Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 165 Reflection Fleet
"A soldier's faith lies not in obedience, but in discerning order in chaos."

The surface of the lake in the Sleeping Sea City trembled slightly like a broken silver mirror, reflecting seven familiar yet unfamiliar figures.

Siming, Baroque, Ian, Lilia, Rex, Calvino - their reflections slowly rose from the water,
Walking under the reflected starlight, his figure is solid and his breathing is silent.

Each figure is like the intersection of dreams and reality, reflecting the reverberations and backlash of "reality".

And the last person is herself.

Mirror image of Alison, standing with a gun, with a cold expression and steady steps.

She stood in the center of the lake, her eyes like those condensed from a ghost, without any emotion, only precision and murderous intent, like the remnants of a past will - waiting for her personal judgment.

Alison looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes expressionless as she slowly uttered:
"Ship Spirit sets sail."

He raised his right hand and pulled out the card that was as heavy as an ancient monument from the inside of his tactical cloak.

——Legacy Card·Summoning Spell Book: "The Royal Doomsday"

She lightly touched the card with the star of destiny, and the curse continued to murmur, dispersing in the wind.

"You were once drowned by fate, but now I will rescue you and start the blood-sworn battle again."

thump—

The low roar of the deep sea is like an ancient war drum, exploding from under the water of Mirror Lake.

The water surface bulged violently, and the warship that had been silent in the Dream Sea slowly emerged again.

The hull is wrapped with bone curses, the mast stands upright like a tombstone, the sails flutter in the windless air, and the blood-red embroidery reflects the moonlight in the mirror, just like a tombstone erected by the dead at sea.

The deck was empty, with only a faint blue flame burning in the spiritual lamp at the bow - that was the "soul mark".

The Doomsday Royal returns.

Three main guns were lined up, the muzzles engraved with the silver life lines of the old empire, and the side gun groups were neatly arranged. The whole ship was like a coffin on the sea, carrying the wrath of the dead in silence, waiting to ignite the war again.

Alison inserted the card into the bridge spellwheel, and with a click, it activated like a hub.

Her breath was as sharp as a blade, and her tone was cold:

"Array: Artillery Battle Mode."

"Main guns clear, side guns cover."

"Within three minutes—crush the mirror core."

The order was given with the precision of a naval doctrine, and the ghost ship's spirit automatically responded—the spell echoed through the hull.

The outlines of invisible crew members emerged from the mist. They were like the afterimages of the ancient imperial navy, meticulous and neatly arranged.

The Mirror Legion also moved.

They seemed to know all the instructions well - Mirror Baroque charged first, his giant blade rolling water like thunder;
Mirror Sima Ming releases the "Virtual Reality Gambling World" in an attempt to cut off the fleet's retreat;
Mirror Lilia summons a replica of the "Whisper Field" to disrupt the fleet's identification and locking systems;
Mirror Ian has taken control of the wind field and reversed the tactical wind direction.

They are familiar with her style and can "anticipate her choices" more accurately.

—but Alison was prepared.

She said coldly:

"Doomsday, release 'Song of Mist'."

call out--

A layer of gray-white steam gushed out from the belly of the ship, quickly rising and spreading over the lake.

The mist is not natural water vapor, but the "Old Soul Curse Smoke" extracted from the abyssal sea.
It has the characteristic of "disrupting the tactical identification of reflectors" - each wisp of smoke is like an interference line that entangles the field of vision, pulling the mirror system into chaos.

Sure enough, the mirror image began to make wrong judgments.

Mirror Rex mistook Mirror Baroque for an enemy and was swept halfway by a heavy axe, falling back wailing.

The gambling field of Mirror Siming was mistakenly embedded in the field of Mirror Lilia, causing feedback interference explosion.

The battle situation was chaotic.

Alison calmly pressed the gun command:

"Gunner, load the array-shattering rounds."

"Main gun locked onto the Mirror Group."

The main gun fired three times!

Pale flames rose from the deep sea, and three piercing rays of light slammed into the lake like black crosses—

boom!
The explosion tore through the dream mist, the mirror image on the lake exploded, and the front mirror cluster completely disintegrated, turning into debris and sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Calm and calm.

The steam dissipated.

On the entire Mirror Lake, only Alison was left, and her last reflection - herself.

The wind was still, the water was still, the mirror surface no longer moved, as if the whole world had held its breath.

The real showdown has finally begun.

In this dark blue and broken heart of the mirror, Alison slowly raised the Storm Rifle in her hand, a light that could not be replicated ignited in her eyes—

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, it was faith.

An "existence" that belonged only to her, forged in blood and fire. "You can imitate my tactics," she whispered, her voice echoing across the lake, striking every mirrored echo.

"But you are not worthy to imitate my choices."

Her reflection also slowly raised its gun.

"Do you think you can beat me?" Mirror Alison's voice was as cold as her real self's, but it lacked an inch of edge.

"I am you. Your firing rhythm, your improvisations, your tactical switches—I know it all. You can't even hide the order of your orders from me."

"Then you're wrong." Alison replied calmly and took a step forward.

Her voice was cold and solemn, but like a slowly drawn saber.

"You simulate 'action'."

"And I... understand 'timing'."

As soon as the words fell, the Mirror Lake area shook violently!
Like water waves shattering the stars, large shadows were shattered in the fog and flames.

The mirrored synchronization system could not withstand the slightest difference in will, and the structure began to break.

Mirror image Alison still stood in the center of the lake.

She stood alone in the center of endless debris, like a drowning person emerging from the water and exhaling her last bubbles.

But Alison didn't stop.

She approached step by step, and each step seemed to be stepping on the pulse of the chain of command, steady and unstoppable.

Three steps away, she stopped.

Mirror Alison looked at her and suddenly spoke, with a strange question in her tone:
"You're a monster."

"You didn't hesitate, you didn't doubt, and you didn't shed a tear for your companions."

"You don't look like a human at all."

Alison didn't object.

She just stared at "her own" face, her eyes terrifyingly calm.

"I never deny it," she replied slowly.

"I am not their gentleness—I am their 'blade'."

She slowly raised the gun and pointed it at the too-perfectly distorted replica face.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

The mirror image of Alison's eyes wavered slightly, as if she was hesitating, and as if... she finally understood.

Alison smiled.

That smile was cold, yet full of sharpness:
"you are not me."

"You—are not cold enough."

--boom!

The moment the storm gunfire sounded, the surface of the lake shattered like a thunder drum.

A faint red mark appeared on the forehead of the mirror image Alison, but her expression remained the same.

The next second, her entire body shattered in the air, like thousands of inverted mirrors splashing, spinning high into the air, and turning into drizzling light fragments that fell on the Mirror Lake.

Mirror reaction system - collapse.

The entire mirror domain shook violently, and a window appeared in the core.

"...The core of the domain has been exposed." Alison confirmed softly, her tone as if she was reporting the battle situation, precise and restrained.

The next moment, in the center of the lake——

The surface of the water parted, like a silk curtain lifted by the wind, and a vague yet elegant figure slowly emerged.

It was a woman wearing a gorgeous mirrored dress and an inverted mask on her head.

Her figure was uncertain in the waves, like water but not water, like a shadow but not a shadow.

The mask was upside down, with a faint smile hidden in the eyes, like a tired and compassionate god, gently looking at the "survivors" after the massacre in the mirror.

"You found me."

Her voice was gentle as mist, yet it contained an undercurrent of pressure.

Mathura.

She is the divine projection of the mirror, the gaze behind the whisper, and the ultimate questioner of "Who are you?"

She nodded slightly, her tone as if praising an actor on stage who was getting closer to the truth:
"I admire your paranoia, Commander."

Alison didn't respond.

She drew her second musket, wielding both at her body, the muzzles slightly raised, her aura like the return of the god of the sea battle.

"Tactical clearance completed."

"The next stage—is to eliminate you."

(End of this chapter)