Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 188 Mirror of Destiny
"You thought the answer to your fate was already hidden behind the door."

"But they don't know that the moment of choice is where destiny begins."

gloomy.

When Sima Ming stepped into the Mirror Room of Destiny, the first feeling that came to him was a suffocating darkness.

He stood quietly in the center of an obsidian hall with a high dome. Faint light emerged from the walls, as if the entire space was cast from the stars in his dreams.

The surrounding walls were constructed of mirror stone, and every inch of the surface was as cold as stagnant water, yet faint astrological patterns emerged in the dim light.
They twist and drift, as if devouring the thoughts of those who watch them.

Directly in front of us are three huge doors standing silently.

On the left, the Eye of the Stars, the pupil in the relief is slightly open, as if it is slowly opening, peeking into the past and the future;
In the middle, there was the Chain of Fate, a black iron chain coiled around it, with a faint "clicking" sound coming from it, as if suppressing some vortex of fate waiting to be released;

On the right, there is a faceless dice, the surface of which is as smooth as a mirror, and on it flashes constantly rotating patterns - crown, snake tail, blank, death, nameless... It cannot be locked or predicted.

Sima Ming frowned slightly, his eyes moving quickly between the three doors.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the Thousand Faces' whispered reminder when I stepped into the Mirror Room.

"The first choice will reveal the truth behind a door."

He murmured to himself, a faint smile on his lips: "...Monty Hall problem."

As a destiny-related mystic who has battled probability on many occasions at the gambling table, he knows clearly that this seemingly simple question is, in essence, a "game between trust and fraud."

Luck and fate are two different masks worn by probability.

He stood still, his eyes fixed firmly on the door on the far right - the Faceless Dice.

"From a probabilistic point of view, the probability of the primary election being wrong is two-thirds," he murmured softly.

"Choosing a door and then switching will increase your chances of winning to two-thirds."

The next second, he pushed open the door on the right and stepped inside.

Behind the door is a narrow and depressing mirror corridor.

The walls on both sides were like flowing mercury, and the ancient mirrors were broken and repaired. With every step, a memory fragment from someone else's life would automatically emerge on the mirror surface:
The mast of the Lost was swaying in the storm, the melody of the violin was echoing on the deck, and Calvino was standing there with a smile on his face.

Lilia lowered her head and played the strings in the shadows, Leng Ji raised his glass and smiled, and Celian leaned against the door, her eyes half-closed, muttering "You're late again, Master"...

But at this moment, every image in the mirror gradually took on a hint of gray mist.

The mirror whispered, like a nightmare mocking: "Are you sure you made the right choice?"

Siming's eyes remained calm as he shook his head: "Probability won't lie."

"Really?" Whispered back, "Do you really believe that the truth about fate is just a matter of probability?"

The mirror surface fluctuated, his shadow was stretched and deformed, and the rationality in his mind began to slip like an hourglass.

A trace of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and more and more whispers rang in his ears - every voice he had believed in or doubted turned into whispers, lingering endlessly.

At the end of the Hall of Mirrors is a circular hall. The light is ambiguous and strange, like starlight refracting through thick fog, shining on the ground like rippling water.

Countless stars floated in the dome, and each star was like an eye, staring at him quietly.

Under the starry sky, time and space trembled slightly, and the sense of existence that did not belong to reality made people almost breathless.

He stopped, breathing rapidly.

The mirrored walls around him began to resonate, and the space seemed to be surrounded by circles of ripples. The unopened doors were now like eyes in a dream, staring at him intently.

Suddenly, he woke up with a start.

The whispers in the Hall of Mirrors have been telling us the truth about fate.

But they never advised him "how to choose", but instead gradually led him to believe that he knew how to choose.

"The basis of Monty Hall's problem is that what is right and wrong is already set behind the door."

Siming murmured softly, his heartbeat accelerating, "But here... they weren't set long ago, but are waiting for my choice before deciding whether it's true or false."

An inexplicable shudder ran up his spine.

He realized that this was not just a multiple-choice question - it was fate "observing" him.

He looked at the two unopened doors. They were no longer just "unselected options". They were like silent hunters, waiting for him to fall into the next judgment trap.

The abyss of fate lies not in what it is, but in what you believe it is.

He finally realized that he was being pulled into a logical vortex deeper than probability.

This is a test of "cognition".

The real enemy is never fate, but himself - his "understanding" of fate.

"If the truth is not predetermined, but collapses and reveals itself at the moment of my choosing, then—"

Siming's mind was shaken, and a thunderous awareness struck deep within his thoughts. He finally realized that he was being firmly enveloped by fate's "Observer Effect."

He thought he was choosing the future, but in fact, the future existed because of his choice.

It is not the door that determines your destiny, but your choice that gives the door truth or falsehood.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, his legs trembled slightly, and the light in front of his eyes trembled like an illusion.

“The door you see is the result of what you want to believe.”

"The moment you walk in is the moment your destiny takes shape."

The deep whisper emerged again, the tone was no longer gentle, but with a madness that tore apart the self-reason.

It was like an old god who had been waiting for a thousand years whispering in his ear:

"Destiny is but an illusion created by your observation... The door never exists between true and false. Your choice is the truth."

His pupils contracted violently, and the fate star map on his palm flashed violently. The burning pain was like sparks piercing his soul.

The star of reason suddenly collapsed.

He clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white, and tried hard to suppress the madness and sense of tearing that was rising from the depths of his mind, as if he would lose control and fall into the abyss of madness in the next second.

"So... the key to the problem is never choosing the right thing."

His voice was hoarse, but extremely clear.

"It's about whether I'm willing to bear the future that this choice brings."

He slowly raised his head, an almost stubborn cold light burning in his eyes, and stared at the two silent doors in front of him again.

The left door - the Eye of the Stars, still shines with the light of a peeper, as if waiting for his fear.

The middle door - the lock of fate, stands coldly, and the embossed chains seem to be trembling, as if eager to release the beast of fate imprisoned inside.

His hands trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. Another star of rationality burned out within him, and his consciousness lingered on the edge.

At the moment when he seemed on the verge of collapse, he raised his right hand, and in his palm, a mysterious card of destiny slowly emerged, the card surface shining with deep blue light like flowing light.

He whispered:
"Since my destiny is determined by me, I will open the door that belongs to me in my own way."

The card light burst out, and he placed his palm on the door of the "Lock of Fate", and the energy exploded instantly.

The ancient chain runes ignited, and countless runes split open from the door frame, like a face opening its eyes.

And the whispers also turned into anger at this moment:

"Are you sure... you can bear your true fate?"

Sima Ming sneered, his eyes indifferent and firm.

"Bear your fate?"

He took a step forward, his words sharp as a blade:
"I've been an enemy of it for a long time."

"boom--!!"

The door of the lock of fate suddenly opened, and an unfathomable crack appeared like a hole torn in a dream, swallowing him whole.

At that moment, his figure was completely sucked into the door. The void closed like waves, leaving only countless chaotic and sharp whispers echoing in the air:
"The choice has been made... the truth will soon be revealed."

……

Outside the mirror room.

In the Yaoxing Secret House, the star map on the dome of the mirror room trembled violently, and the destiny star track shook violently, as if a new destiny track was forcibly pried open.

Ruoli stood quietly on the floating stone steps outside the mirror room, looking up at the unpredictable starlight. The corners of her lips slowly rose, but without a smile.

Beside her, Leng Ji also looked up at the door, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Master, this ritual...can he succeed?"

Ruoli didn't answer immediately.

She just stared at the door for a long time, as if she was looking at a gambler who was about to jump out of an abyss.

After a while, she slowly spoke, her voice low and her eyes far away:
“Success and failure are the most meaningless propositions of fate.”

"Because the true door to destiny never leads to answers."

“It leads to the choice that is always in your deepest heart.”

She smiled softly, as if whispering, but also like saying goodbye:
"Si Ming... I hope you win the bet this time."

"You think you are choosing your fate,"

"But you forgot that fate also chose you at the same moment."

(End of this chapter)