Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 21: Blood Gamble, Fate Flips

Chapter 21: Blood Gamble, Fate Flips

The candlelight casts mottled and distorted light and shadows under the red curtain of the banquet hall.

The air was filled with a sweet and dangerous smell. The fragrance of blood mixed with precious spices eroded people's nerves in silent oppression.

The Bloody Night Tyrant sat on the throne, his scarlet pupils like burning blood stars in the night sky.
He looked down at Siming and the others quietly, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

His fingers tapped slowly on the obsidian armrest, and each slight tapping sounded like a death knell.
The entire banquet hall was filled with a suffocating silence.

"Are you ready to listen to the vampires' verdict on your fate?"

His voice was low, like a dirge chanting fate, echoing in the dark hall.

Loren raised his head, a trace of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

He knew exactly what kind of existence he was facing, the Bloody Night Tyrant - the true king of the Eternal Night Blood Alliance.

He controls this fortress and the fate of all vampires.

And now, his eyes fell on them, like an elegant predator casually examining its prey.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm.
He whispered, "Your Majesty, we are just representing our boss and hope to communicate with you."

The tyrant tilted his head slightly, and a flash of scarlet appeared in his eyes, filled with cruel amusement.

He did not answer immediately, but casually brushed his slender fingers across the armrest, as if thinking about how to deal with the group of strangers in front of him.

"Communication?" He chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"The life and death of outsiders means nothing to me.

Your destiny has already been woven. I am only interested in two things."

He slowly raised a finger, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"First, my daughter, where is she?"

His tone was calm and leisurely, as if he was asking about a trivial matter.

But deep in those scarlet eyes, there was a dangerous undercurrent that was difficult to conceal.

But the tyrant did not pause. He raised his second finger, his eyes fell on Siming, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly deepened.

"Second, you, the one favored by fate."

The air suddenly stagnated at this moment.

Siming's fingertips tightened slightly. He didn't respond immediately, but a name had already emerged in his mind.

The Blood Moon Princess... Was she aware of his existence? Was she secretly spying on him? Or perhaps, was she the key figure in all this?

Loren's face suddenly darkened. His intuition told him that this negotiation had lost the most basic equality.
Their trump card... has been seen through by the tyrant somewhere they cannot perceive.

Siming gently stroked the playing cards in his sleeve, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his mind was working rapidly.

His ability had never been revealed. And now, the Bloody Night Tyrant had precisely pointed to this point...

This means that someone has leaked information to the vampires.

Someone had already set up this game for them in advance.

Loren forced himself to calm down and asked in a low voice: "How can we leave?"

The Bloody Night Tyrant sneered softly, his tone still nonchalant, as if he was looking at a group of innocent children.

"Leave? Of course you can, outsider. You can choose to leave at any time."

His smile grew sharper in the candlelight, and his deep voice echoed slowly.

"It's just... before you leave, you must leave something behind."

He stood up slowly, his scarlet cloak fluttering slightly.
The red pupils were like a deep lake of blood, reflecting the subtle changes in everyone's expressions.

"Is it freedom? Is it life? Or... blood?"

His eyes swept over Loren, Loka, and Avel.
Finally, he stopped on Sima Ming, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a hint of bloodthirsty smile.

"I have a suggestion. How about we play a game of cards?"

His voice was like a low hum of death, slowly echoing throughout the banquet hall.

"Your blood and a piece of information I'm interested in are the stakes."

"If you win, you can leave with your freedom, life, and blood."

"Otherwise... leave everything I'm interested in."

Loren's fingertips tightened slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Siming.

They have been forced into a corner, the blood clan's gambling game,

No one is left with a way out. No matter what, they must take on this game.

Siming, however, showed a lazy and meaningful smile. He slowly pushed away the silver wine glass in front of him.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled, "Playing cards? I love it the most."

His gaze lingered on the tyrant for a moment, with a hint of vague speculation.

This gamble is not a simple game, but a set chess game.

What they can win and what they can lose is the real mystery of this gamble.

The Bloody Night Tyrant smiled lightly, his eyes revealing a hint of hunting pleasure, and he slowly said:

"Omaha." Siming tapped his fingers lightly on the table and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Omaha?" he repeated softly, a glint of interest in his eyes.

This is not a simple gamble, but a high-end and complex one——

It requires strategy, patience, and more importantly, precise control of the opponent's psychology.

The tyrant waved his hand gently, his voice low and steady.

"However, our vampire style is slightly different."

“First, we will play four against four, and each side will choose a monarch.

Be careful, when the monarch loses all his chips, that will be the day of your defeat."

"Second, the first player can exchange two cards with the next player and receive two cards from the previous player."

"Got it? Everything else is the same as in Omaha."

He slowly leaned back on the throne, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if waiting for a carefully planned hunt to officially begin.

Then he smiled slightly and slowly finished his words.

"Oh, by the way, the bargaining chip is your blood... and Hermann's memory."

The air seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Siming's pupils shrank slightly.

Hermann's memory?

He subconsciously looked at Loren, whose face had become completely gloomy.

What is hidden in Herman's memory? What makes the vampires willing to gamble on it?
What is it that makes the Bloody Night Tyrant so interested?

This gamble is not just about blood.

Siming exhaled lightly, the smile on his face did not fade at all.

He slowly raised his hand, turned over the playing cards in his sleeve, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"It seems that we must play a good game with His Majesty."

Loren whispered, "Then you will be our monarch."

Then he looked at everyone, his eyes sweeping over Natasha, Avel, Roca, and the local guide - Celian.

He hesitated for a moment, then curled his lips, signaling Roca to be on guard. He then pointed at himself, Natasha, and Avel and said:

"We three are playing together, Your Excellency the Duke. I hope you will show some mercy."

The Bloody Night Tyrant smiled happily, "Very good, let the game begin."

He slowly raised his hand, and the obsidian door slowly opened in the bloody breeze.

"Come out, my servant."

In an instant, a chill filled the air, and three figures slowly walked into the banquet hall.

The Blood Marquis of Nanzhen, the Blood Marquis of Xizhen, and the Blood Marquis of Dongzhen—three earl-level vampires.
They walked out slowly and saluted gracefully, each of them carrying a completely different aura.

Nanzhen Xuehou is an elegant vampire man who wears an exquisite crimson suit and always has a gentle smile on his lips, like an aristocratic poet.

The Blood Marquis of Xizhen is a tall and burly vampire knight, wearing heavy black iron armor, with a smile on his face full of indifference and bloodthirstiness.

The Blood Marquis of Dongzhen was a strange woman wearing a black velvet dress.

She slowly walked to the tyrant's side, gracefully picked up a wine glass, with a mocking glint in her eyes.

Viscount Red Wing stood at the door, like a butler, blocking the outsiders' escape route.

The game officially begins.

Siming sat down slowly, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and smiled slightly.

"Come on, Your Majesty, let's see which side fate is on."

The basic rules of Eternal Night Blood Alliance Classic Poker:

1. At the beginning of the game, each player is dealt 4 cards.

After the cards are dealt, players decide whether to call, raise, or fold based on their hand.

2. Community flop: 3 community cards are dealt.

Turn: The fourth community card is dealt.

River: The fifth community card is dealt.

3. Card Selection Rules Each player must strictly use 2 hand cards + 3 community cards to form his final five-card combination.

Unlike ordinary poker, you cannot freely match your hand and community cards, but must use a fixed 2 hand cards.

4. There are four rounds of betting: pre-flop, post-flop, post-turn, and post-river.

Betting is done according to the table rules (no cap, pot limit, etc.).

5. After the showdown phase, the player with the biggest hand wins.
Following the classic ranking of hand sizes, Royal Flush > Four of a Kind > Full House > Flush > Straight.

(End of this chapter)

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