Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 193 The Door of Gambling
"Three doors, leading to three possibilities for the future."

"Some trust reason, some bet on intuition, and some... just wait for fate to roll the dice."

"But are you ready to pay the price for your choice?"

The system prompt echoed again in the gray space, its tone cold and clear, like the bell of judgment:
"Team formation is complete. The first round of challenges is about to begin. The draw has been made—the team with the largest number of members will be given priority for the trials."

"Captain: Wang Yichen."

“Challenge Type: Epistemic Game.”

"Difficulty rating: D."

"Trial Name: The Gate of Gambling Life."

“The rules are as follows:”

[Gate of Gambling: Trial Rules]

1. This room has three doors, of which only one is the door of life, and the other two are doors of death;
2. Ask all team members to choose a door;

3. After the initial selection, a "Death Door" will be randomly revealed;
4. Players can then "change" or "keep" their selection;

5. Those who choose the Death Gate will die on the spot, while those who choose the Life Gate will survive;
"Each member can make their own choices, and the system independently determines life and death."

——Countdown begins: 00:05:00.

As the system announcement ended, the lights suddenly dimmed.

Three metal doors with a cold blue glow slowly rose from the ground, as if they had emerged from the abyss of hell.

The door is heavy and thick, with patterns all over the surface and numbers engraved on them: ①, ②, ③.

The air seemed to freeze.

Before everyone could fully recover from the rules, Wang Yichen had already walked to the three doors, as if he was standing in the center of his own stage.

He stood tall and straight, with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed, and the smile on his face even had a sense of confidence that came from some entertainment show.

"Ouch—old friend, 'Three Doors Problem'. This is a little more gentle than that escape room I livestreamed."

He turned around and faced the crowd, as if facing countless viewers in front of the camera.
His tone was high and clear, his voice penetrating: "Welcome everyone to watch the 'Guess Which Door Saves Your Life' live challenge specially sponsored by 'Destiny'!"

"Don't be nervous. I know you're panicking right now, but calm down and listen to me. We're not really gambling our lives—we're playing a game!"

He took a step forward and waved his hand gently, like raising a curtain on a stage.
"We have three doors, two deaths and one life. Sounds like a 33 percent survival rate, right?
But the rules say that after we make our choice, a 'Death Door' will be revealed. This is the key—a window for information intervention."

The crowd began to murmur.

Wang Yichen spoke slowly, his eyes showing some deliberately manipulated emotions:
"Have you ever heard of the 'three-door problem'? Probability theory has long provided the answer: If you're willing to switch doors, your chances of survival increase from 33% to 66.7%."

"In this 'brainless game hosted by a madman,'" he spread his hands with a rational look on his face, "at least—let's be smart for once."

As soon as he finished speaking, some people applauded and more people nodded.

But not everyone buys it.

"That's enough." The burly fitness coach Hernan was already impatient. He walked towards the door with gritted teeth, his shoulders as stiff as steel.

"After all this nonsense, isn't it just about letting us choose the door?"

"My life is in my own hands." After that, he walked straight to Door ① and pressed the select button without hesitation.

Everyone held their breath.

The next second—a scarlet light appeared from Gate ①.

[Error. Death Gate confirmed. Execute punishment——]

"Click."

It was an extremely harsh sound, not like metal or bone breaking, but more like some kind of biological "cutting".

The sound penetrated the space and pierced everyone's eardrums, as if the chains of fate were suddenly tightened at this moment.

Before anyone could even react, they saw Hernan's head, still filled with lingering anger, rolling to the ground.

His body remained in a forward-rushing posture, and after being stiff for a few seconds, it fell to the ground like a tree struck by lightning.

The blood slowly spread out like cracks in the ground.

The room fell into deeper silence.

No one questioned the game's authenticity anymore. Death, like a cold slap in the face, struck everyone hard.

Wang Yichen's eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across his eyes.

He had just been rambling on about probability, but death always made all "theories" pale in comparison. Siming, on the other hand, remained standing in the distant circle of light, motionless, his expression calm, as if all the noise and blood had never reached his world.

He just uttered a sentence in a low voice:
"Welcome to... a true gamble of life."

Blood splattered in front of the door, thick and warm, winding along the cracks in the metal floor, flowing into the soles of Irene's shoes, and splashing onto her bare ankles.

She let out a tearing scream and fell to the ground, hugging her knees tightly with both hands. Her pupils contracted violently and her face was almost distorted with fear.

The room seemed to be suddenly drained of oxygen, leaving only a repressed feeling of suffocation slowly spreading.

——At this moment, no one doubted it anymore.

Fujimiya Sumi grabbed the corner of Vera's clothes tightly, his face as pale as paper, like a child who heard the sound of a coffin opening in the middle of the night.

The air was torn apart and then glued together by blood.

Wang Yichen stood in the middle of the field, his whole body frozen as if the pause button had been pressed.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and his neck turned stiffly, but he dared not look directly at the fallen body.

He heard the sound—not the system's, but his own heartbeat, like a drum or thunder, pounding in his eardrums again and again, almost shattering his mind.

The carefully polished vocabulary, logical formulas, and probability strategies in his mind were like paper corroded by blood plasma, turning into a mushy paste with the slightest touch.

He didn't dare look at the blood on the ground, nor did he dare look at the headless corpse.

He has discussed "extreme survival" with laughter and joy countless times during live broadcasts, and talked about "how to face death" with great emotion, but he has never really "seen" death - until now.

It’s not the character’s exit, it’s not being “eliminated”.

That was a person, a real, living person, who was wiped out by the entire world in less than ten seconds.

He was shaking. He knew he was shaking. He tried to stop, but he couldn't.

He took a small step back, but immediately forced himself to stand firm.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the panic that had risen to his eyes. He couldn't panic, couldn't show his weakness.

He is Wang Yichen, the captain, and "the most trustworthy person." He must hold on - even if at this moment he just wants to escape.

He glanced at the countdown—

00:03:18
He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, but he still maintained a rational tone: "Now...it's our turn to choose."

After a brief silence, he forced a smile and said, "I suggest... a replacement."

This wasn't him teaching others how to gamble. At this moment, he was no longer just a streamer, a commander, or a leader.

He is just an ordinary person, standing at the door of fate, risking his life.

【Select Done. Execute the reveal.】

【Gate No. 3 is the gate of life.】

[Successful Participants: Wang Yichen, Liu Jingyu, Zhuang Yege, Lin Wan'er, Duan Xingzhou, Ai Lin, Xu Jinxiao]

Eliminated: Hernan (death)

The system prompt fell coldly, like a blunt knife, piercing everyone's nerves.

Wang Yichen's eyelids twitched and his breathing quickened for a moment, but he forced himself not to show it.

He knew he had won, but the taste of victory wasn't sweet, but rather salty and bloody.

He looked at the corpse silently and said nothing more.

The light gradually dimmed and the room returned to silence. Only the bloodstains on the ground had not dried yet, reflecting a drop of cold sweat rolling down Wang Yichen's forehead.

He suddenly realized—

This is not a stage.

This is the slaughterhouse of fate.

And he was just one of the first group of people to walk in - actors.

"Not all deaths deserve sympathy."

"When the wise become the darlings of the rules, the foolish are destined to be sacrificed."

"And you, are you really smart?"

(End of this chapter)