Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 527 The Countdown to the End

The world's bells are about to toll.
The final chapter of the story has ended.

—Tokyo Funeral Song

The night was heavy and oppressive, even the wind seemed to be panting.

The Lost One pierced the clouds, its eerie blue silhouette cast upon a landscape of ruins on the outskirts of Tokyo.

That was an old-fashioned military base.

Rusty hangar, cracked runway,
The remaining road sign bears a faded warning: "No Entry".

The ship retracted and the port doors opened.

Six figures leaped down, their boots crushing gravel and rust.

As the light swept across, the internal structure of the base became faintly discernible.

It resembles a temple long abandoned by the gods.

Si Ming looked up, his gaze passing through the dilapidated dome.

At that moment, starlight fell on his mask.

It also landed on that missile silo buried under the cover of night.

"The stage He chooses always has a touch of poetry," he said with a faint smile.

The system notification tone followed immediately, as cold as a farewell.

[Mission Location Confirmed: Abandoned Nuclear Facility No. 07]

[Objective: Activate the "Flame of the End" launch system]

Estimated assembly time: 180 minutes

After the line of text finished flashing, all the lights turned on at the same time.

The ground trembled, the protective cover of the missile silo slid open, and the sound of heavy metal scraping against each other echoed in the darkness.

Xiao Jinyan carried a silver container containing nuclear elements on his back.

As I walked through the corridor, every step echoed in the empty steel space.

The sound was monotonous and the rhythm was steady.
It's as if time is counting down each breath.

[Beep—Temperature of the nuclear element container: Normal]

[Radiation stability: Good]

He looked down at the three elemental cores that were shimmering faintly.

Purple, blue, and red intertwine,

Like three artificial hearts.

“We’re really creating a god.” He smiled.
The laughter sounded eerie in the empty passageway.

Inside the main control cabin, Xiao Lianyin had already turned on the terminal light screen.

The control panel, dormant for a century, came to life under her fingertips.
Countless red lights turned from dark to bright, like soul lamps rekindled on the River Styx.

"Confirm element loading location."

"Reactor access is open."

"Core Integration Mode - Activated".

Her voice was calm.

But the speed of his fingertips betrayed the suppressed tension.

A cautious whisper came through the private chat channel:
"Loading complete, three elements stable."

"The temperature has dropped below the safety line."

Si Ming leaned against the wall, lifting the lower half of his mask.

He answered softly:

"let's start."

that moment,
The light screen suddenly lit up.

The mechanical structure in the center of the missile silo was unlocked.

Metal arms interlock, projectile rises—

A huge, silver-white missile slowly rose to the surface.

The friction sound of the slide rails was like a prayer.

The surface of the nuclear bomb is covered with intricate runes.
Each symbol is like a crack etched into fate.
It gleamed with an ominous blue light in the cold glow.

The system prompt sounds again:
The "Flame of the End" activation process was successful.

[Countdown: 02:59:59]

There was silence.

Only the countdown numbers flashed on the screen.

Every time you flash,
They all resemble heartbeats.

It is not human, but global.

The wind blew into the well, creating a metallic echo.

Siming looked up at the rising silver light.
It was as if I were looking at an upside-down sacred object.

He spoke, his voice as soft as a whisper:
"Witness this, it is not war."

"This is a funeral."

Xiao Jinyan turned his head and replied with a half-smile:

"So, the six of us are the funeral procession?"

The God of Fate smiled but did not answer.
His mask gleamed with a pale gold hue under the missile's glow.

Xiao Lianyin looked up from the terminal.
Those eyes reflected the time on the screen.

"We have three hours."

She said softly, "In three hours, Tokyo will no longer have a tower."

Nobuna stood at the end of the corridor, her katana hanging limply in her hand.

Her foxfire illuminated the wall.

In the firelight, hundreds of bullet casings engraved with incantations flickered.

That was their last barrier, their last hope.

Calvino quietly closed the black violin case between his fingers.

The voice was deep, yet carried a quiet warmth:
"The final symphony is about to begin."

Lilia whistled softly.
"Then let's play."

The light screen flickered again.

The markings on the missile casing light up:

"THE END—Final Sequence No. 0"

The entire base shook.

The reactor deep inside began to operate.

An aerial view—

A blue and white halo illuminated the ruins on the outskirts of Tokyo.
It was as if the heart of the world had been reignited.

Time is counting down.

The world is holding its breath.

The six of them stood atop the altar of missile glory.
The shadows intertwine to form a silent mural—

Like six people,

Priests who conduct funeral rites for the city.

At the end of the night, the base was as silent as the heartbeat of the universe.

A silver missile stood in the center, its cold light reflecting the silhouettes of six people.

They were silent; only the sound of the wind whistling against the missile casing could be heard.

The God of Fate walked to the west.

He raised his right hand, and the chessboard spread out from the void.

The black and white checkered pattern looks like it's falling from the Milky Way, stretching to the horizon square by square.

Every time he placed a chess piece, the air made a "click" sound.

That wasn't sound; it was space closing.

The chess pieces, like living things, spread across the ground.

Black and white devour and derive from each other.
Intertwined to form an endless realm of light and shadow—the Corridor of Illusion.

"All living beings are like pieces on a game of chess."

The voice of the God of Fate was calm, as if declaring to fate itself.

"A single step can be calculated a thousand times."

At the end of the black and white checkered pattern, emptiness surges.

Every line and every square is an intersection of time and reality.

That is a spatial web woven together by "fate" and "deception".

On the east side, Calvino stood at the edge of the ruins.

He put down the violin case and plucked the strings with his fingertips.

A musical note falls to the ground.

boom--

The earth turned into the sea.

A dreamlike, dark sea rises, and waves grow from the air.

The crests of the waves shimmered with iridescent light, a dreamy blue-silver glow sparkling with each surge.

In the depths of that sea, the ghost ship slowly rose to the surface.
The sails were torn, yet the wind howled between them.

The whales swam in the deep blue void, their bodies translucent.

Like stars in a dream.

"The sea of ​​the lost allows no second direction."

Calvino said softly, his eyes reflecting the sea.

His dream was a realm, and also a graveyard.

Where the sea of ​​dreams rises, every living being will be dragged into illusion.
Drowning in one's deepest desires.

On the south side, Xiao Jinyan took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly turned into water.

Mirror Lake unfolds.

He turned to look at Si Ming and smiled.

"This time, I won't make the same mistake."

The mirror's light instantly reflected the sky.

The entire battlefield was upside down.
Human figures, missiles, and ruins were all reflected in the water.
It's like they exist simultaneously in parallel worlds. "Whoever dares to cross the mirror will surely be trapped in their own reflection."

His voice echoed across the lake, carrying a hint of youthful arrogance.

Within the Mirror Lake, all the shadows whispered.
That is the law of the world of reflections:
The mirror is the boundary, and the shadow is the prison.

The sky to the north suddenly flipped.

Lilia gently raised her hand, and a light rune flew up.
It landed in mid-air and transformed into a giant silver mirror.

—"The Upside-Down Sea" is launched.

The clouds fell.

The seawater flowed down from the sky backwards.

The wreckage of the fleet floated in the air.

The electric arcs flickered, illuminating the edge of the night.

Her voice was carried by the wind:

"Heaven and earth hang upside down, the sea is surging with waves."

Looking from outside her domain
The entire base was like being surrounded by an inverted mirror of the sea.

Heaven and earth are reversed, day and night have no boundaries.

The inverted sea is both the sky and the abyss.

Enemies who enter it will lose their sense of direction, gravity, and hope.

At the center of the base, Xiao Lianyin and Xin Nai stood side by side.

Crimson golden foxfire spread from beneath their feet.

The nine tails and eight tails intertwine, like two blazing flowers.

The Nine-Tailed Fox's flame color was bright yet soft.

Each flick of its tail turned into a gust of wind.

It swept away the dust and stench.

The flames of Tamamo-no-Mae were even more intense.

She roared to the sky, and fox flames exploded.

The silver shell of the missile compartment was illuminated.

The missiles stood silently behind them.
It resembles a giant "divine spear".

It is not a weapon, but the incarnation of a god.

These six were the last guardians of the gods.

Nobuna's long hair was whipped up by the wind.
She said softly, "This moment is just like a ritual."

Xiao Lianyin smiled: "However, what we are sacrificing is the world."

The six people each resided in a different region, and the four domains were opened up simultaneously.

The Corridor of Illusions, the Sea of ​​Dreams, the Lake of Mirrors, the Upside-Down Sea—

Surrounding the central nuclear flame base,
Looking down from high altitude,
This battlefield is like five dimensions superimposed on a single map.

Overlap, interlock, breathing.

The sky was torn apart by five-colored light.

Each crack shimmered with a different hue:
Black and white, silver and blue, mirror and fire.

That was the prelude to the war of the gods.

For the first time, the human realm and the original rules collided on the ruins of Tokyo.

The God of Fate stood in the center of the chessboard.
I looked up at the blood-red sky in the distance.

His voice was low and cold:

"Next, we wait for them to arrive."

The wind rises, the dust settles, and the pulse of the night beats.

The countdown timer on the missile casing is still flashing—

【02:47:03】

The world held its breath.

A battle that transcends the boundaries between humans and gods.

It is taking shape.

The sky over Tokyo has completely cracked open.

That city, once known as the "heart of neon," is now nothing but blood and fire.

Hideyuki Kakaiin stood on the platform at the base of the Tokyo Tower, the wind billowing his long robe.

He raised his hand and waved his fan.

The runes of Yin-Yang magic bloomed beneath his feet, and the array patterns of the Hundred Ghosts Parade expanded like a vortex.

"kill--!"

His angry roar shook the heavens and earth.

Countless shikigami emerged from the shadows of the barrier:
A red-eyed demon warrior, a vengeful spirit with disheveled hair, a bewitching woman wielding a paper umbrella, a wild soul clad in armor...

They surged towards the nuclear flame base from all directions of the city like a tide.

The howls of a hundred demons echoed throughout Tokyo.

The entire night sky was ablaze with runes and cursed fire.

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened.

—That wasn't thunder, it was artillery fire.

The silhouette of the Lost One broke through the clouds, followed by the fleet of the Deep Sea Nightmare.

The Red Dragon led the way, its dragon head at the bow spewing flames.

Hundreds and thousands of airships emerged from the cracks in the night.

The turret rotated, and flames shot out.
A shower of light fell from the clouds—

That wasn't rain, it was fire.

Xu Long stood at the bow of the Crimson Dragon, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

His figure was outlined by the firelight, revealing the silhouette of the pirate king.

With a musket in hand, his laughter was like a storm:
"--kill!"

The cannons roared in unison, and the roar of the fleet sounded like a pod of whales bellowing.

The shells pierced the air, blasting fiery fissures in their wake.

Below, the Onmyoji's army of a hundred demons was blown to smithereens.

Blood and ash mingled into mud, and the Oni warriors rose again.

They continued their charge, stepping over the remains of their comrades.

Xu Long raised his musket, and a flash of light appeared at the muzzle.
A runemaster's head exploded a hundred meters away.

He turned around and smiled at Liu Xi beside him:
"They think they're defending the city?"

Liu Xi's answer was to draw his two swords.

Huangyan - fire.

Ice Phoenix - Frost.

Two forces intertwined in his hands, creating a magnificent dance of death.

"Let them know what a massacre of a city is."

The twin swords traced a cross, and a storm of flames and frost swept across the battlefield.

The Crimson Dragon Guards followed, their figures bathed in firelight and flames.
They transformed into an army of meteorites falling from the sky.

On the ground, the battle has lost all boundaries.

The Onmyoji's shikigami army is as vast as the tide.

Pirate warriors from the deep-sea nightmare surge like waves.

Each collision sends up a spray of blood.

Cannon fire, incantations, spirit beasts, and warships intertwine to create a symphony of destruction.

The fire of the fox, the blood of the ghost, the light of steel, the shadow of thunder.

Tokyo is no longer a city, but a burning dream.

On the west side, Si Ming stood on the illusory chessboard.

Behind him, black and white checkerboard patterns flashed alternately.

Each explosion created ripples on his grid.

He looked up, gazing in the direction of Tokyo Tower.

A blood-red sky, a battlefield bathed in flames.

It's like a painting about to be burned.

"The gambling begins."

"Everyone will die in three hours."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling glint in his eyes.

The chessboard spread out beneath his feet.

Like an invisible hand, it pulls the entire battlefield into a game of fate.

The moment the chess piece falls, the intersection of black and white flashes.

A dozen or so shikigami within the Hundred Demon Formation were crushed by spatial reversal.

The air was filled with the smell of burning.

A system notification sounded in the minds of all players:
[Countdown: 02:39:59]

[Task Status: In Progress]

Everyone heard the sound.

That was the tolling of the world's bells, cold and merciless.

The night sky was torn apart by artillery fire.

A three-hour war

At this moment, it officially begins.

Flowers and trees in Dongfeng night,
More blown away,
Stars fell like rain.

Fate held its breath here.

The world was amazed.

Tokyo, no one will weep for you tonight.

—A Funeral from Japan

(End of this chapter)