Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 133: Judgment Bureau, Bell Breaker

"If faith needs to remain dormant, then let me sound the death knell of its awakening."

"The power of the Most High never belongs to the weak."

On the sea of dreams, a fire has been lit on the main deck of the sleeping chip ship.

Siming's flying card spun out diagonally, its sharp blade cutting through the spider-web-like threads of fate on the deck;
Rex stood on the top of the mast, with the wind hunting around him. The wheel of fate slowly turned in his right eye, and the light of foresight was like the gaze of a star.

Celia stood quietly behind them, her long scarlet hair swirling like flames in the wind, her eyes calm and composed, yet the unsealed vampire power within her was surging like a raging tide.

Lorion Sylvester chuckled and stepped back, the dice rolling deftly between his fingers.

He was neither anxious nor angry, and even had the leisure to raise his hand and gently stroke his black hat. His tone was as gentle as a casino on a rainy night:
"What a grand gamble." He whispered, "But you guys seem to be a little late."

A faint blue light slowly fell on the bridge dome behind him, and the nightmare-like fog slowly cracked, and a figure gradually appeared behind it.

The dark blue robe moves with the tide, the silver bone ring is wrapped around the fingers, and the faint light moves between the knuckles, like a praying person in the sea.

Nasir Krosa stepped out from the realm of slumber, his voice echoing like the depths of the abyss, carrying the pressure of the sea and pouring into everyone's consciousness:

"Si Ming...our most distinguished guest."

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with irresistible judgment, as if the will of the entire sleeping church had materialized.

"You hold something that does not belong to you."

Siming slowly raised his head, his eyes showing no fear or alarm, but rather a hint of sarcasm: "Are you... the second finger of the Whale Tomb?"

"Blue Archon." Rex whispered, his eyes twitching slightly, "This is going to be lively."

Nasir's footsteps were silent, but it seemed as if every step stepped into people's nerve endings.

The dormant realm behind him began to seep out from the cracks in the deck, surging like a blue tide, slowly engulfing the deck and mast.

He stared at Sima Ming, his tone as if stating the invariance of fate: "Your card does not belong to a weakling like you. It is a supreme thing, and it rightfully belongs to a stronger and more powerful person."

Lorient chuckled and added, "Don't worry, we won't hurt you... We just need you to hand over the 'Lord of Destiny'..."

The dice fell into his palm with a snap, and Lorient's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Otherwise, we will deprive you of your right to 'exist'."

Sima Ming sighed softly, but the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

"These days, even robbery has become so... religious?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. It was a heavy metal playing card, but at this moment he threw it out as if it were a treasure.

The flying card shot out like a black blade, intending to strike Lorient before the dormant area was sealed.

However, Nasir simply raised his hand slightly, and a blue tide gathered like waves rolling up sand, swallowing up the flying cards in an instant.

The next moment - the dormant area is fully deployed!

The entire dormant chip ship fell into a dreamlike blue illusion, the sense of time began to become confused, the sound seemed to come from across the sea, and the sense of touch was disconnected from reality.

Siming only felt that what he was stepping on was no longer the plank of the boat, but a kind of sticky and difficult-to-dissolve "dream mud". Every movement was like being dragged into a cold abyss, sluggish, weak and slow.

"...Tsk." Siming cursed softly, "What an unreasonable domain..."

Outside the deck, there was an entire expanse of dark blue mist, swallowing up the sky, the sea, and the wind.

The world turned into a dark palace under the sea, with no up or down, no east or west, and only the low-frequency sound of waves coming from the eardrums repeated endlessly.

Siming fell against the side of the ship, his shoulder stained with blood, and he couldn't even remember exactly when he was injured.

His eyes were out of focus, and he could no longer tell how he had dodged the blue vortex, nor was he sure whether his flying card was actually thrown.

He only had one increasingly vague thought:

"Have I... fallen asleep?"

"You are being...erased."

The voice slowly slid past his ears, so low that it was almost gentle, like some kind of sleep prayer, but with cold despair:
"Your thoughts, your name, your very being... everything will be laid to rest."

——[Rule Entry·Whisper of Annihilation]: Targets in the dormant realm will continue to lose sensory order, depriving them of one human perception every ten seconds.

Ten seconds ago—sound, deprivation.

Now—the light, dissipates.

The next step will be a sense of self—memory, identity, will…

——Sleeping is not death, but complete “forgetting”.

"This... is not a good dream..." Siming panted softly, his voice seemed to tremble in the water, so broken that even he could hardly hear it.

The world before my eyes seemed like ink poured into a clear spring, surging in chaos and losing its shape.

The space seemed to be constantly dislocated, and the deck in the field of vision seemed to be infinitely magnified and instantly compressed.

Rex's figure was sometimes very close, and sometimes seemed to be separated by the entire deep ocean. It appeared and disappeared, and its outline was as vague as a person in a dream.

Rex was also caught in a vortex of cognitive collapse. He forced himself to stand, one hand on the shaking guardrail, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

Nasir stood in the center of the realm, like a god on an altar, looking down.

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, his robe fluttered with the surge of the dormant law, wrapping his whole body like a wave.

A divine ring composed of hundreds of dark blue secret patterns appeared above his head. It was the mark of the Sleeping Lord. It rotated in the Whale Tomb area like a silent star, emitting overwhelming pressure.

"Your will is too fragile to survive this dream." His voice was like a curse, like a scripture, like the coaxing of a drowning person.
"In ten seconds, your consciousness will sink into the whale's grave... and become His whisper."

Every word he said was like a tangible nail, driving into the nerves.

Reality was peeling off layer by layer, and Rex clearly felt that his "understanding" of the world was collapsing.

"I can't go on..."

Rex gritted his teeth and growled, cold sweat rolling down his face. He pressed the frame of his right eye, where fate was watching him.
However, he was also being suppressed by the domain and was on the verge of collapse. "If this continues, I will even forget... what 'raise your hand and shoot' means."

Nasir's deep blue pupils were like a whirlpool in the deep sea, carrying an eternal and dormant will.
The entire battlefield was engulfed in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

The domain he controls is not only about suppressing the body, but also completely eroding the "perception structure" -

Here, time is like overlapping tides, and every second seems to drag thousands of memories into the mud of dreams;
The space is like a piece of paper that is slowly being soaked by water and can break into countless cracks at any time.

Rex slowly stood up, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and the red shadows in his vision were stained into a thick layer of twilight.

The lens of his right eye had been torn by the mental shock, and the mirror surface was covered with scratches, reflecting a distorted outline of Sima Ming.

He took a deep breath, his blood roaring in his eardrums with a hot flash.

He knew that Siming was being "deprived", not of his body, but of his concept.

If he doesn't take action now, his memories of Sima Ming will be forever "defined as non-existent" by the sleeping dream.

Nasir approached, each step hypnotic.

The law of sleep surrounds the surroundings like a low-frequency rhythm, like a funeral hymn:
"Go to sleep... You shouldn't be struggling in this world."

"Sleeping is a gift."

"Those who sleep will return to the sea of dreams."

Rex closed one eye, then suddenly opened his right, and the Wheel of Fortune flickered back to life. "...Sorry."

His throat tightened, but he gave a cold smile.

"I—I expected you to say that."

He knew that he couldn't break the power of a domain master with just one bullet.

But he still has one last card.

He is Rex - destiny's border pathfinder.

Now, it's time for him to place his bet.

He raised his right hand and gently touched the lens covering his eye socket.

It is not just a pair of glasses, but an anchor of destiny that has long been sewn together with the soul.

No.749, the siren who peeks into fate.

"Consume three Stars of Sanity. Activate: Peep into the Future."

The edge of the mirror glowed with a fluorescent blue light, and circles of runes in the ancient language of the siren emerged, like the language of the deep sea tide, whispering spells that could not be recorded.

And a familiar voice sounded in the chaos.

It was a low but gentle voice, with the rhythm of the tide hitting the shore and the scent of coral reefs.
It carried with it the scent of countless nights when she leaned on his shoulder and whispered his name.

"…Rex."

"You're running around again..."

"Is fate playing tricks on you again?"

He closed his eyes, tears and blood mixing together.

I can't see her face, but I can hear her voice. It is the only warmth deep in my memory that has never been tampered with.

"Don't be afraid. Let's... look at the future again."

The mirror suddenly burst into a dazzling blue-gold glow, and Rex's consciousness seemed to be stripped away by the entire battlefield, falling into a strange space composed of countless "future fragments".

That is the "Destiny Observation Room".

He saw the future—Si Ming's throat was pierced by Nasir's finger blade, and the card was shattered before it was released.

He tried to shoot, but was 0.7 seconds late and the bullet only grazed Nasir's shoulder.

The scene replayed in his mind over and over again, as if someone was hitting his nerves with a hammer over and over again.

"No...it can't end like this..." He roared in his heart.

He forcibly tore apart his own consciousness to "weave" more futures.

Every second, every moment, he calculated the possibilities at a frantic speed, desperately searching for that glimmer of hope that would lead to victory.

The star of reason was burning, the edges of the lenses began to shatter, and the whispers of the Siren of Fate seemed to be wailing.

But he didn't stop.

Once, twice, three times... a future of thirty-seven failures was forcibly deleted by him.

Finally, at the "13th second countdown" of the thirteenth failed future -

He "saw" it.

Nasir turned his head and looked behind him. It was the "Sleepless Bell" at the core of the Whale Tomb.

Mira's whisper echoed in his heart:
"The Bell of the Unsleeping is the key that the Sleeping Bishop uses to keep himself and his allies awake."

At that moment, there was a momentary interruption in the operation of the law chain - a two-second window!
That was the only pulsation dislocation in the entire field, an inevitable gap in the dormant power.

Rex didn't hesitate.

He raised his gun, and the future trajectory was drawn in blue light through the lens of his right eye.

On the sky where reality and fate intertwine, a broken and unique "destruction path" is outlined.

"Mira..."

He murmured softly.

"You're right... I can never change my fate."

"But I can—bet on a miracle."

——He pulled the trigger.

The line of fate solidified in an instant, and the bullet flew accurately along the trajectory carved by the burning Star of Reason!
It penetrated the only empty window crack below the Sleepless Clock!
The next second, the roar of the dormant realm collapsing shook the entire battlefield.

Nasir's pupils contracted violently, and he seemed to hear the sound of the world breaking apart.

He turned around suddenly, but only had time to see the divine bell that symbolized the dormant will collapse.

The blue law retreated like a tide, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his consciousness shook violently.

The Ring of Sleep collapsed in the air, and the whispers of the Whale Tomb came to an abrupt end.

"You... this is impossible... I haven't revealed... any flaws..."

His voice was filled with fear and reluctance.

Rex lost his balance, his knees gave way, and he slowly fell to the ground.

The broken lens slid from his eye socket, and the tears of blood from his right eye flowed like molten gold, streaking across his tired but still stubborn cheek.

But he smiled.

It was the kind of smile that comes after pulling out a blade from the mud.

"you are wrong."

"What you revealed was not a flaw."

"You're... too human."

"You care about the fate of you and your companions."

"You care about winning or losing."

"And fate never...should have feelings."

He spoke each word very slowly but with great emphasis.

The lens shattered completely, and the whisper of the Siren of Fate turned into a final chuckle and returned to dust.

Rex lowered his head and whispered softly, like a quiet confession:

"Mira...I won the bet."