Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 526 The Watcher of the End: The Prelude to the Nuclear Flame

Every gambler has believed in fate at some point;

And every fugitive
Everyone was waiting for the final fireworks.

—From *Deep Sea Nightmare: Tokyo Tower Chronicles*

The fragments of ukiyo-e prints burned in the air, the ink swirling and turning into ashes that scattered.

Si Ming burst forth from the wall, wielding a knife. The blade sliced through the edge of the scroll, and the world, like ripples on water, split open in response.

At that moment, the boundary between dream and reality was severed in two, and the firelight shone in, suddenly brightening the world.

--boom.

At the other end of the underground testing base, flames surged and foxfire shone brightly.

The enormous Tamamo-no-Mae stood amidst the sea of fire, its fur pure white, resembling a deity.

Eight tails stretched out in mid-air, their tail flames burning with golden and red light.

It was the oppressive aura of a "demon," yet it possessed the solemnity of a god.

A girl was standing on her forehead.

Nobuna.

Her long hair was as dark as night, and foxfire illuminated her face. There was no panic in her eyes, only a calm fighting spirit.

Her katana gleamed with an eerie light, its blade etched with secret incantations, the edge reflecting the image of a snake.

That snake, the Yamata no Orochi—

Its body stretched across the entire underground palace, its scales as if cast in iron.
Eight snake heads coiled beneath the dome, spewing out black mist with each breath.

That was the Onmyoji after the Burning Star.

His soul completely merged with the shikigami, becoming a "mythical monster".

Every breath of the Yamata no Orochi is a curse.

The snake's mouth opened, and the air became icy cold.
Thunder roared across the dome, as if even the earth's veins were trembling.

Xin Nai turned around and saw Si Ming emerge from the firelight.

He was surrounded by lingering mirror dust, and the charred edges of his clothes still shone.

"Alive?" she whispered, a smile playing on her lips.

Si Ming smiled and nodded: "Dying is too much trouble."

Nobuna turned around, slowly raising her katana.

Her fingertips lightly touched the blade, the talisman ignited, and foxfire appeared around her.

Each wisp of firelight transformed into the silhouette of a fox, dancing around her.

"The demons and monsters—the demons retreat."

Her voice was like a bell, clear and cold, yet possessing the power of a thousand troops.

Tamamo-no-Mae let out a low whistle.

Fox flames erupted from her body, scattering across the underground world like blazing sun and shooting stars.

The earth cracked open, flames surged, and the eight-headed serpent roared, its eight mouths simultaneously spewing out chains.

A black lock.

Each one was covered with runes, flowing with the spiritual power of the Onmyoji.

They were like the reins of death, rushing towards Nobunaga with a whooshing sound.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Instead of retreating, Nobuna took a step forward.

Her blade flashed like thunder.

The first chain—broken!

The sound of metal breaking shattered the air.

The second chain—shattered!

The chains flew off, and black sparks streaked across the sky.

The third chain – Ignite!

Foxfire spread along the runes, igniting the night.

She was completely engulfed in flames.
Each slash left a trail of light.

Each strike cuts through a piece of the shackles of fate.

Her eyes were cold and resolute.

"This is... my path."

The eight tails in front of Tamamo are flying together, and the giant fox is flying on the fire.

The trail of flames behind it transformed into a long golden river, tearing through the gloom.

Nobuna leaped up, her sword piercing through the entire dome.

The Yamata no Orochi roared, and its eight heads suddenly opened wide.

Thousands of rune chains spewed from its mouth.

It's as if they want to reseal this world back into darkness.

In that instant, fire and incantations intertwined.

Nobuna did not avoid it.

Foxfire ignited in her eyes, and her aura suddenly intensified.

The katana was scorched black by the light.

Black flames roared down the back of the blade, condensing into ghost flames.

"break!"

The girl transformed into a black and red arc of light.

Cut through the chains, cross the sea of fire,
In human form, they confronted the wrath of the ancient gods.

At that moment, the underground world fell silent.

All eight snake heads were raised simultaneously.

The next moment—they all fell together.

boom.

Blood rained down like thunder, splashing onto Tamamo-no-Mae's pure white hair, turning into dazzling red marks.

The giant serpent's body convulsed and disintegrated, turning into billowing green mist.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and burning.

Nobuna fell from the sky.
Foxfire surrounded her body.

Her long hair was tossed about by the wind, like a black flag.

The giant snake fell down.

The figure of the Onmyoji staggered out of the mist.
His eyes were unfocused, and his lips moved slightly:
"Impossible... Burning Star... how could it be... by a mortal..."

--puff.

Before he could finish speaking, his head slid off.

The light of the burning star collapsed within him, turning into nothingness.

All around, there was silence.

Only the white fox was whimpering.
The sound was like mourning, yet also like prayer.

The God of Fate emerged from the mist.
His footsteps trod over blood and ashes, his gaze indifferent: "Clean and efficient."

Shino chuckled and sheathed her sword: "Next stop?"

Si Ming turned his head: "Next stop—the battlefield."

She reached out her hand, and Si Ming smiled slightly, taking her fingertips in his grasp.

They walked out of the ruins side by side.

Behind them, the giant serpent's corpse crumbled in the flames.

Tamamo-no-Mae turned her head and let out a long howl.
It seems to be making an oath for its master.

The flames pierced the ground.
It illuminated the city above, which was awaiting its end.

The artillery fire tore through the night, scorching the clouds above Tokyo, and the thunder turned into a continuous roar.

That wasn't a thunderbolt, it was the Lost One's main gun—

A ghost ship emerged from the Sea of Dreams, its hull semi-transparent and its sails shimmering with starlight, like a whale speeding across the night sky.

Calvino steered with one hand, his smile reflected in the bridge glass—cold, steady, with a touch of artistic madness.

"Adjust the angle and head towards the end point."

He read it in a low voice, as if he were conducting a symphony.

Lilia stood at the front of the deck, her hair whipped up by the night wind.

Her fingers traced arcs of light in the air, and the beacons lit up, with one after another phantom signal appearing to form a navigation array.

"Target locked: Tokyo Tower war zone."

Her tone was like reciting poetry, yet clearer than any command.

Si Ming and Xin Nai fell from the light curtain of the sky bridge.
As it landed on the deck, the firelight and the night wind swept it up together.

Xiao Jinyan waved from the ship's side, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "You two big shots have finally decided to come back."

With a light leap, Shinobu's shadow vanished into sparks behind her.
She raised her hand to brush her hair aside and smiled faintly: "Eight snake heads, counting them is too troublesome. It's more satisfying to cut them off."

Si Ming landed, flicked his longsword, and Jing Chen slid off the blade. He nodded: "Three core elements, all set."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if the sky had been torn apart.

--Ding.

The air suddenly turned cold, and system notification sounds echoed throughout the entire instance space.

The text glowed with white light, and lines of text appeared on the dome of the sky:

[Instance Progress Update]

[Mission Objective: Assemble the "Flame of the End" nuclear device]

[Mission Requirements: Complete the assembly in the designated area and defend it for three hours]

If the attack is successful within three hours, the attack is considered a failure.

[Successfully launched three hours later, target: Tokyo Tower]

This instance is a faction-based deathmatch mode—the losing faction will be completely wiped out by the system.

It was silent, yet more jarring than any judgment.

The wind stopped.

Everyone stared at the words "Complete Annihilation." The air began to smell metallic.
Even the night wind felt like the cold air exhaled from the mouth of death.

Calvino looked up, the smile in his eyes vanishing.

"'Defend for three hours'... Is He planning to use us as sacrifices?"

Si Ming didn't answer; he just chuckled softly.

The laughter carried a familiar, almost chilling calm.

“He even wrote out the countdown,”

He said, "God loves to watch plays—especially to see actors die in the final scene."

Xiao Lianyin tossed her long hair and smirked, "Three hours? Then let them not last an hour."

Her voice was cold and sharp, carrying a tearing heat like the foxfire in her hand.

Nobuna's gaze fell in the direction of Tokyo Tower.

The colossal steel tower loomed faintly in the distant night, its lights twinkling.
And the foxfire in her eyes was burning—

That wasn't anger, but an instinctive desire to win.

“Then we’ll hold out until the very end,” she said.

“Bury them all in three hours.”

Calvino turned the rudder forcefully with both hands.

"Now that the goal has been set, Lost One—full speed ahead, final journey."

Lilia repeated the helm command beside him, the sea breeze and the incantation blending into a melody.

The Lost One trembled, and the illusory light beneath its hull hummed.

The void sea split open, and black waves churned at the stern of the ship, like the scales of a nightmare.

Dozens of main cannons turned simultaneously, with incantations floating on their barrels.

boom--

Light and shadow intertwine, and flames trail long streaks.

The ghost ship pierced through the remaining ukiyo-e barrier.
Heading towards the heart of Tokyo.

The distant sky was also illuminated by the flames of war.

A thunderous explosion came from the direction of Tokyo Tower.

The air trembled from the shattered aftershocks.

That was the shout of another legion—the horn of the Onmyoji headquarters.

Si Ming's fingers brushed against the twin swords at his waist.

"They started moving."

"And what about us?" Xiao Jinyan asked.

Si Ming turned around and cast his gaze toward the fiery red Tokyo.

He smiled, his voice behind the mask calm, yet carrying a commanding edge:
"It's time for us to begin, to let God see a script written by man."

The ghostly banner of the Lost One unfurled in the night.

A white skull intertwined with ocean waves forms the emblem of the deep sea.

Cannon fire and lightning flashed alternately.

The entire ship seemed to be at the end of a storm—sailing towards the stage of doomsday.

This is not a voyage.

This is a gamble that begins at the end.

Beneath Tokyo Tower, the storm is being stretched to its limit.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, the aura of burning runes, and the sense of impending destruction.

A curtain of light, depicting a procession of a hundred demons, enveloped the entire city.
The runes on the barrier flowed like blood vessels.

The wailing of vengeful spirits, the roar of shikigami.
The Tokyo night sky was torn in two—one half was the red of an Onmyoji, and the other half was the blue of a deep-sea nightmare.

Hanakain Hideyuki stood on the altar at the base of the tower, his arrogance finally gone from his pale face.

He listened to the relentless system notification on the radio.
Then look up at the ghost ship sailing in the night sky.

He got it.

finally understood.

Why did Prince Qingjiu order them to stop Siming at all costs?

Why would they sacrifice the entire Cherry Blossom Sea to defend this battle?

Now, it's all too late.

"Notify all troops—" he whispered, but his voice carried throughout the entire Tower District.

"Attack on all fronts. Defending is tantamount to waiting for death. We must go hunting."

--boom!

As his voice fell, the barrier surrounding the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons suddenly burst into flames.

Thousands upon thousands of shikigami awoke in the night.
They rushed along the streets, passing through the ruins of tall buildings, transforming into hordes of vengeful spirits and demons.

The light of blood and incantations intertwined.

The ground beneath the entire Tokyo Tower resembles a boiling pot of blood.

The sounds of ghostly howls, wailing, the clanging of blades, and the chanting of spells intertwined.

That was the prelude to the symphony of hell.

Hundreds of runes lit up on the tower.
The entire force of the Hanakain family, the Mikadoin family, and the Abe family was mobilized.

Their incantations spread like a tide in all directions.

Tokyo has become a living battlefield.

at the same time,

On the other side of the night sea, the Red Dragon was like a flame tearing through the darkness.

Xu Long stood at the bow of the ship, his cloak billowing in the wind, his eyes reflecting the burning city in the distance.

On the deck of the Red Dragon, the gunners were preparing for the next salvo.

The cannon heated up, and energy lines crawled across the deck, as if to awaken a sleeping behemoth.

The system's voice echoed in the minds of every member of the Deep Sea Nightmare team:
[Three Hours of Defense]

Losers will be completely eliminated by the system.

This is not a game hint.

This is a death notice.

Xu Long took a sip of wine, a smile playing on his lips.

"That bastard... really likes fairness."

He put down the wine jug and slowly drew the deep red scimitar from his waist.

Liu Xi stood beside him, their two swords crossed, flames and frost swirling around their blades.
"Captain, what are the orders?"

Xu Long did not answer immediately; his gaze pierced through the glare.
Looking towards the ghost ship speeding through the storm – the Lost One.

That was their hope.

He raised his hand and pointed to the light.

"At all costs—defend them."

"Until the grandest fireworks burst in the sky over Tokyo."

--boom! !
The Red Dragon sounded its horn.

That was the pirates' battle cry, the roar of the deep sea.

The entire fleet responded and moved.

Dozens of airships formed an arc in the night, their cannons lit up simultaneously.

The cannons roared in unison, flames slicing through the sky.
The flames illuminated the outline of Tokyo Tower.

The blood-red tower's shadow clashed with the blue sea of fire—forming a boundary belonging to the apocalypse.

Liu Xi raised his twin swords and roared, "Crimson Dragon Guards, follow me and kill!"

Hundreds of Royal Guard pirates leaped off the ship.
Flames engulfed them as they plummeted to the ground like shooting stars.

The instant they landed, the explosion illuminated the street, revealing a mix of bones and metal.

They carved out a path through the shikigami of Onmyoji.

Amidst the raging flames of gunfire, blood and curses intertwined.

When someone falls, they are immediately swallowed up by the vengeful spirit of the Onmyoji;

Then someone rushed forward and cleaved the demon's head in two with a knife.

that moment,
There are no factions on the battlefield, only the struggle for survival.

Looking from the air—

Beneath Tokyo Tower, a sea of blood surged.

Humans, shikigami, vengeful spirits, and demons are all mixed together.

The battle flag was planted among the rubble.
The skull flag of the Deep Sea Nightmare and the cherry blossom flag of the Onmyoji flashed alternately.

At the highest point—

Xu Long's voice rang out again, resounding through the night sky:

"Deep Sea Nightmare - Victory is certain!!"

Thousands of people echoed in unison.
"Must win!!!"

The sound, like waves, pierced through the barrier and shattered the clouds.

Gunfire, thunder, and roars intertwined.

That wasn't a battle—that was humanity's roar at the gods.

Si Ming stood on the deck of the Lost One.

Looking at the flames of the battlefield,
He said softly, "The betting has begun."

The wind rustled past his clothes.
Tokyo, this ghost town
Finally, the dawn of the end has arrived.

Some people write the story of war with their lives.

Someone used blood to ignite the ending.