Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 166: Broken Mirror and Heavy Strike
"The blade of judgment is only meant to cut through falsehood."

She stood in the center of the shattered lake, mirror fragments floating beneath her feet, like the echoes of countless unfinished orders and tactics, hovering in mid-air.

The lenses, like the glass of the sea, reflected Alison's iron-like silhouette.

And from the reversed mirror door, Mathura came walking on the waves.

She was not angry, but was as sarcastic and elegant as ever. Her eyes were as calm as a mirror, but revealed a twisted desire for control.

"Do you really think..." She chuckled, raised her hand and opened the mirror disc between her fingers. The mirror wheel rotated in her palm, uninterrupted like the alternation of day and night. "Just by breaking some mirror images, you can defeat me?"

Her voice was gentle, and the smile on her mask slowly cracked, and a deeper passion and ecstasy were faintly visible behind her words.

"I'm not imitating you," she whispered, a hint of insolent sweetness in her voice. "I'm a reflection of your logic."

"All your moves, weapons, cards—I know them all."

Her tone suddenly tightened, like a knife stabbing straight -

"Mystery card? ...Isn't your bound secret the famous 'Blood George's Death Battle Banner'?"

"A world-class anti-will field card, overload negative pressure, mental lock, legion suppression... Your mirror image has told me all of this."

"Including the tactical window and cooldown rhythm for each of your ship summons."

Her mask smiled, as if she was celebrating her victory in advance.

"I am the will of the Mirror of All Things. The mirror images are not my projections, they are you. You appear to be deciphering me, but you are only admiring the victory scenario you wish to see."

She approached step by step, the lenses swirling around her, as if to swallow the entire battlefield into the "symmetrical trap" she had constructed.

But Alison didn't move.

She didn't speak either.

She just slowly raised her right hand and placed it on the bronze handle of the musket at her waist.

The gun body is simple and plain, but it is as deep as silent judgment.

She raised her eyes and looked at Masula:
"Oh?" Her voice was low, yet as precise as a bayonet through armor. "Did the mirror image tell you that as a senior member of the Mysterious Guild, I have the legal authority to 'temporarily change bound Mysterious Cards' twice?"

Masura's expression froze.

The air paused for half a second.

Alison lowered her head slightly and slowly unfastened the buckle on her left wrist, revealing four burned life-marks on her skin.

Three of them were dim as gray, and one still glowed faintly.

"The moment I realized I had been copied, I severed the connection to the original card."

"And paid the price—burning two stars of sanity prematurely."

There was no emotion in her voice, and her tone was like the firing pin of a precision weapon, clicking and counting down the moment of victory or defeat.

“It’s a huge price to pay.”

“But the effect…”

A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she slowly pulled out the dormant rifle.

"You—are about to experience it firsthand."

It was a musket that seemed to have been forged from the abyss of darkness.

The gun body is the color of the inverted night sky, engraved with twists and turns of spells and the bite marks of fate; the handle is wrapped with dark green soul patterns, and a soul core is burning with a faint blue flame, beating continuously, like a heart.

The shadow of the card appeared in her palm, clear as a stone:
No.: No.2647
Title: The Fire Gun That Breaks Illusions

Category: Fate Series·High-level Mystery
Binding restrictions: only the user is recognized, and use is a declaration of destiny
Entry 1: Marking·Essence Command

"Can mark the target unit, revealing its true existence. If the target is the center of the area, it will be forced to be fixed in a single form."

Entry 2: Breaking the Domain and Reversing the Rules
"After launching the second strike, if the target area is constructed based on its own cognition and logic, its rules will be forcibly reversed and redefined by the user."

Entry 3: Collapse and Disordered World
"If the target has already endured the first two attacks, the third attack will directly destroy the foundation of their domain, causing the domain to disintegrate, the rules to derail, and the target to fall into domain regression and mental collapse."

Cost: Each hit costs one Sanity Star. Using this card three times triggers Fate Lock, preventing you from using Fate cards for ten hours.

Alison gently stroked the gun, the sound like wind passing through the afterglow of the battlefield:

"The mirror image replicated my moves, but it failed to replicate my judgment."

"It's not that you're not strong enough."

"It's just that you don't deserve to be me."

She slowly raised the gun and slightly adjusted the muzzle - aiming at Mathura's forehead.

The first strike was already poised at her fingertips.

"Is this... a fate card?"

For the first time, Majora's voice wavered, a slight crack appearing in her mercury-calm tone.

The contempt in her eyes froze into fear in an instant.

"How dare you use it... in the Mirror Realm?"

Allison's response was a mere click—the crisp metallic sound of the hammer being pulled, like the countdown to doom. She raised her gun, a pale flame emanating from the muzzle, and calmly and precisely pronounced:

"Break the first moment."

A faint light appeared at the fingertips, outlining the shadow of Mathura and forcibly binding it to her real body.

The next second—a gunshot.

The first blow hit Mathura's chest.

Her movements froze, her mirrored dress fluttered violently in the wind, and the domain mirror membrane suddenly fluctuated. A tiny but glaring crack spread from her chest to the surrounding area, as if the identity of "her" in the mirror was being outlined by the bullet of reality, revealing its essential boundaries.

Mathura lowered her head, looking at the golden life pattern emerging on her chest, her voice trembling:
"You...you pulled me out of the mirror?"

"You're no longer Vientiane," Alison said calmly.

She stood straight, her eyes as sharp as knives.

"You are a false god wearing the mask of 'Mirror Will', a world card, a fragment of will without a master to support it."

"Your blank third rule has already betrayed you."

She exhaled sharply, her left hand firmly holding the gun, and slowly whispered four words:

"Break, the second moment."

The second shot was fired.

Hitting the core of the field, the bullet went straight through the constantly rotating mirror disk.

——Masura's mask shattered.

——The mirror disc was like a broken-stringed harp, screaming in the air and spinning out of control.

The entire mirror field seemed to be off track in an instant, and the rules echoed and collapsed one after another!
The law of symmetry - break!

When the mirror is broken, the soul is broken - shattered!

Mirror body feedback system - total failure!
The pillars of the domain collapsed in a chain reaction, and the reflection of the city collapsed like an hourglass. The mirror images that originally formed the legion were all distorted and melted. The illusions reflected in the lake withered one by one, and not even the wreckage was left.

Majora took several steps back, her body shaking violently, and the smile on her face that had once maintained absolute elegance revealed for the first time a tearing anger and panic.

Her body shattered, revealing her original form—

It was a nightmare pseudo-body embedded with countless eyeballs, each eye reflecting the illusion of a different character, disguised as "the self they wanted to see."

But under the "Essence Mark", the pupils of those eyeballs shattered one by one, like out-of-control crystals, exploding into light fragments.

Alison took a slow step forward.

The third flame of destiny was swirling on the muzzle of the gun.

"I don't see through you."

"From the very beginning, I didn't believe in your script."

She pressed her forehead against Majora's, as if conducting a real "execution of faith".

"You called me a cold-blooded officer."

"But you're wrong. I just know a little better than you—"

"Mirrors are for looking at things, not for talking nonsense."

--boom!

The third strike ends.

No etiquette, no amnesty.

Majora disintegrated in the wind, leaving behind not even her mask. She turned into a wisp of cold mist and melted into the pocket watch on Alison's wrist.

The realm collapsed and the mirror sea split open.

The lake surface returned to calm, all the reflections disappeared, and the center of the lake remained the same as before, with only one person standing on it.

She knelt slightly, one knee touching the ground, and the hands of her sobriety watch slowly turned to the fifth mark -

Lucidity: -50
She exhaled softly, caught the card from the wind, and brushed the remaining warmth with her fingertips:

——No.467
——Star rating: High level
——Category: World Series

——Real Name: Mirror of All Things

——Fictitious Name: "Masura, the Intersection of Reality and Illusion"

She stood up, turned her wrist to put away the gun, and her eyes were as cold as before as she swept across the calmed Mirror Lake.

He said softly:
"Illusions must eventually be shattered."

"And I always stand on the side of reality."

"Mirrors shatter, reality returns—on the battlefield, only will, not reflection, controls the battlefield."

(End of this chapter)