Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 10 Bloody Stage, Invitation from the Nobles

Chapter 10 Bloody Stage, Invitation from the Nobles

“The world gives you an identity, and you have to play your role well.”

"Some resist, some indulge, and some... thrive."

Siming's nerves instinctively tensed up, his eyes fell on the vampire girl.
My mind raced through possible scenarios.

She smiled, with a playful arc at the corner of her mouth.

Those crimson eyes shone with amusement: "Why? Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

She tilted her head slightly, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She gently played with her long silver hair, her tone full of teasing:
"Did I tell you that I'm looking forward to our next tryst, Mr. Siming, the Heartless Man?"

Siming frowned. This voice, this tone... ?
However, before he could open his mouth to question, the girl flipped her palm lightly.
An old card appeared between her fingers. She whispered softly—

"Painted skin, remove."

In an instant, a mist-like light enveloped her body.
It was as if a transparent layer of skin had been peeled off. Her silver hair began to shrink and turned into wavy blonde hair;

Her red pupils gradually dimmed, turning back into a deep blue;

Her complexion also became healthier, losing that sickly paleness.

——A familiar and charming face appeared before my eyes.

Natasha, the "wounded kitten" who plays with Sima Ming in her hands.

Siming held his forehead with his hand, with a tired smile: "...What tricks are you playing this time?"

Natasha raised her hand and gently played with her long hair.

He looked at Sima Ming with a playful look: "This is not a trick, it's a magic card."

She shook the card in her hand and chuckled:
"Si Ming, you don't really think that the world of the Mystic Master only has monster cards, do you?"

Siming's gaze fixed.

...Magic card?

This was a concept he had never encountered before.

In the world of the Mystic Master, the existence of cards is more complicated than he imagined.

Aren't cards limited to just "summon monsters"?
Natasha seemed very satisfied to see Siming's thoughtful expression.

She put down the cards and shrugged.

"I came to this world to explore on a mission from the Guild of Secret Tricksters. Leng Ji just happened to tell me that you were here too.

By the way, 'Painted Skin' allows me to perfectly disguise myself as a target within twelve hours, but..."

She raised her eyebrows, with a hint of reluctance in her tone:

"I don't know why, but my disguise failed. Those vampire masters saw through me right away."

Celia covered her mouth and chuckled, "Of course I'd see through it. It's so obvious."

Natasha frowned. "What do you mean?"

Siming rubbed his temple helplessly, with a slightly teasing tone:

"This world assigns an 'identity' to every outsider.

The first level is 'foreigners', so no matter how you disguise yourself, they can tell at a glance that you are not a local.

The second level is role-playing, which is about how you act in the world."

Natasha was stunned, as if it was the first time she heard of this setting.
She pondered for a moment: "...Then what role am I?"

She closed her eyes and focused on sensing the identity the world had given her...

Then, her eyes snapped open and her mouth twitched: "Showgirl?"

Siming couldn't hold it back and almost laughed out loud. He tried hard to suppress the curve of his mouth.

A face full of gloating:

"Haha... That's really funny, Natasha. Can I ask you to dance? You see, I'm always generous with my tips."

Natasha glared at him fiercely, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
"Si Ming, you laugh too much."

While the others were still joking, Siming's nerves suddenly tensed. For some reason, an uncomfortable chill spread from the depths of the dark alley.

It was as if some invisible oppression was slowly descending.

Natasha's expression froze instantly, and the smile on her lips disappeared without a trace.

She slowly took a step back, her right hand already reaching for the card box at her waist without a sound.

——Danger is approaching.

"...Si Ming." Natasha lowered her voice and said slowly,
"Hasn't your 'Favor of Fate' taken effect?"

Siming smiled bitterly:
"Yeah, but did I ever tell you there's a 10% chance it's bad luck?"

The next second, a calm and aristocratic voice sounded from the depths of the dark alley.

"Stranger,"

"Welcome to North Town."

Then, a slow sound of footsteps was heard.
The sound of leather boots stepping on the bluestone floor echoed in the air.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out.

He was wearing a noble robe with black and gold patterns, and a pair of exquisite black leather gloves on his right hand.
His left hand elegantly held a gold-trimmed hat.

His long red hair was slightly loose, and he exuded an elegant yet intimidating aura.

His eyes swept across the three people present and finally fell on Siming.

Then, he slowly took off his hat, bowed slightly, and performed a standard aristocratic salute.

"Viscount Red Wing, I've come specially to visit you."

Siming frowned slightly: "...looking for us?"

Viscount Red Wing smiled, his eyes scrutinizing, but his tone remained polite:
"We, the Blood Clan, have always welcomed outsiders."

He paused, his tone revealing a hint of meaning:
"But we also hope that outsiders can abide by the order of this world."

Siming's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly understood -

——This guy is here to cause trouble for them.

Natasha smiled and tilted her head gracefully:
"Oh? Then I wonder what the Viscount is here for? Perhaps he wants to invite us for tea?"

Viscount Red Wing raised his eyes, looked at her, and smiled gently:
"I'd be happy to entertain you if you'd like."

"But," he narrowed his eyes slightly, and changed the subject, his voice calm and dangerous.
"...If you are unwilling, then I will have no choice but to invite you in the 'knight's way'."

After saying that, his hand slowly fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist and gently pulled out a piece of the sharp blade.

A bright red bat slowly flew out from behind him.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, as if a noble hunt was about to begin.

Siming and Natasha exchanged a glance, and both read the same message from each other's eyes -

——This was a forced invitation.

They had no choice but to join in.

Facing the approach of the vampire nobles, Siming sighed softly.

He gently brushed the dust off his cuffs.

Then, he smiled slightly, raised his head calmly, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Then, Your Excellency..."

"Excuse me, how do you plan to play this 'game' next?"

Natasha chuckled softly and slowly pulled out a card from her sleeve, her eyes filled with fighting spirit and excitement.

Viscount Red Wing smiled softly and slowly unsheathed his sword.

Blood bats circled around him, and he slowly uttered two words—

"duel."

(End of this chapter)

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