Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 534 The Throne of Light
When the light goes out, darkness takes shape.

When God is silent, people learn to pray.

—From *The Book of Light Erosion*, Volume Three: The Descent of the Eclipse Ring

There was no wind in the corridor.

The darkness was not a cover, but a substance; it flowed along the walls, as if it were breathing.

There is no up or down, no direction, only an infinitely extending road—a road woven from shadows.

On that road, she was walking forward, and he was walking backward.

The woman walked with graceful steps, her white pencil skirt trailing on the ground, her red-soled high heels clicking against the shadows.
Each step produced a soft, metallic sound.

The man walked backwards, his shoe soles touching hers, his hair hanging down.

Blood flowed backward from the tip of his nose, staining his forehead red.

One is upright, the other upside down, as if mirror images are mutually attracting each other—

The symmetry of yin and yang, the breath of light and shadow.

With each step, the structure of the corridor reverses its orientation:
The light was pressed down to the ground, and the shadow fell to the sky.

The rhythm is like a heartbeat:

—Slap. Slap. Slap.

--Snapped.

She walks in the sunlight, he walks in the shadows.

The woman's voice rang out first, tinged with languor and impatience:
"You're still the same as ever, making people's lives a headache."

The man's voice came from below, like an echo coming from behind a mirror:

"I just happened to be walking in your reflection."

"Then please walk carefully." Her voice was as cold as a knife.

"Don't peek."

The man chuckled softly, his tone restrained to the point of gentleness:

"I never look at things I shouldn't look at."

"That's disgusting."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The journey continues.

The textures of the shadows intersected beneath their feet, like some kind of living script being arranged.

That is the “Path of the Most High”—the only passage to the seat of God.

When their steps were completely synchronized, a door appeared at the end of the corridor.

The door had no lock, no gaps, only a huge "eye" symbol.

Their pupils slowly rotated, reflecting their images:

One person in white, one person in black.
One upright, one upside down, facing each other in life and death.

The woman stopped and gently exhaled.

"Annoying rules."

The man wiped the blood from his nose and smiled politely: "Order must be maintained."

They both reached out at the same time, placing their palms on the spinning pupil.

—Light reversal.

The entire space suddenly plummeted.

The floor is back in place, and the ceiling is back on top.

The shadow lay back at my feet, and the direction of time began to turn again.

They fell from a weightless dream into an orderly reality.

Behind the door was a huge circular hall.

Twelve chairs were arranged around a dark, round table.

The desktop is as black as ink, with light reflecting off its surface.

A black sun hung in the sky—

The light was cold, did not burn, and only shone on shadows, not on people.

Behind each seat at the round table, a faint halo of light floated.

That is the mark of the "seat," symbolizing the supreme power of the twelve domains.

The woman raised her hand to adjust the hem of her skirt and gracefully walked across the patch of light and shadow.

Her red shoes scraped across the ground, leaving bloody marks.

“I hate the smell here,” she said softly.

The man followed closely behind, his steps slow and deliberate.

"That's the smell of power."

The two walked to their respective seats one after the other.

The shadows and white light intertwined and stretched behind them.

She stopped and lowered her head slightly.

The voice carried a languid respect:
"Gluttonous Lunar Eclipse, obey your command."

He then bent down, his smile undiminished:

"The Mirror Realm has collapsed, and I have come in response to the call."

The head of the round table slowly turned.

It was a chair that no one could look directly at.

The person on the chair was wearing a black robe.

His head was not a physical body, but a slowly rotating sea of ​​stars.

The stars are collapsing, and the light is being swallowed up.

—He is Mr. World.

When his gaze fell upon it, the light around the entire round table dimmed.

The sound didn't come from his mouth.

Instead, it sounded simultaneously from the entire space.
As if God were whispering in a dream:

"Everyone's here, so let's begin."

The black sun rotates, and the light flows.

Mr. World slowly raised his head.

His "face" was a sea of ​​stars.
Stars are born and collapse, creating silent cosmic storms within them.

The light emanated from his body, not to illuminate, but to engulf.

He spoke, and his voice resounded throughout the entire hall—

"The Arrogant Sun—Report your defeat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man on the left side of the round table slowly stood up.

His face was handsome, with a faint smile playing on his lips.

A golden fox shadow appeared behind him, its nine tails splitting into eight, the tips of which intertwined to form the shape of characters.

He clasped his hands in a salute, his voice steady and restrained, yet carrying a hint of resentment and coldness.

"Tokyo copy - Fate recovery, failed."

There was no sound at the round table.

The black sun emitted a very faint "humming" sound, like the heartbeat of the deep sea.

Kyogen no Yang continued:

"The enemy is not a single supreme being."

Fate, Nightmare, Reflection, and Yellow Robe – all four elements are activated simultaneously.

This situation is beyond my ability to reverse alone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a low chuckle came from across the round table.

The laughter was like flowing water in a dream, sometimes near, sometimes far.

The phantom of the Nightmare Tide floated in mid-air.
He was a figure draped in a bathrobe and wearing a veil.
The voice was muffled, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.

"A fox, yet it can't even kill a mortal?"

Before the laughter had even subsided, a lazy female voice came from the other side.

Taotie Lunar Eclipse leaned back in her chair, her red lips slightly upturned.

Her fingers were wrapped with fine blood vessels.
Sweet voice, yet poisonous:
"At least he's tasted fire. What about you? Still trapped in your dreams, crying?"

The Nightmare Tide laughed twice, then vanished in a cloud of white mist.
The whispers still echoed throughout the hall:

"Eating too much can also cause choking."

The Mirror Realm collapsed, and he sat among them.

The face flickered in and out of the light.

Like a virtual image reflected in a mirror.

He tapped the table with his knuckles, making a soft rhythm:

"Fate crumbles, and the reflection is unstable."

Unfortunately, they didn't even finish one scene.

From the other side of the dark sun, came the sound of pages turning.

The man in yellow was wearing a tattered golden mask.

The voice was deep and cold:

“I can write him as a tragedy.”

A fox, betraying the gods, died by fate.

He closed the book, his sigh tinged with amusement.

The Starry Sky Book sat at the other end of the round table.
It was a being that appeared to be humanoid, but was composed of symbols and data lines.

He turned the transparent pages, his tone almost mechanically flat:
"The fate line is about to be reorganized, but the photo-etching protocol has already deviated."

Statistics show a failure rate of 99%.

The voice sounded like a cold laugh, but it was devoid of emotion.

A series of soft laughs followed.

The laughter was soft and sweet, carrying a woman's warmth.

The shadow of the Blood Banquet Mark emerged in the reflection of the black sun.

She seemed to be sitting amidst roses, her voice soft and gentle:
"Is the cleaning about to begin again?"
Ah, I really miss the taste from last time—sweet and bitter.

She stretched out her hand, a drop of blood dripping from her fingertip onto the table.

In an instant, it transformed into a blooming red flower. The entire round table seemed to be filled with countless laughs, whispers, and sarcasm.

The arrogant Yang stood in the center, remaining silent throughout.

He simply lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and his gaze was so calm it was almost stiff.

—Until Mr. World's voice rang out again.

The sound had no pitch or variation.
But all the laughter, breathing, and data flow stopped instantly.

"Failure is acceptable."

He paused,

In an instant, the light of the dark sun changed from warm and cold to blinding white.

“But if you do it too many times, you don’t deserve to sit here.”

The hall fell into deathly silence.

The shadow of Kyogen no Yo trembled slightly on the ground.
He raised his head, his golden eyes reflecting the black sun.

Mr. World extends his hand.
The hand looked like it was made of light and fragments of starlight.

"I swear to pay with my life."

That wasn't an order, it was a declaration.

The black sun suddenly spun around.

The light pierced through Kyogen no Yo's body.
He staggered and knelt on one knee.

A golden fox tail exploded behind him, only to be instantly swallowed by light.

He responded in a low voice:
"As you command—I, Yang, who speaks wildly, swear to pay with my life."

The sunlight dimmed, returning to its cool tone.

The air began to flow again.

One by one, the projectors on the round table raised their heads.
They either sneered or sighed.

Mr. World's voice echoed once again:
"Let's continue—our agenda is not over yet."

The Taotie Lunar Eclipse chuckled softly.
Long, slender fingers traced an arc on the table.
The arc resembled blood, and also a flower.

"The taste of power is always addictive."

The sea of ​​stars above the black sun trembled slightly.
The meeting resumed.

The black sun began to rotate.

The cold, radiant sun hanging above the round table seemed to be propelled by an unseen force.
It slowly opened its "eyes".

Rays of light shot out from the center,

Twelve floating card shadows condensed in mid-air—

Vague, ancient, imbued with flowing data and divine script.

They revolve around the black sun, like planets orbiting a dead star.

That is—the projection of the supreme.

Twelve cards representing the foundation of the universe.

Each one exudes a different aura:
Love, dreams, mirrors, shadows, blood, wisdom, desire, death...

The low murmur of the dark sun is transformed into language.

Mr. World's voice emerged from the light.

There were still no ups and downs, yet the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

"Lifeline - Taotie Recycling Project, launched."

The sound was like a bell struck by a god.

Every word resonated deep within the soul.

“You are inheritors, not creators.”

"A Tribute to the Primordial Silence."

"To reclaim for Him the scattered Supreme."

A very faint hissing sound echoed around the round table.
That was the data correcting itself, and it was also the silent response from everyone present.

The Taotie, eclipsed by the lunar eclipse, looked up, its lips curving slightly.

Her eyes turned a deep red in the darkness of the sunlight.

Like a blooming blood flower.

She rose gracefully, the hem of her skirt trailing on the table.

Each step left a faint red mark.

"As you wish, Mr. World."

Her voice was gentle, yet it concealed a subtle pleasure.

"Since it's recycling, then I'll go and devour it myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Mirror Realm Collapse, located two seats away from her, chuckled softly.

"Or be swallowed up."

The moon eclipse's smile deepened.
"That depends on who bites whom first."

"enough."

A ray of light flashed in the darkness, and Mr. World's voice fell silent again.
The laughter was immediately silenced.

"Remember, until you get the card, you're all just—borrowing space."

The light suddenly shone brightly, making each projected figure appear cracked.

That light was not a warm glow, but a judgmental gaze.

"I do not support incompetent people."

The moment the sound faded, the entire round table came to a standstill.

No one spoke anymore.

Even breathing felt like being confined.

The Taotie moon eclipse lowered its head, its posture resembling that of a maidservant in a ritual.

The phantoms of the nightmare tide condensed into a low mist in the air.
The reflected face shatters and then heals.

The pages of the yellow-robed book quietly closed.
The petals of the blood banquet withered and turned to ash one by one.

The center of the black sun slowly contracted.

—The agenda is now adjourned.

The light converged into a door-shaped slit.

That is the Gate of Light Erosion.

It leads to different planes of existence.
It is the boundary between the "divine kingdom" and the "copy".

It is also the entrance to their hunting world.

The moment the door opened, all twelve seats on the round table lit up simultaneously.

Beams of light rose from under the seats.

The bodies of those phantoms were gradually broken down into data streams.

Like a planet derailing,
They were sucked into their respective dimensions.

The Gluttonous Moon Eclipse was the last to leave.

She looked back at the dark sun.

He gave a smile that was almost devout.

"For you, and for that lavish feast."

A red light enveloped her body.

Her image dissolved in the light.
Only a wisp of blood fragrance remained.

—The Gate of Light Erosion is closed.

The round table fell silent again.

The cold light remained unchanged, with only two figures still present.

The reflection had faded, leaving only the arrogant Yang kneeling in place.

He raised his head and looked at the center of the dark sun.

The golden pupils reflected that sea of ​​stars.

He spoke softly.
His tone was almost as if he were talking to himself.

"One day, fate will turn against the creator."

no respond.

The black sun was silent.

But deep within it,

A faint glimmer of black light quietly appeared—

That was the aura of "Zero Point Godhood".

The original silence.

No one saw its shape.

No one heard its voice.

However, all the seats, even though the projection had long since disappeared.
At that moment, all was still—silence.

Time stood still, and even the rotation of the black sun slowed down.

At this moment, even the gods are listening to the "silence".

Then—the light went out.

The twelve statues fell silently into the void.

The black sun closed its eyes again.
It's like swallowing the entire universe into a dream.

Only that suppressed, lingering echo remained.

It came from deep within.
Low and clear:
"Go—reclaim the world order."

Madman Yang lowered his head.

His shadow slowly spread across the ground.

It transformed into a golden fox.

Silently, I stepped into the darkness behind the door.

The Seat of Light Erosion fell into utter silence.

When the dark sun rises again
The world will usher in a new feast.

—The Light-Erosion Sutra, Volume 1, End: The Kingdom of Gods Without Light

(End of this chapter)