Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 561 The Descent of the Colorful Realm
"The world of God is two-dimensional."
Human struggle is merely the lines drawn on a pen.

—From *The Record of Dimensional Descending: The Realm of Form*

The air suddenly shattered.

It's as if someone casually drew a stroke on the canvas of the sky, and the trajectory of the splashed paint spun into light in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a cartoon-style sound effect exploded above their heads, "Ding ding ding ding—! Ladies and gentlemen—welcome to—'The End of Fate'!"

The sound felt like it was being poured directly into my brain through a loudspeaker.

Accompanied by those exaggerated lines, what fell from the sky was... a shadow.

He's like a character who just fell out of an animated film.

First, he's a hot-blooded young man with spiky hair and bulging muscles, then in the next second he transforms into a chibi cartoon character with eyes so big they take up half his face, accompanied by a "da da da da" running effect.

A flash of light appeared in the air on the street, and a line of large characters popped up from the ground: 【A Dazzling Array of Stars Makes its Debut!】

The text flashes, accompanied by fireworks effects.

Selene stared in disbelief. "...The dungeon suddenly got a lot more action?"

Si Ming's expression was cold. "It's not a dungeon."

The laughter, sweet and cloying like candy wrappers, filled the air. "Wrong—I'm the main character!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery began to disintegrate.

The bluestone street surface became a line drawing sketch, the eaves became "brushstrokes", even the air had grid lines, and the whole world became a comic sketch.

The sound of wind was replaced with the text sound effect of "whoosh."

Zhuang Yege subconsciously gripped the black iron token, his face grim. "Something's not right."

Siming reacted immediately. "Zhuang Yege! Prepare to retreat!"

His voice was very low, but his gaze remained calm.

"He's watching me; I'm his target." With that, he pulled out the scroll of Roland's exploration map from his pocket.

He tossed the paper marked "Swallowing Thief Altar" directly to Zhuang Yege.

"Take Yu Weiwei to seize the altar. Don't look back." Zhuang Yege took the map and hesitated for a moment.

Si Ming looked at him, her eyes resolute. "Let's go."

Zhuang Yege gritted his teeth and nodded, summoning two ghostly figures. Under the cover of black mist, he led Yu Weiwei and disappeared at the end of the alley.

"Oh?" A voice, as bright as a constellation, fell from the sky, carrying a hint of feigned regret.

"You're leaving already? What a pity, I haven't even announced the end of the opening animation yet."

The cartoon-style figure spun in the air, then transformed into a girl in a pink school uniform in the next second.
She raised her hand, pointing her index finger at Si Ming, her smile twisting in the light:

“Then I’ll draw—you.” The shadows of the street suddenly split open.

Countless colorful threads wriggled beneath their feet, like a layer of flowing paint.

The colorful threads swirled and solidified into a shape—a colorful shadow beast.

It is flat. Flat as if it were a painting "pasted" into the air.

But the painting moved. "The madness of lust," the glittering stars proudly introduced their masterpiece.

The shadow beast leaped out of the shadows, its sharp colors slicing through space with a sharp cracking sound.

Si Ming tossed the playing cards over his hand.

The silver light was like a blade as the card spun and sliced ​​through the air.

But what hits is only a phantom.

The shadow beast twisted in mid-air, then transformed back into a stream of light and rejoined the shadow.

Selene charged forward, her blood wings unfurling, her hands transforming into sharp, blood-red claws. "Get out of my way!" she roared, slashing her claws horizontally, drawing two scythe-like arcs of blood. The air was torn apart. Then, three words floated before her:

【MISS】

She paused for a moment, the three words were still flashing, and there was a pink cartoon sound effect: "Clatter—what a pity!"

“Are you kidding me?” Selene cursed.

A cacophony of laughter, like stars in the sky, echoed from all sides, its pitch fluctuating wildly, like a mistuned voiceover. "Haha! You guys are too slow—should I add some special effects?"

Before he finished speaking, a row of comic book storyboards suddenly appeared on the street.

Selene's figure was stuck in the frame, her attack motion frozen into a single image, and on that image, her shadow was smiling at her, smiling exactly the same way.

"Watch out!" Si Ming whispered.

His playing cards rained down like a storm, their silver light slicing through the air, tearing the page like paper.

Fragments flew everywhere.

Selene staggered back to reality, her breath ragged.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Is this guy playing some kind of delusional, chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) character?!"

The God of Fate raised his head.

A constellation of cartoon characters floats in the air, their outlines constantly twisting, from a girl to a monster, and then to a cartoon animal.

His laughter was sweet and childlike: "How fun, the protagonist of destiny. Let me see, what's your color value?"

He reached out and hooked his finger.

The shadow beneath Siming's feet trembled once more.

The colored lines wriggled, and a new, ferocious creature of mad color crawled out, opening its gigantic maw made of paint.

Selene whispered, "He... is playing with us."

Si Ming narrowed his eyes. "Then let him—do something real."

He gripped the playing cards tightly, the light of the chessboard shimmering in his palm.

The first round of the battle has officially begun.

"The Tale of the Dimension Descenders - Unfold!" The voices of the stars seemed to be reciting lines, with sound effects that echoed, and exaggerated subtitles trailing off at the end.

At that moment, the world was like an old sheet of paper—ripped open with a "snap".

The street beneath Si Ming's feet rapidly collapsed, folded, and twisted.

The once hard bluestone slabs turned into soft paper, and the lines of all the buildings began to tremble, as if they were being redrawn by an eraser.

Selene felt dizzy. She looked down and saw that the edges of her arm were fading.

The shadows on her skin no longer followed the light, but were crudely outlined as black lines; her body was losing its three-dimensionality.

“…What the hell is this!” She looked up.

The sky has turned into a grid of paper.

The clouds are like unnatural strokes of paint, and the sun is a half-circle with a "click-click" flashing effect hanging beside it.

A galaxy of voices rang out from all directions: "Welcome to my comic book page! Villains whose fates are sealed, begin your performance!"

Before he could finish speaking, the shadow beneath Celian's feet suddenly "flipped," and a colorful shadowy hand emerged from the ground, grabbing her ankle!

"Serian, don't move!" Siming's voice suddenly rang out. He threw out five playing cards, which spun in the air into a silver ring that instantly transformed into a rotating protective array, enveloping Serian and him together.

The edges of the playing cards gleamed with a cold light, swirling around them and forcibly tearing a "three-dimensional gap" into the surrounding two-dimensional space.

They "fell back" into three dimensions.

Selene knelt on the ground, panting, "I almost got drawn to death."

Si Ming's eyes were icy cold as he spun playing cards between his fingers.

"He changed this world into a two-dimensional world."

A burst of dazzling laughter exploded in the sky, “Citizens of the three-dimensional world, you really don’t understand the beauty of two-dimensional art.”

As the sound faded, countless colored lines on the ground began to writhe again, and those colored blocks converged into new monsters—flat, colorful, and comically distorted shadow beasts.

"Is this what just attached to our shadows?" Si Ming recognized the color, and the playing cards transformed into streams of light, forming a series of defenses around him.

The playing cards streaked through the air, their trails painted white with speed lines, so fast that even space itself trembled. A torrential downpour of cards erupted, forming a circular vortex that swirled around them.

The colorful shadows collided with the storm, and the entire scene flickered into an exaggerated close-up of the collision.

BOOM!

【Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——】

Then, a cartoon arm extends from a comic strip panel on the wall.

"Smack!" Siming's poker storm was interrupted by a punch.

The arm stretched out as if boneless, and a speech bubble even appeared on the fist: [Smack! Hit!]

Si Ming was knocked back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"This thing doesn't even deserve special effects?" Selene roared, and blood claws condensed between her fingers, transforming into two dark red long blades.

"Get out of the frame!" She swung her claws violently, and a wave of blood surged forth, whipping up a giant dragon that hurtled towards the glittering stars.

The red light illuminated half a block.

However, as the blood dragon swept across his body,
Suddenly, all the colors in the world vanished, and the dragon transformed into a line drawing.

"Oh dear," came a voice from another wall, radiant with starlight.
With a cheerful laugh, he said, "A dragon needs to have X-ray vision."

The dragon was "erased" by his paintbrush, crumbling into dust bit by bit.

Selene's face turned deathly pale. "Is this guy drawing us?!"

“It’s more like… rewriting the script,” Si Ming whispered. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze icy cold. “He’s in two dimensions, and we’re in three. As long as he doesn’t come out, our attacks won’t hit him.”

The brilliance of the stars clearly heard him. He hummed a song as he poked his head out from different walls, his expression like a changing mask, sometimes funny, sometimes realistic, and sometimes like a CG-rendered demon.

"Let's play a little game!" He stretched out his finger and drew a line in the air. "The gate to the second dimension, open."

The street shattered into dozens of mirror-like pieces in an instant.

In each mirror, there is a "galaxy of stars," some making heart shapes with their hands, some raising their eyebrows, some holding giant pens, and some simply wearing battle armor.

They spoke in unison: "Next level of the game, Kill Mode, start!"

The next second, all the mirrors shattered simultaneously, and fragments of color turned into a barrage of bullets that rained down.

Siming and Selian leaped into the air at the same time, their playing cards and blood wings intertwining in the air.

A huge message rang out in the air: 【BATTLE!】

The battle has only just begun.

Blood flowed in a stream, spreading to her feet. Celian's feet had been swept into that red sea, where her own blood stirred and sang.

The air was filled with the smell of iron and a sweet, fishy odor.

Si Ming knelt on the ground, playing cards scattered all over the floor, the silver light of the blade already broken in half.

His wrist was trembling, his fingertips still gripping the last card tightly.

“Mr. Destiny,” the radiant voice of the stars floated down, like a host teasing the audience.

"Still struggling? I can draw an ending for you... one stroke will suffice."

Behind him lies the collapse of the entire world.

The colors have gone out of control.

Red, blue, purple, yellow—countless blocks of color flow in the air, like a storm of paint, slowly engulfing reality.

Si Ming looked up, his gaze calm. "Enough."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone so steady it was almost gentle.

The constellation of stars raised an eyebrow, their smile deepening. "Oh? Can fate also defy us?"

The playing cards spun and floated from between the fingers of the God of Fate.

At that moment, silver light and gray shadows converged behind him, forming a vast and tranquil star chart.

"Burning Star Technique, Illusory True God." The voice was deep, yet it carried a power that could make the air tremble.

Between heaven and earth, countless black and white chess squares appeared.

Each square shimmered with a faint light, like an order woven by the gods, swirling behind him.

The God of Fate's pupils turned a deep silver-gray, and his voice echoed:
"The world is an illusion. Lies are also part of God."

The playing cards floated and scattered in the air, transforming into streams of light that surrounded him.

Each card was trembling, as if those "fictional destinies" were finally coming to life.

The radiant smiles of the stars froze for a moment.

The wave of color paused for a moment.

"oh……?"

"A true god? Wow, the plot twist is really fast."

Selene raised her head. Her crimson eyes, like glass, shimmered in the light and shadow. "A true god...?"

A cold smile crept onto her lips. "But you still need a True Ancestor to keep you company, otherwise it would be too lonely."

She raised her hand. Blood gushed from her palm, but instead of falling to the ground, it rose against gravity, transforming into dark red wings that unfolded inch by inch.

The edges of the wings shimmered with silver light, like the boundary between night and morning star.

Her voice was soft, yet carried a cruel elegance: "Burning Star Technique, Blood God True Ancestor."

In that instant, the air froze.

Her skin lost its human warmth, becoming pale and as smooth as marble.

Tiny blood vessels emerge beneath the skin, resembling dark red patterns.

She spread her wings, and the storm followed.

She inhaled the air of the entire town, turning it into a sky full of red mist, which then burst forth from her hands.

A wave of blood surged into the sky.

A constellation of stars stood in the center of the image, his eyes slightly narrowed, his cartoonish features distorting inch by inch, and a smile returned to his face.

"Oh ho ho ho, that's fantastic!" He clapped exaggeratedly. "The colors are finally complete."

He spread his arms.

In the sky, the grid lines of the comic book began to crack.

The sound of paper tearing echoed through the clouds.

Colorful paint flowed from the cracks, splashing onto the ground, the buildings, and onto them.

At that moment, the entire town of Wangchuan was rewritten.
It has become a flowing painting.

The chessboard of fate hangs in the air like the order of the gods, while Selian's blood wings burn like the flowers of a demon. They stand back to back, black and red intertwining on this sheet of rice paper painted with stars, creating a final contrast.

The stars shone brightly above them, like an artist looking down at his work. His laughter became gentle yet eerie: "So beautiful... Look, the colors of fate have finally been blended by me."

He pointed a finger at them. "Now, stay in my painting, and never wake up."

Blood and ink, red and white, truth and falsehood.

The three forces erupted at the same moment, and the sky exploded into a storm of light and shadow.

At this moment, Wangchuan Town no longer belongs to the world.

When the burning star illuminates not the sky
Rather, it is fate itself.

Even gods should bow their heads.

—From *The End Notes: The True Ancestor and the True God*

(End of this chapter)