Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 22: The Chips of Fate, the Opportunity of Sniping

On the long obsidian table, the scarlet candlelight reflected on the smooth surface of the cards, and each card seemed to be stained with the blood of the night.

There was a subtle heaviness in the air, and everyone's breathing became slow and cautious with the sound of chips falling.

The Bloody Night Tyrant tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers, a playful smile on his lips.

His posture was lazy and dangerous, like a predator that had already captured its prey and was quietly waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

The dealer stood on his left. She was a vampire woman in a black long dress, with graceful and smooth movements.

The cards on his fingertips drew flawless arcs in the air, like some kind of carefully calculated ritual.

Her eyes remained downcast, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her expression was impeccably calm.

Siming's gaze narrowed slightly.

It was too smooth, and something was wrong.

His eyes fell on her fingertips, observing the almost imperceptible pause when turning the card, the slight adjustment of the angle of the wrist,
And the extra touch of grace in dealing the Tyrant card.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. He lowered his head to glance at the cards he had just received, and his mind was quickly deducing the possibilities.

Cheating, without a doubt.

The game hasn't officially started yet, but the vampires are already manipulating the situation.

Their methods are extremely secretive and almost impossible to be detected by ordinary people, but in Siming's eyes,
Such little tricks are simply casino street tricks.

His gaze swept calmly towards Loren, who was looking down at the cards in his hand, his knuckles tapping lightly on the table.

That was their secret code—Loren had sensed it, but there was nothing they could do.

Sima Ming smiled slightly.

Powerless? Not necessarily.

He turned the chip in his hand, letting it roll casually between his fingers, and glanced at the dealer casually, his eyes meaningful.

The intuition he had honed at the gambling table made him clearly aware that although this woman's skills were good, they were still a little short of perfection.

He smiled slowly.

A cheating dealer who can slap cards? Then let me play with you.

The first and second rounds of the game ended quickly, and the atmosphere froze in silence, with only the sound of chips and cards falling echoing in the air.

Siming's gaze swept across the table and fell on Natasha opposite him.

Her fingers tapped on the table, a lazy smile on her lips, and she looked like she was just killing time casually.

But Siming soon realized that her chips were being "lost" to him at a very fast speed.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her for a moment.

Natasha's smile widened, and there was a hint of teasing and mischief in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm really not good at this." She shrugged, her tone light.
As if this gambling game is just some insignificant game,
"Just like last time, Siming, if I wasn't so bad at it, why would I ask you to play that game for me?"

Her tone was nonchalant, as if she was joking, but Siming understood what she meant instantly.

She was deliberately losing to herself.

She was preparing to activate her secret ability, but it would take time.

Okay, in that case, let's help her speed up the process.

He shifted his gaze from Natasha to scan the distribution of chips on the table.

At the same time, they quickly calculated the possible hand combinations after the cards were exchanged.

Avel's chips have hardly fluctuated much, and he is playing cautious defense.

This guy may not be a master at playing cards, but he is very good at avoiding risks and keeping his blood chips. This is exactly his style.

As for Loren, his fingers tapped slowly on the table, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was obviously calculating something.

He had realized that the vampires were manipulating the game, but he hadn't found a suitable breakthrough.

Sima Ming let out a light breath, his eyes became sharp, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

well.

Since Natasha was going to be eliminated early, let her lose more cleanly. His fingertips stroked the cards in his hand. A pair plus two cards of the same color, not a top-notch hand, but enough to create a precise sniper kill.

His hand moved slightly, and he gently pushed a chip into the pool, his smile casual and calm.

"Then, go ahead."

On the long obsidian table, scarlet candlelight flowed on the surface of the cards, reflecting a slightly dangerous luster.

The air was suffocatingly quiet, with only the crisp sound of chips falling into the pool, creating a subtle crack in the dead silence.

Siming slowly pushed away half of the chips, tapping the table carelessly with his fingertips, a faint curve at the corner of his lips, his tone casual but unquestionable.

"Raise."

As soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

The Bloody Night Tyrant opposite raised his eyes slightly, his red pupils glowing with an unfathomable light under the candlelight.

He stared at Siming, his fingertips gently stroking the wine glass in front of him, as if he was weighing something, but also seemed to be just casually enjoying the fun of this game.

After a moment, he smiled slightly and ran his fingers over the chips, but did not call.

"Discard."

His tone was calm and composed, like a merciful hunter who easily let go of a young animal that provoked him.

The air in the banquet hall instantly became subtle and stagnant.

The vampire nobles looked at each other. They did not dare to go against the tyrant's decision. Almost in an instant, everyone chose to fold.

The flow of chips stopped, and all the chips on the entire gambling table were gently pushed back in front of him by Sima Ming.

He watched all this calmly, tapping his fingertips on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly.

——He is testing me.

He did not make a direct move, nor did he deliberately manipulate the game, but gave up this round in the simplest way, allowing him to accumulate chips.

This is not a sign of weakness, but an attempt to see how Sima Ming will use this power.

Siming exhaled slowly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he casually brushed the chips on the table.

Take back everything that belongs to Natasha.

When the chips return to zero, it means you are out.

Natasha exhaled lightly, half leaning back in her chair, her smile lazy and nonchalant.

"Oh, I only lasted this long." She lowered her head slightly, her fingers fell on the dial of the pocket watch, and slowly turned the second hand.

There was a hint of meaningful amusement in his tone, "Si Ming, your sniping timing is really accurate."

Time paused for a moment as her fingertips moved.

It was imperceptible, but enough for Sima Ming to notice.

His eyes darkened slightly, the tapping of his fingertips on the table slowed down, and he sneered inwardly.

——This game of cards, the real gambling, has just begun.

The candle flame flickered slightly, and there was a subtle and strange fluctuation in the air.

Natasha's elimination weakened their advantage in numbers.
But at the same time, Sima Ming's chips are more concentrated than before, and the card exchange strategy must be readjusted.

But he knew very well that the real variables were not in the rules of the game, but in the situation outside the game.

He didn't look at Natasha, but across the table.

The Bloody Night Tyrant still sat there leisurely, his slender fingers slowly sliding across the rim of the cup, his movements nonchalant.
But there was an unspoken danger. He did not make any extra moves, nor did he even try to control the situation.
However, that invisible sense of oppression is more disturbing than any hostility.

What is he waiting for?
Siming's fingertips tapped the table again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes calm and sharp.

——This is not just a gamble, but a multi-level game, a meeting point of chess games.

He glanced down at his cards, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"So, who's turn is next?"

The candlelight flickered slightly, the blood-red chips on the card table slid slowly, and a deeper hunt quietly unfolded in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)