destruction of humanity."

He reached out, and a card of destiny appeared between his fingers. He gently rotated it, and light and shadow flowed across its surface.

The light projected from the card was precisely aimed at the coordinates of the three laboratories.

"Beryllium, plutonium, tritium."

He murmured the three names, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Xiao Jinyan turned to look at him: "You wouldn't be thinking—"

Si Ming lifted the corner of his mouth from beneath the mask, his smile slow and dangerous: "Yes, I do. He's so considerate."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the three red dots on the light screen connected to form a line, creating a huge nuclear reaction pattern.

"It not only gave us the battlefield, but also the materials for nuclear weapons."

The deck was silent, save for the low rumble of gunfire.

His understated summary struck like a thunderbolt:
"So, they even prepared nuclear weapons for us."

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

Even the crew of the Deep Sea Nightmare stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Si Ming, their expressions as complex as if they were watching a gamble that was about to change the world.

Si Ming turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the unshakeable Tokyo Tower, his voice as soft as a whisper—

"If the rules don't let us win, then blow up the rules."

The main cabin of the Red Dragon.

The steel keel groaned in the afterglow of the gunfire, and the tremors of the bulkheads sounded like a heartbeat, heavy and dangerous.

On the round conference table, a three-dimensional city projection floats in the air—the ruins of Tokyo slowly rotate in mid-air, with the Eiffel Tower standing in the center, its base flashing red light, like the pulse of some deity.

Xu Long leaned against the captain's seat, surrounded by smoke, his black hair burning like fire under the lamplight.

Chen Mei sat to his left, wearing a battle armor jacket, her black hair tied up, and holding the blood-red scimitar she never parted with.

Liu Xi leaned against the wall, his two swords sheathed at his sides, the light of ice and fire slowly shimmering on their blades.

Siming, wearing a mask, stood with one hand in his pocket, facing all of them.

He smiled and gently tapped the light screen.

The coordinates of the three laboratories lit up, connecting with each other and converging at the center of Tokyo Tower, forming a giant nuclear array.

"so."

He said calmly, "Our adversary buried himself in the center of the barrier and also left behind materials for three nuclear bombs."

Chen Mei slammed down her wine glass, a blood-stained smile curving her red lips.

"Are you insane? You want to ignite the end times in God's game?"

Si Ming shrugged, his tone calm to the point of contempt: "No, this is not the end of the world."

"The apocalypse was their script; I just changed the ending."

Liu Xi raised his head, his tone low and rational: "The dungeon mechanism is unknown."

If we exceed the limits, we could all be wiped out by the system.

This isn't gambling; it's self-destruction.

Si Ming looked at him, his voice still neither fast nor slow: "If the tower cannot be destroyed, then we will destroy the rules."

He took a step forward, and the projected light and shadow reflected on his mask, refracting an eerie two-tone effect.

"What is the first principle of game design? — Playability."

He lightly swiped his fingertip across the center of the nuclear array, and it flashed instantly.

"Rules are meant to be followed by players, while loopholes are meant to be broken by clever people."

He raised his hand and flipped it, a playing card appearing between his fingers, spinning and jumping in the light and shadow.

“Gamblers don’t leave the table, they just change their cards. Tokyo Tower is their tower of rules, and the nuclear bomb—is my blade of revenge.”

For a moment, the cabin was silent.

Chen Mei stared at him, a dangerous glint in her eyes: "Are you really going to risk the entire Deep Sea Nightmare?"

Si Ming laughed: "You've misunderstood, Madam Mei."

I just want them to know—the rules aren't God; God is just a program.

Under the lights, his smile was like a blade slicing across the surface of wine.

Xu Long remained silent, simply holding a cigarette in his mouth and gently exhaling a puff of smoke.

Smoke swirled above the cabin, eventually merging into the illusory Tokyo Tower.

“Si Ming,” his voice was deep, like the rising tide, “what do you want to bet on?”

Si Ming slowly raised his head.

The smile beneath the mask curved into an arc in the smoke.

“I’m betting on Tokyo,” he said, “whether it will even see the sun rise tomorrow.”

The air is stagnant.

Chen Mei's pupils contracted slightly, and the hilt of Liu Xi's sword made a soft sound.

Xu Long's cigarette ash fell, landing in his wine glass with a soft "hiss"—

The sound was like a match being lit by someone.

No one spoke anymore.

On the light screen, the three red dots in the laboratory flickered in the night, like three hearts waiting to be ignited.

Before the heat of the argument had even died down, the main cabin of the Red Dragon was blown up into a powder keg.

When the "Nuclear Element Laboratory" in the 3D projection flashed red light for the third time, the originally orderly round table instantly turned into an exploding volcano.

"Attack the tower! That's the right strategy!"

"A nuclear explosion will trigger a dungeon penalty, and the entire battle will be wiped out!"

"We haven't cracked the resurrection mechanism of Onmyoji yet. They can regenerate infinitely. If we bomb Tokyo, we'll only destroy ourselves!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, a mixture of anxiety and fear among everyone, as if each person were wrestling with their own fate.

Do you know what that thing is?

"Those are the nuclear elements He left behind!"

"Do you dare to bet? You dare to bet?!"

Roars rose and fell, and the temperature inside the cabin rose steadily.

Some slammed their fists on the table, some drew their swords, and some grabbed their communicators and roared at their subordinates, ordering them to keep the front line calm and not panic.

Xu Long remained seated on his metal throne, his posture languid, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrests, producing a rhythmic "clang, clang, clang".

That was the "military command rhythm" of the deep-sea nightmare, meaning: he hadn't spoken yet.

Chen Mei finally slammed her hand on the table and said coldly, "We are pirates, not gods."

The Fate Master's plan is a gamble with one's life, not a tactic.

Liu Xi's voice was calm, yet sharp as a knife: "The mechanics of the instance are unknown. If the nuclear explosion exceeds the set range, the entire war zone may be reset by the system with one click."

Can you bear the consequences?

Si Ming's laughter softened, sounding like a lazy breeze.

He slowly raised his hand and gently tapped the table, the sound like a tap on everyone's heart.

"You oppose nuclear explosion,"

He spoke in a low, unhurried voice.
"Just like people on the battlefield who oppose firing."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions froze slightly.

Si Ming continued, gently taking out a playing card and placing it upright on the table.

He flicked his index finger, and the playing cards twirled and spun in the air, landing upright right in front of the holographic image of the Tokyo Tower.

"No one can resist the temptation of growing mushrooms on Mount Fuji."

These words struck me like a thunderbolt.

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Everyone's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the air seemed to solidify into a thick pool of blood.

Chen Mei narrowed her eyes, but the mocking smile on her lips faded.

Liu Xi's hand paused on the hilt of the sword for a moment, then slowly released it, and the ice and fire blades trembled in their sheaths.

Xiao Lianyin lowered her head to wipe her nail clippers, her fingertips pausing slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Jinyan rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the excited smile on his lips.

They exchanged silent glances.

In that brief moment, they both understood the fire that was also flickering in each other's eyes.

That's not an endorsement of tactics.

It was a deeper emotion: a tacit understanding between those who were clear-headed.

They all understood that this was not just a gamble, not just a copy.

This is the rebellion of the "Creator".

For them, the atomic bombing of Tokyo was not just a tactic, but also a symbol.

The God of Fate knows.

He confirmed his suspicions—Xu Long was conscious.

That look, that smile, was the same look of an "accomplice" who had worked side-by-side with each other in modifying the world's code on the server backend.

Xu Long finally made a move.

He raised his hand and stubbed out the cigarette.

At that moment, firelight exploded in his eyes, his smile wild and bloodthirsty.

He slammed his hand on the table, the metal clanged loudly, and the wine bottle rolled off the table.

"it is good,"

His voice was like ocean waves crashing against an iron wall.

"The usual rule—let's make a bet!"

Chen Mei's lips finally curled up, the crimson scimitar reflecting the firelight.

Liu Xi chuckled softly, drew his twin swords, and fire and ice flashed simultaneously.

Xu Long stood up, arms outstretched, his voice booming: "Brothers of the Deep Sea Nightmare—"

We are pirates! We do not pray! We do not kneel!
We'll use the most insane methods—to ensure those who think they're gods die without a burial place!

A synchronized roar erupted from inside the cabin.

The pirates' roars shattered the ship's hull, and the war drums echoed throughout the entire Red Dragon.

Si Ming raised his eyes and met Xu Long's gaze.

A slight smile curved the corners of his mouth beneath the mask, carrying a mocking coldness—

There's no need for them to say more.

They had already reached a tacit understanding:
This is not just a battle.

This is the fire that destroyed the throne of God.

The wind on the deck was like the panting of a sea monster.

The Red Dragon hovered above the flames of war in the night sky, its hull illuminated by the fire, like a true "deep-sea dragon," looking down at Tokyo, which was set ablaze with curses and blood.

Xu Long stepped onto the command platform, his cloak billowing in the wind, revealing the dragon-shaped pattern on his back that resembled flames.

He suddenly drew his fire knife from his waist, the blade burning with a scarlet glow.

"Deep Sea Nightmare, all troops, heed my command!"

His angry shout made the entire cabin wall vibrate.

"First Fleet—Main Attack Tokyo Tower Head-on! I will personally lead the team!"

Chen Mei, Liu Xi—follow me to suppress the front lines!

"Yes!"

Chen Mei brandished her long sword, her red skirt billowing as she smiled like a flower, but she was a flower that devoured people.

Liu Xi held his sword with both hands, his eyes as cold as knives, the blades trembling slightly, fire and ice alternating.

Xu Long turned his head and looked at Si Ming, who was standing below the bridge.

"Siming, you lead the special task force to your destination—three laboratories."

He lowered his voice, his tone a mix of amusement and command: "Gambler, the card game you requested, I've started it for you."

Si Ming looked up, his gaze piercing through the gunfire and wind.

In that instant, the eyes of the two sober individuals met in mid-air, as if they had returned to the late night when they were creating the world.

"it is good."

Si Ming smiled faintly, "Then let Tokyo usher in the true dawn."

The hatch is wide open.

Countless pirate legions marched out in formation, their cannons all pointing towards the sky, and countless blue flame runes ignited on the deck.

The pirates pounded their armor, the rhythm like war drums.

The roar of artillery fire illuminated the entire night sky, as if stars were falling.

"For the Deep Sea Nightmare!"

War songs rose in unison, rolling like thunder, echoing across every ship.

The Red Dragon fired its first shot.

More than ten giant cannons simultaneously spewed fire, and the shells, trailing red tails, streaked across the night sky, bombarding the defenses beneath Tokyo Tower.

The exploding light of the barrier talisman mingled with the cannon fire, illuminating the entire city as a scene of purgatory.

With his back to the light and fire, Si Ming's steps were as steady as a chess piece being placed on a board.

He walked to the shaded area of ​​the deck, where Xiao Jinyan was already waiting for him.

Xiao Jinyan chewed his gum, but his face didn't smile: "You've really messed up this time."

Si Ming tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips behind the mask: "To win a game of the gods, you always have to pay some price."

"A god?" Xiao Jinyan sneered. "That guy is a mad god."

“The Mad God is still a god.” Si Ming gently patted his shoulder. “But the Mad God is most afraid of being targeted by players who are even crazier than himself.”

"...I'm willing to take the bet."

A cool, clear female voice came from the side.

Shinobu drew her sword; the blade reflected the firelight, and the sound of the blade rang out like snow.

Her eyes were cold, and her voice was low: "I'm willing to gamble if it means killing Hua Kaiyuan."

Her tone was like a funeral vow, cold to the point of being devout.

Xiao Lianyin looked her over and smiled lazily: "I like this personality."

She flicked her fox tail phantom and whispered, "I hope you live long enough to win that blow."

Calvino, carrying his violin case, walked to Si Ming's side.

He put on his gloves, chuckled softly, and spoke in an elegant tone that was almost inappropriate.

"Then let's play the final overture."

He slowly drew his bow, gently plucked the string, and produced a deep, resonant tone.

The call of the Lost One.

Lilia stood on the ship's side, a candy Xiao Jinyan had given her dangling from her lips, her eyes sparkling: "I hope this song won't be a lament."

Calvino did not answer, but instead changed the tone of his bow, and the melody suddenly soared, like a battle horn.

Amidst the roar of cannons, the Lost One emerged from the illusory sea.

Si Ming, the Xiao siblings, Xin Nai, and the Calvino siblings—the six of them—are together again.

Their silhouettes were silhouetted against the light and fire, forming flags pointing in six directions.

Everyone knew that if they lost this battle, they would cease to exist.

But if they win—Tokyo will cease to exist.

Xu Long stood at the bow of the Crimson Dragon, raising his fire sword high, his roar drowning out the cannon fire:

"Deep Sea Nightmare!"
"Blast a passage to heaven for me!!!"

boom--!
A thousand doors resounded in unison.

A gap was forcibly torn open in the cherry blossom barrier at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

Tokyo is burning under the night sky.

The wind blew through Si Ming's cloak, and he whispered:

"Nuclear bombing of Tokyo—I like this ending."

The bow of the Lost One sliced ​​through the night in the wind, its hull casting a long trail of afterglow.

She emerged from the depths of the illusory sea, her deck glowing with runes, and streams of energy converging into a storm.

The flames of war burn in the distance; Tokyo—that city that never sleeps—is now being transformed into a city of ghostly fire.

Si Ming stood at the bow of the ship, the wind lifting his cloak, his shadow stretching long in the firelight.

Six people stood behind him, silent.

The wind swept past them, as if setting the stage for this "doomsday voyage".

The Lost One hovered and swept across the first area.

It was a glass research tower hundreds of meters high, its body enveloped by a dense array of runes.

The entire building was bathed in red light, and a spherical energy cluster floated at the center of the tower, radiating a sickly blue-purple glow.

The warning sign on the glass wall flashes: "Radiation - Danger"—but in the copy, the sign is no longer a warning, but a temptation.

It was a living sun, trapped in a glass cage, gasping for breath.

As the wind blew, the runes tightened like chains, and a crack appeared on the surface of the light sphere.

"Beryllium experimental building, locked."

Calvino reported in a low voice.

Si Ming simply nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving the sphere of light.

In that instant, through the refraction of light, he saw the absurd distance between God and man.

"Has He... even turned the apocalypse into a mission reward?"

He muttered to himself, his tone a mixture of sarcasm and a dangerous glee.

The Lost Ones plunged, and the shattered city collapsed beneath their feet.

That area has long since been reduced to ruins, with only the shimmering blue light from underground indicating another forbidden experiment.

Xiao Lianyin unleashed her domain, and foxfire ignited around her, illuminating the entrance.

She waved her hand, and foxfire flowed down the crack, illuminating the eerie blue cave—

Liquid energy flows underground, like a frozen dream.

That was the testing ground for plutonium, where energy pulsed like blood, and the rising steam carried the scent of iron and bone.

The faint sound of the machine breathing echoed, like some long-dead behemoth still dreaming.

"Confirmed by the Plutonium Laboratory."

Xin Nai reported coldly, the glint of the blade illuminating her hard profile.

Si Ming didn't turn around, but only said softly, "Very good, the dream is about to end."

The third location is in the eastern suburbs of Tokyo, in an abandoned industrial site long since overgrown with weeds.

Those former cooling towers have now collapsed like mountains, and faint electric arcs flicker between the pipes.

Piles of machine wreckage, rust and blood intertwined to create a chaotic beauty that is almost artistic.

When the Lost One arrived, all the lights in the abandoned factory came on at once.

Hundreds of surviving automated machines were awakened, their eyes glowing crimson.

The roar of metal shook the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Jinyan drew his longsword, unleashing an arrogant aura.

"Mechanical guardians, number unknown, but all are mid-level domain creations."

Si Ming's lips curled slightly as his gaze swept over the mechanical mountain of corpses.

"Very good. Tokyo's last line of defense."

He whispered, "It's time for us to light the fire."

At the same time, above the sky.

Xu Long's flagship, the Red Dragon, took off.

The cannon fire roared like thunder, the protective runes burned, and the pirate fleet formed a fan shape in the night sky.

Like thousands of steel dragons swooping down.

The Tokyo Tower stands prominently in the sunlight.
Cherry blossom runes flowed across the iron tower like divine veins, repelling all attacks.

Shikigami roar, rune arrays explode, and pirate cannon fire tears the sky apart—

This scene is like a post-apocalyptic fantasy, a war between gods and men re-enacted on earth.

Xu Long stood on the deck, his red hair whipped by the wind, and he laughed unrestrainedly.

"Blow up their barrier!"

"Let Tokyo know—Hell is louder than God!!"

Chen Mei brandished her sword, pointing it forward, as war songs and thunder roared together.

Liu Xi leaped out, his two swords clashing, and a storm of ice and fire tore through the sky.

Si Ming stood at the bow of the ship, with the Star Calamity Card floating in his palm, radiating a blue-gold glow.

The wind whipped his cloak, and his voice was carried by the wind into the night sky—

"Atomic bombing of Tokyo Tower."

He said softly,

"This will be the final act of the theater of fate."

Calvino tuned the piano from the back, and the sound was like a mournful lament.
Lilia mounted a crossbow on the side of the ship and drew the mechanical bowstring taut.

Xiao Jinyan retrieved the data of the void barrier, and the reflection on the screen appeared in his eyes.

The scabbard of the sword lightly touched the ground, and the long sword was drawn an inch from its sheath.

A sudden gust of wind arose.
The roaring sound spread from afar.

The Lost One and the Deepsea Nightmare Fleet simultaneously headed toward the heart of the Tokyo triangle.

At that moment, the system notification echoed like a divine oracle over Tokyo.

[Hidden Quest Triggered: Champion's Trial - Nuclear Bomb Tokyo]

Mission Objective: Collect all three nuclear elements and destroy Tokyo Tower.

Inside the Tokyo Tower barrier,
Haruhisa Abe suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment, the "King of Millions of Onmyoji," who had previously won countless predictions, was...
This was the first time I truly felt the chill.

The wine cup in his hand tilted, and the cherry wine spilled out, turning into blood-red specks of light that slid onto the tatami table.

Qingjiu was completely unaware of it.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the barrier, towards the ghost ship traversing the night sky.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice deep:
"...A nuclear bombing of Tokyo? Ha... Finally, even the gods are starting to fear humans."

He stood up, his sleeves rolled up, and the pink curtain tore in the wind.

The night was like a curtain being torn open, and blood-red cherry blossoms fell again.

The apocalypse has officially begun.

God built the tower to observe all living beings.

Artificial fire was created to burn the throne of God.

If God does not die

Then let the city perish with it.

—Post-Battle Report of the Tower of the End: Tokyo Wasteland Chapter

(End of this chapter)