Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 164: Sea City in the Mirror

Chapter 164: Sea City in the Mirror
"Is the person in the mirror you? Or the person you want to believe in?"

Deep in Haicheng, an imperceptible tremor is quietly spreading, as obscure as a whisper deep underground, but gradually approaching.

Lilia's voice echoed through the whisper channel, sometimes near, sometimes far away, as if through a film of water soaked in memory, echoing intermittently:

"...Coordinates are offset...I'm not sure...Communications are delayed...Is someone interfering?"

Her voice suddenly stopped, as if cut off by an invisible hand.

——The secret message was interrupted.

The wind slowly passed through the ruins of the sea city, blowing up the broken vines and sea sand on the ground.

The mirror-like sea water quietly flooded up the stone steps, and then slowly receded like the tide.

But the water surface did not return to calm.

On the contrary, it is quietly vibrating, like a ghost rising from a huge well, with some strange rhythm about to break out of its shell.
Layer upon layer of ripples distorted the light like a slowly festering scar on the skin.

Sima Ming was the first to notice something unusual.

He stood under a half-collapsed bell tower, his eyes fixed.

He lowered his head.

The reflection under his feet had become blurry and distorted at some point. It was no longer just a shadow, but seemed to be "looking at him."

"...No." Siming murmured, his voice as low as an incantation, "This is...Mirror Image Contamination."

boom--!
A muffled thunder exploded from the bottom of the sea.

The field unfolds.

The sky above the entire sleeping sea city was suddenly torn apart like a mirror, and a huge light mark seemed to be breaking the sky, and an "arc crack" ran across from the top of the city to the bottom of the sea.

Behind that crack is a completely reversed world.

The sky and the sea are exchanged, the buildings are turned upside down, the streets are flipped over, and even the logic itself begins to collapse and reconstruct.

Domain Name: Mirrored Void Sea
The rules echoed like divine revelation from a mirror.

[Rule 1: Law of Symmetry] - The mirror image will replicate your entire existence.

[Rule 2: If the mirror is broken, the soul is broken] - If you try to destroy the mirror, you will be counterattacked by the corresponding soul.

[Synchronizing…]

——Mirror image generation.

From an unknown point in time, a slowly glowing black shadow appeared under everyone's feet.

The black shadow cracked, and figures exactly like them slowly "crawled out".

The appearance, equipment, posture, and even the eyes are exactly the same.

Mirror image——

Lilia, Rex, Ian, Calvino, Baroque... even Sima Ming himself, appeared around the team, quietly forming an "embedded encirclement".

What's even more terrifying is——

"...They can move." Alison's voice was so low that it was almost buried by the wind.

She knelt on the commanding tower on the west bank of the port, calmly scanning the telescope, capturing subtle movements at tactical nodes.

Those “them” in the mirror are moving according to their most conventional tactical rhythm—precise, tacit, and so familiar that it makes one’s scalp tingle.

"They can also talk on their secret channel."

Alison added gravely.

Almost at the same time, a vague but eerily familiar voice sounded quietly in her ears:

"Someone's injured on East Street. I'm going over to provide support."

It is Calvino's voice.

Her heart was shocked, but she did not respond immediately.

She switched the telescope's angle and looked towards the southern end of Haicheng—

Calvino himself was entangled with his mirror image there and was obviously unable to extricate himself.

"fake."

She made a calm judgment, her eyes stern.

She didn't rush to report, but pulled out her pocket watch from inside her military uniform.

Tick.

The silver pointer has slowly moved one grid.

Lucidity: -10
She took a deep breath and slowly closed her pocket watch.

She already understands.

These mirror images are not illusions.

They are symmetrical, semi-physical reflections, echoes of the dream world that reflect the essence of their being.

However, if you attack rashly or kill it, you will be locked in by the backlash rules of the domain - your soul will be torn apart and "exchanged" with yourself in the mirror.

She looked up at the completely alienated city structure—

This is not a fight.

This is a carefully constructed "nightmare in the mirror".

"They don't want to kill us."

"They wanted to prove that we didn't deserve to win."

The sea in the mirror began to flow backwards.

The nightmare mirror quietly peels off the shell of reality and reveals all hypocrisy.

Alison stood atop the tower, her gaze as calm as a statue, and the whisper echoing through the whisper rifts still lingered in her ears:

"You can't understand it with logic. Its logic is meant to make you lose your logic." She slowly opened her eyes.

——This is not a puzzle, it is a tactical analysis of the battlefield situation.

Her sight passed over the broken streets, through the layers of reflected light walls, and finally landed at the end of Haicheng's main street—

An intersection area where mirror reflection is strongest.

Central Clean Lake.

The density of the mirrored bodies increased exponentially there, as if the entire Haicheng was "reflecting itself" in the silent lake, pulling everything into the abyss of dream images.

Alison put away her pocket watch, and the pointer had just slowly moved from "awake value 60" to 50.

She didn't have time to wait any longer.

He pulled out a fragment of a sea chart from his waist and unfolded it on the projection of the wristband.

She quickly drew a tactical line that curved from the north, crossed the block, and avoided the interference of the main road. Half a second later, she closed the map and left the tower without hesitation.

She made no announcement, issued no orders.

She didn't want to spread the chaos—and she certainly didn't want the enemy to "hear" it.

She plunged into the wind in the alley, and the pressure of the backwash of the sea water brushed against her shoulders and hair.

The closer she got to Mirror Lake, the calmer she became.

——She knew that was the “source”.

The closer you get, the more frequent those "she"s become.

The first mirror image, Alison, stood at the street corner with a look of "precognitive" contempt in her eyes.

The second one began to simulate her tactical detours and cross the shelter she was about to enter in advance.

The third one even fired a shot before her, and the moment she jumped over the wall, the bullet shot out in the same trajectory as hers.

But she never fought back.

She knew that once the fire was opened, the mirror body would activate the tactical simulation protocol with a "90% recurrence rate".

All her movement rhythm, firepower ratio, and even psychological critical points will become her own fatal loopholes.

So she doesn't fight them.

She plays games with them.

She used the building structure to reverse the route, used "false mistakes" to induce the mirror rhythm to shift, and used millimeter-long angle errors to accumulate tactical misjudgments.

The mirror image gradually "lags behind".

She approached the core area of Jinghu Lake step by step, her breathing always steady.

Until - she stepped into the "mirror boundary" composed of light and fog.

That deep, dreamy voice finally rang in my ears.

"You've come a long way, Commander."

"But would you in the mirror make the same judgment?"

She stopped and looked up.

The fog in the center of Mirror Lake slowly dissipated, and a man stood quietly in the center of the lake with a gun.

He was wearing the same Storm Tactical uniform as hers, holding the same model of Storm Gunrifle in his hand. His epaulettes, hair, eyes... were all impeccable.

But Alison only took a glance and said softly:

"you are not me."

She slowly raised her hand.

"First battleship, the 'Doomsday Royal', raise the formation."

boom--!
The sky suddenly churned!

The sea fog exploded, and an enormous ghost warship, burning with dream flames and iron bones, broke through the waves from under the surface of Mirror Lake.

The ship's hull stretched across half the sea city, its dark blue guns arrayed like sharp blades. Above the deck lingered the shadows of the sailors who had followed her to death.

They held rifles, their eyes as determined as ever.

The water surface began to tremble.

The mirror image in the lake began to crack.

Wind pressure increased and reflections began to break away from the water like snowflakes.

Alison stood at the bow, looking at "her" in the center of the lake, her eyes no longer filled with questioning, but judgment.

"You can imitate all my tactics."

"But you'll never understand—why I fired."

She pulled the trigger.

She in the mirror also raised her gun.

Two bullets collided on the mirror, exploding into a pale dream fire.

Next, there are two wars——

One, to preserve oneself.