Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 118: Whale Grave · Before the Fifth Whale Call · Breakthrough of the Lost Navigation
"The rules of the world are based on faith. And faith is the easiest thing to break."

"If the right path cannot be believed, then who knows what is real?"

The streets leading from the black market to the port are rapidly twisting and reshaping.

The outline of the building seemed to be pulled into threads before their eyes, extended, rotated, and dislocated, like a scroll being torn and reassembled by invisible hands.

Walls climb, arches hang upside down, streets wind and twist beneath your feet, and every step is like stepping into a space in another direction.

The port is still ahead, visible to the naked eye, but like a flower in a mirror or a moon in the water, it can never be reached.

"World System·Mystery·Whispering Fantasy"——The ability of the sleeping priest Olga is officially activated.

She did not block the way, but used the power of rules to forcibly stretch the only correct path to four times its original length.

All the remaining forks, intersections, stairs and streets are traps - illusions, dislocations, and spatial locks. Anyone who steps into them will lose direction, time, and even themselves.

Everyone seemed to be in a nightmare.

Olga's voice slowly rang out, rippling in the air, like the hum of a siren, gentle yet strange, with an irresistible elegant malice.

"Congratulations on getting the key, but unfortunately..."

"The game has just begun."

Her voice was like a string plucked by fingertips, gently stirring up the anxiety in everyone's heart.

Rex's fingertips moved slightly, and a ray of blue light flowed from his palm and into his pupils.

"Peeping into Destiny" has already started.

His gaze penetrated layers of illusions, like a flame piercing through fog, looking directly at the origin of the deepest part of the maze.

At the same time, the mark of destiny on his forehead throbbed slightly, and a star ignited in his mind.

——The star of reason, burning.

"...something's wrong."

His brows were furrowed, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some heavy judgment.

"This is not an ordinary illusion. This is a 'rule-locked' maze."

Calvino immediately noticed something strange, his eyes darkening. "What do you mean by 'rule lock'?"

Rex withdrew his gaze and slowly exhaled. His voice, without a trace of hesitation, declared calmly, like a judge: "There is only one correct path here. The only path that leads to the harbor."

"And the problem is—she deliberately lengthened that road."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Alison's fingers slowly tightened, her guns still in her hands, her eyes sharp: "Stretch?"

"Yes." Rex nodded, a glimmer still remaining in his pupils.
"According to the original route, it would only take us five minutes to cross. But now—she has extended that road to four times the distance."

"Use the power of rules to delay us."

If they stray from the correct path, they will fall into the abyss of illusion and there will be no way out;

But if you honestly follow the right path, you are destined to not reach the port before the sixth whale cry.

Time will become their grave.

For a moment, the atmosphere quietly became oppressive.

Siming suddenly clapped his hands lightly, revealing a smile of interest.
Her tone was light: "Interesting... She doesn't intend to block us, but to set up a slow strangulation."

"She doesn't stop us from moving forward, but uses the rules themselves to postpone the end until we fail."

Lilia snorted coldly, her long golden hair swaying slightly, and her fingers gently twisted the ends of her hair, like stirring a sharp blade:

"So? Do you have any brilliant ideas, our operations officer, Lord Siming?"

Her tone was bright and challenging, but her eyes were already alert as bows.

Everyone stood at the twisted street corner, with the port at the far end.

But every step leading there was twisted and stretched by the law called "Whisper", turning it into a cage.

A game of rules and will has begun.

Sima Ming's gaze slowly swept through the maze, as if peeling away layers of woven webs, until it landed at the end of the twisted block.

He stared at the top of the tower, his eyes as quiet as water.
His tone was calm, as if he was about to reveal a secret: "She is manipulating the rules of the world... What if we let her rules collapse on their own?"

"Can the rules be broken?" Evett raised her eyebrows, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, as if she had great interest in an asymmetrical game.

Siming's lips curled up, a hint of cautious coldness hidden in his smile: "Of course. Since she has constructed a 'only correct' path, then all we need to do is - make her no longer believe that path is truly correct."

Rex's eyes flashed, and then he understood, and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to use your secret trick?"

Siming nodded slightly, his tone becoming softer: "But the problem is - I have to 'make her believe'."

"To achieve this effect, I must first - see her."

At this moment, Lilia raised her eyes and smiled, her golden hair slightly raised, and her eyes seemed to have penetrated this layer of game long ago.

"Looking for someone? That's not difficult."

She blinked, her tone holding a sharp blade, "Rex, you can see her, right?"

Rex didn't respond, but instead reached out and lightly brushed across his cuffs.

A faint blue light flowed from the fingertips and quickly spread to the depths of the eyes.

——The star of reason, burning, one by one. The secret of peeking into fate begins!
It was as if he had cut through a mirror, his gaze piercing through the maze of dislocated street scenes, passing through the rotating and superimposed fictional world, and pointing directly to the source.

Buildings disintegrated and reorganized before his eyes, and rules emerged like threads.

He stared into the cracks in the illusion and locked onto a dark shadow on a tower deep in the distance.

Olga.

She stood quietly on the top of the tower, her robe fluttering in the wind, like a judge from a myth, with an ambiguous smile on her lips.
Looking down at the maze, he is like a player outside the chessboard.

"I saw her," Rex whispered, his voice steady and crisp.

He cast his gaze into the whispered realm and quietly connected with Lilia.

A light flashed in Lilia's eyes, her fingertips trembled slightly, and a wave invisible to the naked eye spread from around her, lightly but powerfully infiltrating into the regular structure.

Mystery, wandering nonsense, the field expands.

——The star of reason, burning, one.

"Welcome—to my world."

Suddenly, an invisible whisper rang in Olga's ears.

The voice did not belong to her, but it occupied a place in her mind.

Her expression suddenly changed and she was slightly stunned.

Consciousness was like being entangled by spider silk, and thinking was being dragged into a new layer of language logic - Lilia's rules, quietly started.

The power of the Talker invades the core nerves.

——Stars of Reason, burning, two.

Lilia's voice, like a spiral vortex, seeped into Olga's cognitive boundaries layer by layer, and her tone was dreamy:

"The voice you hear is mine now."

Siming's eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, and when he raised his hand, the lines on his palm were ignited like turning a page.

Secret·True Lies——Activate.

——The star of reason, burning, one.

His voice echoed through the whispering realm, pouring into Olga's ears like warm water boiling ice crystals.

"Olga, do you know?"

“The right path… doesn’t actually exist.”

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart shook violently as if it were grasped by some invisible hand.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Are you sure that the path you set is...really correct?"

"Or have you long forgotten what the true 'right' is?"

A certain anchor in her mind collapsed, and a slight deviation appeared between reason and logic.

“The right path…?”

"Wait... 'correct'... what do you mean..."

"No, what I just set was..."

Rex continued to spy on fate, analyzing Olga's thought fluctuations with a calm perspective, and quickly passed the flaws back to Sima Ming.

Sima Ming, like a magician, adjusts the angle and semantics of the lie, making sure that every word and sentence hits the blind spot of the other party's cognition.

His voice was low and gentle, yet it carried unquestionable dominance:

"—Have you already, 'forgotten what's right'?"

Olga's body swayed slightly, and her eyes lost focus for a moment.

The core concept of her world—"the only true way"—begins to crumble!
Deep in the maze, a crack opened silently!

boom! ! !
The structure of the Youyu illusion is broken!

The stone walls collapsed, the streets twisted and turned, the earth shook violently, and the illusions peeled off layer by layer!
The only passage that had been stretched four times longer suddenly shrank back in front of everyone's eyes, returning to its original straight line!

The road is open.

Olga stood on the top of the tower, her face pale, her lips trembling slightly, and her mind swaying like a lamp in the wind.

She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with a loss of control:
“…correct…what exactly is it…”

Siming smiled, as if the whole game was just a mental exercise. He calmly adjusted his cuffs and turned to look at Calvino.

"Let's go."

"Everyone forward!"

Calvino immediately gave an order, and under the guidance of Rex, everyone rushed through the cracks in the collapsed maze like an arrow through the air and headed straight for the port.

Behind him, the collapsing illusion rolled back in all directions like a tide.

The world collapses, the maze ends——

They won the "cognitive battle".

(End of this chapter)