All Chapters of MY LIES BECOME REALITY: THE DECEPTIVE SOVEREIGN OF DESIRE: Chapter 111
- Chapter 120
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Chapter 111: The Ruined City
"Welcome to the resistance," Admiral Vance had said.But it didn't look like a resistance. It looked like a funeral.The command deck of the USS Gerald R. Ford was silent. Dozens of officers hunched over holographic tables, their faces illuminated by the eerie red glow of tactical displays.Outside the reinforced glass, the Atlantic Ocean churned grey and angry. And on the horizon..."New York," I whispered.Or what was left of it.The city wasn't just damaged. It was caged.A massive, translucent black dome covered Manhattan Island. It stretched from the Battery to Harlem, a perfect hemisphere of pure, concentrated Mana Void energy. Inside, skyscrapers were just silhouettes in the gloom."The Syndicate didn't just take the city," Admiral Vance grunted, lighting a fresh cigar. "They took the government. The White House is dark. The Pentagon is compromised. This fleet... we're all that's left of the free world."He pointed to the dome with his cigar."That barrier appeared three days a
Chapter 112: The Mutant Subway
The abyss smelled like wet fur and old copper.We waded through ankle-deep water in the pitch-black maintenance tunnel. The only light came from the luminescent moss growing on the damp walls—a side effect of the Void corruption leaking from the surface."Watch your step," Jessica whispered, her rifle raised. "Thermal sensors are picking up movement. Lots of it.""Rats?" Ayaka asked, wrinkling her nose. She was holding her skirt up to keep it out of the sludge."Big rats," Jessica corrected. "The size of motorcycles."SKRITCH. SKRITCH.The sound echoed from the darkness ahead. It wasn't the scuttling of tiny claws. It was the heavy, scraping sound of massive talons dragging on concrete.Red eyes appeared in the gloom.Two. Four. Ten. Fifty."Contact!" Runa shouted, stepping in front of me with her dagger. "They are swarming!"A massive mutant rat, its fur matted with purple slime and its teeth the size of daggers, lunged out of the shadows. It screeched—a sound that shattered glass."
Chapter 113: The Cult of Nothing
"Move. Or get eaten by the wrong god."My voice echoed through the cavernous ruins of Penn Station.The thousands of masked cultists froze. The rhythmic dancing stopped. The chanting died in their throats.They turned toward me in unison.(Okay. That’s a lot of people. And they all have knives made of femurs. This might have been a mistake.)"Renji," Jessica whispered, raising her rifle. "I have enough ammo for maybe fifty of them. The other two thousand are going to be a problem.""Stay calm," I muttered. "They’re crazy. Crazy people respond to authority."The Cult Leader—the man with the purple skull staff—stepped down from his pile of luggage. He walked toward the edge of the platform.He wore a mask made from the skull of a subway rat. He moved with a jerky, unnatural gait.He stopped three feet from me.He sniffed.Sniff. Sniff."The scent..." the Leader rasped. His voice sounded like dry leaves skittering on concrete.He leaned closer. He sniffed my chest.(Please don't bite me.
Chapter 114: Rescuing the Genius
"This just got complicated," I muttered.The Cult Leader was vibrating with anticipation, his bone knife hovering over Elara Musk's throat."Shall I open her veins, O Avatar?" he asked, his voice trembling with religious ecstasy. "Shall we paint the tracks with the blood of science?"Elara rolled her eyes. "If you cut me, you'll severance the fiber-optic cable in my sleeve and kill the Wi-Fi for this entire sector. Do you want to lose your connection to the dark web?"The Cult Leader hesitated. "The Wi-Fi... is sacred?""It is the whisper of the void," Elara lied effortlessly.I stepped forward. I needed to get her out of there without starting a riot."Stop," I commanded.The Leader froze."This one..." I walked around Elara, inspecting her like a piece of cattle. "Is... unripe.""Unripe?" The Leader blinked behind his rat skull mask."She tastes of cynicism and bad coffee," I scoffed. "If I consume her now, it will give me indigestion."(It will give me a headache. She talks too muc
Chapter 115: The Weeping Liberty
"Get in line," I had told Elara. "It's a long list."But right now, the only thing on the list was survival.We stood on the ruined docks of the Battery. The rain was black, stained by the Void mist swirling from Central Park. The waves of the harbor churned violently.And rising from the water, towering ninety-three meters into the air, was Lady Liberty.She wasn't the stoic guardian of the harbor anymore. Her copper skin was oxidized to a sickly, vibrant green that pulsed with purple veins. Her spiked crown was a halo of dark fire.And she was crying.Rivers of thick, red liquid—blood or rust—poured from her eyes, staining her face."She's... weeping," Melody whispered, hiding behind my coat. "The frequency... it is not rage. It is sorrow. Infinite sorrow.""She's eating a boat," Ayaka pointed out dryly.The Statue raised the torch. The flame wasn't fire; it was a gravity well. The Staten Island Ferry was lifted into the air, steel groaning, and sucked into the purple vortex at the
Chapter 116: The First User's Sin
"I came to ask why you're crying."The Statue of Liberty froze. The copper hand hovering over me—a mass of metal heavy enough to crush a tank—trembled."Crying?" the spirit boomed, her voice cracking like a fault line. "We do not cry. We leak the sorrow of the Architect."She lowered her hand. She didn't strike. She placed her massive index finger on the ruined pier next to me. It was the size of a bus."He made us," the Statue whispered, her glowing purple eyes dimming slightly. "The First Liar. He carved this vessel from the dreams of the desperate. He put the Fire in our hands."I stood my ground, though the heat from her finger was singeing my eyebrows."And then?" I asked softly."Then he left."The Statue looked at the dark horizon."He said he was going to rewrite the ending. He said he would return to liberate us from the System. But he never came back."Tears of rust and blood poured faster."We waited. For a hundred years. The hope turned to hunger. The light turned to void.
Chapter 117: Fragment 4: The Freedom Field
"I just turned off the lights."I said this while dusting the green copper sand off my shoulder.The Statue of Liberty was gone. In its place, a warm, pulsing golden light resided in my chest.[System Alert: Fragment Assimilation Complete.][Core Code 4/6: The Heart of Liberty.][Lifespan Extended: +60 Days.][Current Lifespan: 2 Months, 14 Days.](Two months. I have two whole months. I could take a nap. I could read a book.)The relief was physical. My knees buckled, but I locked them instantly. A Sovereign does not swoon."Renji!" Ayaka ran to me on the ruined pier. "The dome... look!"I looked up.The black dome covering New York City hadn't shattered yet. It had cracked. Spiderwebs of white light were spreading across the dark sky, but the structure was holding on."It is stubborn," Runa growled, sheathing her dagger. "The Void Gate resists the morning.""It's a SSS-Rank barrier," Elara muttered, checking her tablet. "It's self-repairing. Unless we hit it with an energy spike equi
Chapter 118: Catching a Nuke
"I'm going to catch it."I launched myself into the sky.[Skill Activated: True Flight.]The air screamed around me. I broke the sound barrier in three seconds. Mach 1. Mach 2.(I am a bullet. I am a very scared bullet in a purple suit.)Above me, the ICBM was a streak of white fire descending from the heavens. It was huge—a thirty-meter long cylinder of death carrying a payload that could erase the entire state."Renji!" Ayaka’s voice crackled in my earpiece. "You can't intercept it! If you touch it, the proximity fuse will detonate!""I know," I shouted over the wind.I reached the missile at 10,000 feet.It was massive. The heat radiating from it was intense enough to melt steel.I hovered alongside it, matching its velocity. We were falling together.(Okay. Plan A: Cut it. No, bad plan. Cut nuke = Boom.)(Plan B: Command it. No, it's a machine. Machines don't have ears.)(Plan C: Use the new toy.)I placed my hand on the hull of the missile.It was hot. But my S-Rank mana skin (th
Chapter 119: The White House Party
"I need a tailor," I had said.Twelve hours later, I was wearing a tuxedo that cost more than the missile I had sat on.The White House was intact. Mostly because the Syndicate had fled before they could burn it down. Now, the Grand Ballroom was packed with dignitaries, generals, and the surviving elite of the free world.And they were all looking at me."To the Savior of the West!" the President toasted, raising a glass of champagne."TO THE SAINT!" the room roared.I raised my glass. My hand was steady, mostly because I had consumed enough high-grade hors d'oeuvres to stabilize my blood sugar.(I just want to go home. My feet hurt. And this tie is choking me.)"Smile, Master," Runa whispered, standing at my side in a black evening gown that hid at least six knives. "You are conquering the West. It is only right they bow.""They aren't bowing," I muttered. "They're staring."My harem was the center of attention.Ayaka was currently explaining to the Secretary of the Treasury why the
Chapter 120: The Return of the King
"Renji One," the pilot announced over the intercom. "We are entering Japanese airspace. ETA to Tokyo: Ten minutes."I sat in the command chair of the President's personal jet—which had been temporarily renamed "Renji One" by a very enthusiastic Jessica."It’s not a plane," Jessica had argued. "It’s a chariot."I looked out the window.The sun was rising over the Pacific. But the light didn't reach Tokyo.A massive column of black smoke rose from the island. It wasn't a fire. It was a beacon."Dr. Mai was right," I whispered. "The volcano woke up."I turned to the main screen. The satellite feed of Tokyo was... apocalyptic.The city wasn't just burning. It was being rewritten.Skyscrapers were floating in mid-air, defying gravity. The streets were paved with bubbling magma. Monsters—not dungeon trash, but A-Rank chimeras—roamed the districts like stray dogs.And hovering above the ruins of the Imperial Palace was a figure.He sat on a throne made of thunderclouds and debris. He wore ar