Lord of the Mysteries: I'm Not Evil God

Chapter 17: The Mask of Reflection

Perspective: Eiren

The stars were trembling again.

But this time, they were afraid.

Klein, the Fool, was gone—drawn deep into a maddening duel with Amon, dancing along the axis of paradoxes and hidden thrones. His focus was elsewhere.

And so the world's veil thinned.

Velkaris stepped through.

Not with thunder.

Not with lies.

But with silence.

Eiren didn't move.

He already knew.

There was no more pretending, no more running, no more fragments to hide behind.

He had always been Velkaris.

Lyra had always been Velkaris.

They were not imposters, nor lies.

They were possibilities the lie dreamed into being.

And now, the dream had ended.

Velkaris stood before him, regal and expressionless—his face perfectly blank, his presence wrapped in layers of shifting identity.

His voice, when it came, wasn't cruel.

It was tired.

"It's time."

The moment he said it—

The world shivered.

And a voice deeper than Velkaris, older than narrative, emerged:

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

✔️ Condition Met: Become God of the Fake Pathway

✔️ Condition Met: Forge a Unique Pathway — The Witness (Structural Overlap: Fake + Truth)

✔️ Condition Met: Ascend as the God of the Heartbound Pathway

🎁 Reward Unlocked: Sefirah Fragment — The Mask of Reflection

Fusion Triggered: Velkaris, Eiren, Lyra

➤ Identity Collapse Event Incoming.

➤ Three Divine Selves: One Will Remain.

"As in the case of Adam and the True Creator — distinct, yet the same — so shall this become."

Eiren staggered.

Not from pain.

But from the sudden clarity.

He saw himself at age seven, lying about a broken window.

He saw Lyra swearing to be remembered, even as angels turned away.

He saw Velkaris begging the stars to exist, knowing no one believed in him yet.

They were the same thread, pulled through different emotional truths.

They weren't masks.

They were reflections.

And then came the voice again.

Calm. Unforgiving.

[System Message: Host will now enter dormancy.]

🕯️ Initiating Sleep Protocol: "Convergence Under the Mask"

Location: The Sefirah – The Mask of Reflection

The world blinked.

And Eiren, Lyra, Velkaris—

All fell asleep.

Not into death.

But into a place deeper than reality:

The Sefirah: The Mask of Reflection

A mirror that doesn't reflect your face—

Only what others believe it should be.

It was not born in the early dawn of creation, like the Sea of Chaos or the River of Destiny.

It was born later.

Born retroactively, when a foolish mortal made a wish so deep, so sincere, that reality rewrote itself to honor it.

This Sefirah governs:

Mirror Realities — Worlds built on perception, not substance.

Forgotten Selves — Fragments of gods, people, and concepts left behind.

Emotionally Anchored Narratives — Stories that exist because they matter, not because they are real.

Belief-born Entities — Gods and beings created purely because others believe they should exist.

And at the center of that endless mirrored realm:

A throne with no occupant.

Because none of the three had yet won.

Velkaris was identity.

Lyra was emotion.

Eiren was memory.

Only one could emerge as the true god.

Unless…

They became something entirely new.

The mirrors began to whisper.

Velkaris laughed softly in his sleep.

Lyra clutched a single red thread, flickering.

Eiren, even unconscious, watched.

And the Mask of Reflection began its work.

End of Chapter 17