All Chapters of MY LIES BECOME REALITY: THE DECEPTIVE SOVEREIGN OF DESIRE: Chapter 11
- Chapter 20
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The Jealous Young Master
The standoff between the detective and the disciple was attracting a crowd.Sae Kirishima, Special Crimes. Runa Yozakura, Fallen Prodigy.And me, Renji Amagiri, Professional Scammer and Current Victim of Success.(I should run. If they start fighting, the shockwave alone will shatter my ribs.)"I asked you a question," Runa said, her hand tightening on her sword hilt. "Why are you harassing my Master?""It's police business," Sae retorted, adjusting her glasses. "And frankly, I should be asking why a Yozakura is following a man with no registered address."Sparks flew. Literal mana sparks.I opened my mouth to diffuse the situation—maybe fake a coughing fit—when a voice cut through the air like a rusty saw."Runa! Step away from that filth!"We all turned.A sleek red sports car had pulled up to the curb. Leaning out of the window was a young man with dyed blonde hair, expensive sunglasses, and a face that screamed "my father is a lawyer."Daichi.I recognized him from the Hunter Asso
Preparing for the Impossible
I sat in the dark of my apartment, staring at the blue holographic screen of the System.My hands were shaking. Not just from the Mana Void this time, but from sheer stupidity.(Why did I say "no hands"? Why? I could have said "I will only use one finger." Or "I will only use a taser." But no, I had to be dramatic.)I had three days to figure out how to defeat a B-Rank Fire Mage without touching him.Daichi was an idiot, but he was a powerful idiot. One fireball would turn me into a Roman candle."Think, Renji. Think like a scammer," I muttered, scrolling through the Hunter Association's public database on my phone.I needed dirt.Most Hunters had their stats hidden, but Daichi was a narcissist. His social media was public.I spent four hours scrolling through his "HunterGram."Selfie with a slain Wyvern. Video of him burning a goblin village. Post about how "Ghosts aren't real, and if they were, I'd burn them too."I paused.That was a specific denial.I dug deeper. I found an old fo
The Arena of Lies
The Central Arena was deafening.Fifty thousand people were screaming my name. Or maybe they were screaming for my blood. It was hard to tell over the sound of my own heart trying to escape my ribcage.I stood in the center of the sand-covered ring, wearing my usual black coat. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets.Not to look cool. But because if I took them out, everyone would see them shaking like leaves in a hurricane.(I am going to die. I am going to die in front of a live studio audience.)Across from me stood Daichi. He was clad in gleaming red mage armor, surrounded by floating orbs of fire. He looked like a protagonist.I looked like a guy who had forgotten to eat breakfast for three days."Renji Amagiri!" the announcer boomed. "The man who claims he can win without using his hands! Is it arrogance? Or is it godhood?"Daichi spat on the ground. The saliva sizzled."You're going to regret humiliating me," he shouted, his mana flaring. "I'm going to burn that smug look ri
The Glance That Kills
The fireball was three meters away.The heat was already curling the ends of my hair. The roar of the flames sounded like a jet engine taking off inside my ear canal.I had zero Desire Points. Zero mana. Zero defensive items.(So this is it. I’m going to die as I lived: looking cool while panicking internally.)Time seemed to slow down.I didn't want to die with my cheap colored contact lenses melting onto my corneas. That would be a painful way to go.So, in my final moment of defiance, I raised my hands. Not to block the fire—that would be useless—but to my face."Limiters," I whispered, my voice lost in the roar of the flame. "Release."(I'm just taking them out so I don't go blind before I burn.)I plucked the lenses from my eyes and flicked them aside.My true eyes were revealed.Thanks to the [Path of the Incubus Emperor], my natural eyes had been passively altered. They weren't just brown anymore. They were a deep, abyssal violet, flecked with gold. They were eyes designed by a
Enter the Heiress
"Pet?"The word hung in the silent arena like a guillotine blade waiting to drop.Ayaka Saionji stood before me, radiating an aura that wasn't just magical—it was financial. Her dress probably cost more than the entire gross domestic product of my neighborhood.She reached into her cleavage—a movement that made half the male audience lean forward instinctively—and pulled out a checkbook.It wasn't paper. It was made of thin, gold leaf.She scribbled something with a pen that glowed with mana."Here," she said, flicking the golden slip toward me. It fluttered through the air and landed on my chest. I caught it reflexively.I looked at it.It was a check from the Saionji Group.The 'Amount' line was blank."Fill in whatever number you desire," Ayaka purred, stepping closer until the scent of her perfume (which smelled like crushed roses and superiority) overwhelmed the smell of burning ozone. "In exchange, you belong to me. Exclusively."(Oh my god. It's blank. It's actually blank. I co
Chapter 16: The Kidnapping Attempt
"Instant noodles," I muttered, clutching my stomach. "Spicy seafood flavor. With an egg."It was a mantra. A prayer.We were walking back to my apartment through the backstreets of Shinjuku. The sun had set, and the neon lights were flickering on, casting long, jagged shadows across the pavement."Master," Runa whispered, her hand hovering near her sword case. "We are being followed.""I know," I lied.(I didn't know. I was too busy thinking about carbohydrates.)I glanced at a shop window reflection. Two black sedans were crawling behind us, their headlights off. They moved with the silent, predatory grace of sharks in a tank."Ayaka Saionji doesn't take rejection well," I said, suppressing a shudder."She is a demon," Runa hissed. "To treat a Sovereign like a pet... it is blasphemy."SCREECH.The sedans suddenly accelerated, cutting us off. Two more vans peeled out of an alleyway in front of us, blocking the path.We were boxed in.Doors slid open. Twelve men in matching black suits
Chapter 17: The Three-Way Standoff
"He's my suspect."Sae Kirishima’s declaration hung in the air, heavy with possessiveness and police authority.The twelve mercenaries were still kneeling on the pavement, groaning as the effects of [Voice of the Dominator] wore off.But before I could thank the Detective for the rescue (and ask her to please let go of my arm because she was cutting off my circulation), a sleek black door opened.The limousine that had been blocked by the police cruisers finally made its move.Ayaka Saionji stepped out.She didn't look worried about the police. She looked annoyed, like someone had served her lukewarm champagne."Detective," Ayaka said, her voice cutting through the sirens. "You are touching my property."(Oh no. She's actually here. I thought she just sent the goons.)Sae stiffened. She turned to face the heiress, her grip on me tightening."Property?" Sae scoffed. "This man is a person of interest in multiple federal investigations. He belongs to the State right now.""He belongs to
Chapter 18: Dr. Mai's Clinic
The first thing I noticed was the smell.It didn't smell like a hospital. It smelled like lavender, formaldehyde, and... arousal?I opened my eyes.A blinding white light shone directly into my retinas. I tried to shield my face, but my hands wouldn't move.I was strapped to a cold steel table. Leather cuffs bound my wrists and ankles. My shirt was gone.(Okay. I’ve been kidnapped. Again. Is it Monday?)"Subject is conscious," a voice purred from the darkness beyond the light. "Pupil dilation normal. Heart rate... elevated. Fascinating."A face leaned into the light.She was beautiful in a terrifying way. Messy purple hair tied back in a loose bun, thick black-rimmed glasses that slid down her nose, and a white lab coat that seemed a size too small.Under the coat, she wore... well, a black lace camisole and very little else.Dr. Mai Shinozaki. The "Witch of the Ward." An unlicensed genius who operated out of the sewers because the Medical Association deemed her methods "unethical.""
Chapter 19: The Experimental Potion
"Drink this," Mai said, holding out a beaker filled with bubbling purple liquid. "It tastes like grape soda and existential dread."I sat on the edge of the steel table, buttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. My hand wasn't black anymore. It was pale, smooth, and felt completely numb."What is it?" I asked, eyeing the concoction."A cocktail of slime mucus, crushed mana crystals, and... a few secret ingredients," she winked. "It will coat your internal organs in a mana-resistant film. The Void won't be able to eat anything for 48 hours."Forty-eight hours of life. It was a bargain.I took the beaker. I chugged it.It did not taste like grape soda. It tasted like battery acid mixed with ghost peppers."Gah!" I gagged, wiping my mouth. "That was awful.""Give it a second," Mai grinned.Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine.It started at my neck and shot down to my toes. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like a Christmas tree.The cotton of my shirt suddenly felt like sandpaper. T
Chapter 20: The Call to Arms
"Try not to die before I finish my coffee," I said, hanging up the phone.I set the device down on the table with extreme care. Thanks to Dr. Mai’s potion, the plastic casing felt like it was made of jagged obsidian."Master?" Runa watched me, eyes wide. "The Association?""Begging," I said, sipping my coffee. It tasted like lava and sandpaper. "As usual."(They weren't begging. They were panic-screaming. The Chairman sounded like he was crying.)I turned my attention to the TV. The footage was chaotic. The black vortex in Shinjuku wasn't just spewing monsters; it was emitting a sound. A low, haunting melody that cut through the reporter's microphone.On screen, soldiers and police officers—men specifically—were dropping their weapons. They were walking toward the vortex with glazed eyes, like zombies marching to a buffet."It's a Siren Gate," I muttered. "Psychological contamination."My phone rang again. This time, it was a video call.I accepted it, propping the phone up against a