Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 550 Disaster Area Unsealed
The rules are the cage, and the one who creates the cage is God.

If God is caged, then all things are imprisoned.

—The Book of Light Erosion, Volume Four, Domain of Calamity

A sea of ​​red flowers grows underground.

This is a living garden—

Each one is like a living organism forged from flesh and blood.
The petals are thick and smooth, with red sap constantly oozing from the fine thorns along the edges.
The air was filled with a sweet smell mixed with the smell of rust.

The Umbrella Corporation, the temporary base of the Misty Ghost Town instance, the biological experimental zone, is known as "Blood Flower Garden".

There is no sunlight here.

Only dozens of white nutrient lamps hung from the ceiling.
The cold light illuminated the blood-red veins on the flower, resembling countless smiling human faces.

Haruno Miyoko crouched among the flowers.
She was wearing a white lab coat, her cuffs stained with red liquid.
I am gently watering the carnivorous plant.

The pot in her hand was not a water jug, but a culture jar.

When the jar is tilted, thick, dark red nutrients slowly flow down.
It fell into the heart of the flower.

The petals trembled slightly and immediately closed.

It made a wet, sucking sound.

The sound was like a baby suckling.

Yet it was interspersed with the soft sounds of flesh and bone being chewed.

Miyoko's smile was faint.
Yet it possesses a morbid tenderness.

"Good girl... take small bites."

She gently touched the petals with her fingertips.

It's like coaxing a greedy child.

The flowers swayed gently, as if in response.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

An assistant in a black protective suit hurried closer.

Holding the data tablet in his hands,
His face was pale, and his tone was cautious:
"Report to the director."

It has been confirmed that the two altars, Purification and Sparrow Shade, have been purified by the Mystic Master faction.

We have only captured the 'Stinky Lung Altar' so far.
The next target... is still being explored.

Miyoko stopped moving.

drop--

A drop of red liquid fell from the spout of the pot.

It hit her shoe, splattering a little blood.

She didn't look up.

"You just said there were three altars..."

The voice was soft, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Two were taken by someone else?"

The assistant's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Yes, yes, Director."

Miyoko finally stood up.

Her hair fell under the white light.

It covered half of her face.

Her smile vanished.

His eyes became vacant.

"How disappointing."

She held out her hand.

My fingertips brushed against a huge flower beside me.

The flowers seemed to sense their owner's emotions.

They closed instantly.

It made a muffled "plop" sound.

A laboratory mouse was inhaled.

The petals twitched.

"Crunch, crunch"—the sound of chewing bones filled the air.

The assistant's face turned deathly pale.

The other researchers also instinctively lowered their heads.
They knelt neatly on the ground.
They dared not make a sound.

A suffocating silence fell over the air.

"Director, we will expedite the process!"

One of them gave a trembling guarantee.

Miyoko tilted her head and looked at them.

Her smile reappeared.
Soft and alluring, yet with a chilling edge.

"'ASAP'?"

She repeated softly,
His tone of voice revealed almost no emotion.

I don't like 'as soon as possible'.

She reached out and flicked her fingertips lightly.

The rat-eating flower suddenly opened.

Blood gushed from the center of the flower.

It splashed all over the assistant's face.

Miyoko turned around.

Her voice was as sweet as sugar.

“I like it now.”

The air condensed instantly.

Everyone lowered their heads and held their breath.

The garden fell into a deathly silence.

Only the rustling sound of petals gently swaying could be heard.

Like countless whispers murmuring.

Miyoko raised her head.

As if he wanted to say something more,
But then it suddenly stopped.

She frowned slightly.
It was as if they sensed something.

Just at this time,

A gentle yet unfamiliar voice.
A voice came from behind her:

"Is it because the audience equipment is limiting your speed?"

Or... are you all too full to work for me anymore?

The voice carried a slight chuckle.
But it's like a cold, sharp blade.
It sliced ​​through the air of the entire Blood Flower Garden.

The petals closed at the same time.

The lights in the entire experimental area dimmed.

Haruno Miyoko's back trembled slightly.

She turned back slowly.

But all that could be seen was the flowers bowing low.
The petals snapped shut, and the flower stem curled up on the ground.

In an instant, all the bright red flowers fell silent.

It was as if they were worshipping an unseen being.

The lights in the experimental area flashed three times and then went out.

Immediately afterwards, red mist slowly rose from the ground.

Like a breathing membrane, it envelops the ceiling.

Every breath became heavy.

The subordinates turned pale and knelt down one after another.

The voices were uniform yet trembling:
"Lord Taotie Lunar Eclipse, may the Taotie Mother Goddess be well!"

The wind blows the fog.

The blood splattered and trembled, and the experimental instruments emitted a deep resonance.

That familiar scent

Step out from between the fog and the light.

Her mother goddess, Miranda.

Her footsteps were almost silent.

The light shone at her feet, but it could not illuminate her.

Her body was half human and half a fluid structure of plant.

Greenish-blue mycelium was crawling between the skin.
Delicate fungal roots extended from her arm.
It blends into the air.

She looked up, her eyes calm.

Deep within the eyes was a layer of fine green spore light.
A chilling aura, a blend of life and death, flickered in the darkness.

She smiled.

"In my garden, laziness is a sin."

I don't like sin.

The voice was gentle.

But it made all the flower bushes tremble.

The next second, several carnivorous plants suddenly closed up.

Several lab technicians who were slower to kneel didn't even get a chance to utter a sound.

Then it was swept into the heart of the flower by those flowers.

Blood gushed from between the petals, staining the floor red.

The sound of chewing bones.
It's like a ritual.

"Mother God forgive me!"

Miyoko knelt on one knee, her head bowed very low.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained gentle.

Miranda turned around.

Her skirt trailed with mycelium.

Each step left a faint greenish-blue mark on the ground.

She walked up to Miyoko.

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips through her hair.

"Get up, Miyoko."

Her voice softened again.

It's like coaxing a child.

"You are still my most perfect creation."

Miyoko raised her head.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of ecstasy and fear.

"Mother Goddess..."

Tell me, what's the situation?

Miyoko reported in a low voice:
“The audience installations are still limiting us.”

Although we have purged most of the Mystics Guild members, due to rule restrictions, we cannot forcibly break into the altar.

Miranda listened without changing her expression.

Just speak lightly.

"Miyoko, I don't want to become the next Kyogen no Hikaru."

Miyoko was stunned. "By the Mother Goddess, it is my incompetence."

A cold glint flashed in Miranda's eyes.

"Some people think they can change their destiny."

Unfortunately, he was just an actor using a camera angle.

Characters who are killed off in the script don't have an ending.

She turned around.

My fingertips traced a giant flower of blood.

The flower immediately drooped its head.

It seemed as if he was bowing to her.

"We are called the First Throne."

We are His subjects; rules are meant to bind mortals.

She slowly turned her head.
The spores in the corner of my eye shimmered.

"And we are the ones who make the rules."

She raised her hand.

The air trembled slightly.

A card slowly appeared in her palm.

The card emitted a suppressed light.

The card surface is jet black, yet countless silver lines flow within it.

Like growing vines twining around the card.

[The Law of Transgression] - The Primal Law

Miranda whispered:

"Mr. World is extremely interested in this operation."

He bestowed upon them two cards of excess for this purpose.

Each card can only be used once.
"Just once, it can break the rules of the instance."

She smiled and looked at Miyoko.

"I'll keep one for myself, and you can have the other one."

The card slowly floated in the air.

The metal frame reflected light off Miyoko's face.

Miranda's voice became extremely low:

"Bring back the gluttonous beast, and the Lord of Destiny."

Don't make me do it myself.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Miyoko took the card with both hands.

He bowed his head and gave a deep bow.

"I will obey the will of the Mother Goddess."

Miranda looked at her, a smile curving her lips.

"very good.

Go, my rose.
Go forth and unleash your disaster.

Red mist spread out.
The air became warm and sweet-smelling again.

Miranda's figure gradually faded into the fog.

Only her last, echoing whisper remained:

“Remember, Miyoko.

When the flowers bloom, that is the day the gods descend.

After Miranda's presence dissipated, Blood Flower Garden fell into an eerie silence.

The air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only the breath of the flowers.

Haruno Miyoko stood quietly in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

Looking down at the card in his hand, he saw the card: [Limitless Law] - "Primordial Law".

The card surface shimmered like blood.

The texture of light is not flowing, but rather "creeping".

The metal surface has a faint pulsation.

Like a heart that is still beating.

Her reflection was cast on the card, elongated and distorted.

In an instant, she saw the reflection smiling at her.

Miyoko blinked gently and smiled.

“The audience setup… is such a constraint.”

Her voice was soft, but it carried a hint of weariness.

Her fingertips glide across the card, leaving a trail of blood on her skin.

"As a high-ranking stellar calamity... I should be invincible."

"But they can only play a useless role in low-level dungeons."

She looked up at the garden ceiling.
Those white nutrient lamps are still flickering.

Illuminate this land covered in blood.

“Mother Goddess,” she murmured softly.

"Now, I can finally activate the 'Disaster Zone',"
I will breathe life back into this copy.

Her smile was gentle, but her eyes gradually turned crazed.

She reached out and touched the silver ring around her neck.

That's the limiting ring of the "audience installation."
The shackles that bind her power.

Miranda ordered her to take it with her in case she was "rejected from entering the instance".

The toroidal surface is engraved with fine data patterns.
It shimmered faintly under the light.

Miyoko whispered, "You should break."

She twisted her fingers.
"Click."

The sound was extremely soft, yet it seemed to cut a crack in the air.

The light suddenly dimmed.

The sealing ring split in two and fell to the ground, turning into black ash.

The next instant, the entire garden emitted a low hum.

The ground shook.

Countless vines sprouted from the soil.

Like a swarm of snakes, they coiled and rose.

The petals trembled.

Dark red liquid overflowed from the center of the flower.
A sweet, fishy smell permeated every breath of air.

The nutrient lamp exploded.
Broken glass fell, sparks flew.

The light reflected off Miyoko's face, half in the light and half in the shadows.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the chaotic smell.

"Ah... this is what it feels like to be alive."

The stems of the blood flower were twisted and gnarled.

They gathered around her along the ground.

They look like they are crawling towards the mother.

She stretched out her arms.

"Come, my flowers."

The petals opened one by one.

Her face was reflected deep within each flower.

Those smiles were countless.
Staring at her from different angles simultaneously
Smile at the same time.

The air began to vibrate.

That was the sound of the Cataclysm shield restarting.

Visible energy waves emanated from her body.

The floorboards creaked under the weight.

Red mist rose from beneath her feet.

Her hair floated slowly.

The eyes turned deep red in the light.

Her skin had a crystalline texture.
The blood-red lines spread from his neck to the back of his hand.

She opened her mouth and uttered a word that was almost inhuman:

"Disaster area - unsealed".

boom,
At that moment, Blood Flower Court erupted.

Light exploded from beneath her feet.

A red wave of energy swept across the entire experimental area.

The air was filled with shrill whistles and low growls.
The flowers grew wildly in an instant.

Their roots tore through the metal floor.
The petals burst through the wall.

It swept in like a giant wave.

Red light, blood mist, pollen,
Everything is mixed together.
It formed a devastating storm.

The alarm sounds.

Red lights flashed, and warning sounds echoed throughout the experimental area.

The door lock was broken.

The steel plates in the corridor were caught in the roots of the flowers.
It shattered instantly.

Miyoko stood in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers,
Her skirt was lifted up by the flowers.

It was as if he possessed countless blood-red thrones.

She gently stroked the petals, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"A mere low-level stellar disaster..."

Even for holders of the Supreme Card,
And it will eventually be swallowed up.

The wind howled and rushed in.

The petals transformed into tens of thousands of sharp blades.
It swirls and whistles through the air.

Each petal shimmered with a red light.

Every tremor was like the pulse of death.

Miyoko slowly raised her head.
Looking at the high-hanging red warning light,
His eyes were calm, with an almost morbid satisfaction.

Her voice blended seamlessly with the roar.
The entire experimental area was bathed in a crimson light.

The walls collapsed, and the sea of ​​flowers submerged the equipment.
Even the air was torn apart.

The smell of pollen and blood mingled together.
The taste was so sweet it was nauseating.
Yet it is also full of the joy of life.

The last ray of light went out.

The Blood Flower Garden was completely engulfed by the red light.

When the alarm fell silent,
Only low breathing could be heard throughout the entire experimental area.

That's the breath of the flower.

Yes, that's the pulse of the disaster zone.

When the flowers bloom in blood, the disaster zone will be activated.

The eater and the eaten are merely two sides of the same petal.

—From the *Taotie Jing* (The Classic of Gluttony), Chapter on Lunar Eclipse

(End of this chapter)