Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 563 The Lie of Dimensional Ascension
"When God paints the world in two dimensions, mortals use time as their brush."

—From *The False True Scripture: Dimensions*

The stars shone brightly as they slowly raised their arms.

The sky then collapsed.

Colorful nebulae unfolded behind him, like a painting being created by the hand of God.

Every ray of light is flowing, and every stroke of color carries an aura of devouring.

The sky over the entire town of Wangchuan was divided into more than a dozen layers of "painting paper," which peeled off, curled, and fell one by one.

"bring it on."

"My painting is missing two strokes!"

"A stroke of fate, a stroke of blood."

His voice was as gentle as an invitation to a lover, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

At that moment, the sky and the earth lost their shadows.

Selene knelt on the ground, her hands bracing against the blood-red flagstones.

Her fingertips were trembling, and she could feel her bones gradually losing their "thickness".

Her blood was no longer a liquid, but a color that was "smoothed out" in the air.

Si Ming stood in front of her.

The edges of the trench coat were stripped away layer by layer, leaving only the afterimage of light.

He reached out and tried to make a fist, only to find that his fingers were already as thin as paper.

Looking down from a high vantage point amidst a galaxy of stars, a smile plays on his lips.

"Rest assured, Lord of Destiny."

You won't die in pain, you'll just... die beautifully.

A colorful pen tip emerged from his hand. It wasn't a pen, but a twisted dimensional line, shimmering with iridescent light.

He slowly reached out, the tip of the pen hovering in front of Si Ming's chest.

"Before you become paint,"

He whispered softly,
"I will sign my name."

Selene gritted her teeth.

"Si Ming——"

Si Ming raised his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

He continued to smile. The smile was indifferent, yet carried an unsettling confidence.

He looked at the glittering stars as if he were watching a child doodle.

In those dark pupils, there was no fear, only scrutiny.

"do you know?"

Si Ming spoke softly, his tone steady.

"You resemble a painter I've met before."

The stars were taken aback, tilted their heads, and laughed:
"Oh? Interesting. Does that mean I'm greater than him?"

The God of Fate shook his head.

"At least he knows that paintings should leave blank spaces."

In that instant, the radiant smile froze on their faces.

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice became dangerous.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Si Ming's lips curled up slightly.

No. I'm just telling you.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the tattered playing cards flipped between his fingers.

A flash of silver light appeared on the playing card, like a thin thread cutting through the night.

"When did you start thinking that we would be works signed by you?"

"……what?"

The starry eyes suddenly changed.

The world was "a beat slow" at this moment.

The wind stopped.

Colors frozen.

Even the light seemed to pause for a moment, as if tricked by the words of the God of Destiny.

The brilliance of the stars sensed something amiss—it wasn't a pause he controlled, but rather an "editing" interrupted by a higher-dimensional being.

This means that he is no longer the only "painter".

Siming looked up, her black hair slowly slipping down in the still wind.

His figure reflected countless shadows through the frozen air.

Every one of his shadows was speaking, in a completely identical tone.

"Since you think you're a god?"

“Then I will use time to deceive your god.”

The playing cards shattered into countless silvery-white fragments.
Each piece shimmers with the light of time.

It was a sight never before seen.
Even the dazzling "dimensional colors" of the stars began to be reflected.

The world's rhythm has completely collapsed.

Colors fade, time collapses.

In that brief moment of stillness,

Si Ming's smile appeared exceptionally calm.

"Now!"

"It's my turn to write."

The sound of time shattering is a silent snowfall.

The God of Destiny's body began to dissolve in the light, but it was not being swallowed up—it was a kind of reverse blooming.

Light emanated from his body, like his heart breathing.

Silvery ripples spread from his chest, each beat like "refreshing the world".

The air was sliced ​​into pieces like playing cards.
The cards floated in the air, each one printed with "him":
Some of them smiled with their heads down.

Some of them were pierced by the colorful threads of the stars.

Some of them had already died.

Some of them stand in the future, gazing up at this moment.

All these "fate-controlling" forces are simultaneously focused on that moment in reality.

"Every moment I am in right now is me."

Of course, that's impossible.

But "a lie can become the truth," turning the impossible into reality.

The silver light burst forth instantly.

Time has cleaved a giant gash in the sky.

Looking up at the dazzling stars, I saw the sky turning upside down.

He realized that this was neither an energy fluctuation nor a rule interference—it was “time’s self-rejection.”

"He...is rewriting time?"

Si Ming raised his head, his gaze calm.

Playing cards surrounded him, black and white intertwined to form a star chart.

That's not a physical entity, but a "trajectory".

The illusory true god unfolds like a burning star.

The black and white interlaced patterns spread along the ground, extending infinity like a chessboard.

Each frame reflects a different "present".

Raindrops froze in mid-air, and the wind stopped on Siming's shoulder.

He slowly raised his hand and reached out to one of his own phantoms.

That was "my past self".

His hand overlapped with the phantom.

Another ray of light came from the end of time.

That is "my future self".

The three of them overlap at the same point.

As a result, the three dimensions of the world began to "bend".

He wasn't resisting dimensional reduction—

He is giving space a new axis.

Selene's breathing quickened, and crimson veins of light flowed along her shoulders.

She looked up and saw Si Ming's figure overlapping among the "fragments of time."

Every one of the Fates was smiling, and every one of them was speaking:
"Don't be afraid."

“I am in the past, and I am in the future.”

"At this moment, we all exist."

In that instant, her blood resonated with his light.

The mark of an eternal witness shone brightly on her chest.

The crimson ripples spread out like the pulse of the other half of time.

Her shadow was lifted by the light.
In the future, she stands on the other side of time, clad in a black robe and blood-red wings.

Those two red wings slowly unfolded, reflecting the light of countless hours.

She murmured softly, "The blood of destiny can also bear witness to eternity."

Thus, their existence overlaps to form a "time whole".

The hand, adorned with countless stars, paused in mid-air.

The lines he drew with his pen suddenly broke.

The lines turned into dust and drifted in the light.

He looked down at the scene before him.
His own "masterpiece" was not even finished—Si Ming still existed in three dimensions, and not even his shadow was taken away.

"...Why are you still here?"

Si Ming turned his head and smiled.

"Because I live in the time before you have a chance to erase it."

"You can reduce our three-dimensional existence to two dimensions, but now I'm telling you, life and blood are both four-dimensional. We exist in the past, present, and future. And you cannot reduce the four-dimensional time. That's the answer."

The stars stood frozen in place, dazzled.

His face kept distorting—cartoonish, realistic, grotesque, abstract—all expressions frozen in the echo of that one sentence.

At that moment, the light in Wangchuan Town completely reversed. The streets began to be reshaped, and the two-dimensional blocks of color "bulged" up again to become three-dimensional objects.

The flattened roof rose from the ground, and the smoothed-out river flowed again.

The sky regained its "depth".

As the wind blows, fragments of time shimmer in the air.

Those patches of light and shadow are all "the present of the future".

The outline of the God of Fate became blurred in the silvery light.

He whispered his last words.

"You can only draw on two planes, while I can draw within the lies of time."

The silver light exploded.

A colorful world teeming with stars is painted in reverse by the "pen of time".

The color fades from the center outwards.
Wangchuan Town was restored amidst the interplay of silver and red light—

For the first time, God lost his "canvas".

The sky collapsed again.

The laughter, as bright as the stars, was completely distorted.

Like a soundtrack with a torn film, it vibrates erratically, with highs and lows.

"Then—once again!"

He raised his arms, stretching his body out completely.

In that instant, the sky above Wangchuan Town seemed to be unfurled anew, like an inverted scroll.

Colors rushed into his body from all directions like a madman.

Red, blue, purple, gold—

It transformed into a burning torrent of nebulae.

The Star-Burning Skill - Starstorm, is activated once again.

Air turns into pigment.

The clouds were painted with colorful, flowing lines.

The streets were painted like paper, and the mountains became picture frames.

The ground beneath Si Ming and Selian's feet began to soften.
Their shadows were stretched, floated, and twisted.
Even the sound was sucked into that nebula.

Si Ming chuckled softly.

His hands still gleamed faintly with silver light.

He turned his head and looked at Celian.

"He's too confident."

"Now—pull God down."

Si Ming gently raised his hand.

A playing card is stuck in the air and slowly rotates.

"Let me use the calamity of the eternal witness to elevate you to a higher dimension."

The card emitted silvery ripples.
Like ripples in time, they flow back into the entire space.

The dazzling array of stars suddenly stopped moving.

His body swayed in mid-air, as if he were being "pulled out" of the painting by some invisible force.

The next moment, his outline froze, and he fell to the ground.

—This is the first time he has "gained weight".

The sense of "presence" he had never experienced before disgusted him.

"what did you do to me?"

Si Ming smiled slightly: "I have granted you a third dimension. Now, stand with us."

The sky was torn apart.

Selene growled, and her blood wings ignited.

Her pupils contracted into vertical lines, and her voice was low and cold.

"What is offered to God is not prayer—it is blood."

She spread her wings,

Countless blood feathers transformed into sharp blades.
Her body blurred instantly, transforming into a streak of crimson lightning.

Her hand pierced through the air.
Carrying the echoes of time and fate,

A deep, bloody gash was left across the chest of the star-studded figure.

At that moment, the colors of the world dimmed for a brief instant.

The stars, shining brightly, looked down at their pierced bodies.

Blood churned within him, mingling with the colors of the stars to create an eerie, otherworldly hue.

"...I'm hurt?"

That was an incredulous tone.

"I—cannot be hurt!"

He suddenly looked up, and the colorful light transformed into a frenzied vortex.

"You... have angered the Starry Sky!"

"Disaster Zone: The Realm of Stars!"

The entire sky was instantly torn into colorful fragments.

Wangchuan Town was swallowed up by a vast sea of ​​color.
All three-dimensional objects were flattened into a smooth coating.

Everything is falling apart.

Selene's blood wings turned to dust, and the playing cards of the Fate Master burned to ashes.

Their world was swept into a star-studded disaster zone.
There is no boundary between light and shadow.

Suddenly, a piercing mechanical warning sound burst from the void.

"Warning! Unauthorized player intrusion."

"Warning! High-level disaster zones are interfering with the rules of low-level instances."

"System execution: Erasure procedure."

Chains descended from the sky.

They are made of light, yet they carry a chilling sense of destruction.

Each chain flashed with the inscription: "Rules, Judgment, Liquidation".

The stars, shining brightly, looked up in astonishment.

"what?"

A chain pierced his chest.

The second one went through his arm.

The third lock was placed over his head.

Countless chains flew out from the void,

Nail him to the air.

"Let me go! I am the God of Disaster!"

The stars roared brilliantly.

The colorful light emanating from his body exploded violently beneath the chains.
But this only resulted in more chains shooting out from the void.

It pierced through every inch of his body like divine punishment.

His voice gradually turned into fragmented electronic noise:
"No! I am God! You are—!"

Before the words were even finished, the chains burst into flames.

That is the fire of rules—

The fires of purgatory punishing sins.

The colored light began to peel away.
From skin to blood to bones.

The body, shimmering like a constellation of stars, was burned away layer by layer.
It was completely erased.

Finally, his eyes lost their color.

That glimmer of "starlight" was completely extinguished.

God was swallowed up by the rules.

The wind stopped.

Wangchuan Town has returned to its gray-white state.

Only a faint morning light remained in the sky.

Like a painting that has been washed clean.

Siming and Celian fell at the same time.

Their burning star state disintegrated.
They turned into two beams of light and fell onto the street.

They looked at each other and smiled slightly.

The God of Fate sighed and whispered:

"It seems that even gods... must abide by the rules."

Selene smiled as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth:

"At least we are still alive."

At the temporary base of the Umbrella Corporation, Miranda stood in front of the monitor screen.
Her silver hair fell to her shoulders, and her fingertips caressed the fungal rose.

On the screen, the image of a dazzling array of stars being erased by the system is frozen in time.

She sighed deeply, her tone icy:

"Did I forget to tell him that we're currently in a low-level dungeon?"

The researcher was sweating profusely.

"Mother Goddess... Director of the Stars attacked too quickly; we didn't have time to warn him."

Miranda rubbed her temples.

She chuckled softly, "What a troublesome child."

She turned and left, her footsteps landing on the silvery-white floor of the laboratory.

Behind her, the monitor screen flickered with the last frame of light.

Those were the smiling faces of the stars before they were swallowed up.

In the smile, there seemed to be a lingering, unfinished whisper.

"The painting isn't finished yet?"

"Those who ascend to higher dimensions wield time as their blade."

Cut down on those arrogant people who consider dimensions as gods.

—The Tower of the End, Volume of Destiny, The Oath of the Four Dimensions

(End of this chapter)