Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 26 The Prison of Lies

Candlelight flickered in the dark hall of the Blood Castle, and the interweaving of light and shadow reflected the intricate fate at the card table.

The air seemed to freeze, and tension permeated every inch of space.

Duke Bloody Night was still sitting in the main seat, his red eyes slightly narrowed, with a faint smile on his lips.

It's like watching an unexpectedly good show.

His slender fingers tapped the armrests, the rhythm slow and precise, each stroke as if calculating something.

However, the vampires' original absolute advantage is being eroded bit by bit.

Siming sighed softly, and glanced indifferently at the only two remaining blood marquises in front of him - Nanzhen Blood Marquis was already out,

Xizhen Xuehou's expression gradually became gloomy, with anxiety and uneasiness flashing in his eyes.

The Blood Marquis of Dongzhen...had fallen silent, his face as pale as paper, his fingers trembling slightly.

It felt like some invisible fear was grabbing my throat.

Loren sat aside, watching the scene quietly, holding a glass of crimson liquid in his hand.
The wine in the glass rippled as he shook it lightly, like a blood-red pupil about to burst.

He chuckled lightly, his tone leisurely: "Even in the Golden Country, Siming's card sense is top-notch.
But now... he has surpassed the gambler, he is controlling the game, just like controlling fate."

No one responded, and the entire hall was dead silent.

"Have you noticed?" Siming suddenly spoke softly, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

As if just chatting casually, "Every time the cards are dealt, it seems that it is not under your control."

Xizhen Xuehou frowned, stared at Siming coldly, and said in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

Siming smiled slightly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, once, twice.
The rhythm is slow, but it makes people feel tense for no reason.

"I mean, your dealer is obviously serving you,

But...why does it seem like every time the cards are dealt, your own chips are weakened?"

The fingertips of Dongzhen Xuehou trembled slightly, and he could hardly hold the cards in his hand.

The air was filled with an almost oppressive silence, and even the candlelight seemed to be suppressed by this invisible tension.
The firelight shrank slightly, casting deeper shadows.

Duke Bloody Night's eyes moved slightly, and the leisurely smile on his lips faded a little.
His slender fingers gently stroked the armrest, as if savoring the weight of this information.

Siming did not urge him, but leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a faint smile on his lips, as if waiting for something.

Loren watched his performance quietly, his eyes narrowed.

He could see that Sima Ming was weaving a "lie", a lie that was enough to shake the entire game.

——But the key is that this lie is true enough.

Xizhen Xuehou frowned even more tightly and glanced at the dealer.

The bloody Marquis of Dongzhen's breathing almost stopped, and his face turned even paler.
It was as if something was slowly spreading inside her body, making her gradually lose the courage to act.

"Who is your dealer...working for?" Siming said softly.

The moment these words fell, the pupils of Xizhen Xuehou suddenly shrank, and Dongzhen Xuehou suddenly clenched his hand cards.
The veins on the back of his hand were slightly bulging, and his fingertips were pale blue.

Loren picked up the wine glass and took a sip slowly. The red wine slid slightly between his lips and teeth. He smiled softly and lowered his voice.

——Si Ming is not sowing discord, he is stirring up a storm.

Xizhen Xuehou finally couldn't bear it any longer, he pushed the chips in his hand into the pot fiercely.

His bloodshot pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of cruelty appeared in his voice: "You are playing tricks with words, outsider!" The pressure of the blood clan spread instantly,
It was so heavy that it seemed to crush a person, but in front of Sima Ming, that oppressive feeling seemed meaningless.
Even his brows didn't wrinkle at all.

Siming chuckled, raised his eyes lazily, lingered on Xizhen Xuehou for a moment, and then slowly scanned the chips on the table.

Then look at your own.

——Just one more win and I’ll completely defeat him.

"Are you getting impatient so soon? It seems you really aren't suited to this kind of game."

Siming said softly, his tone lazy, but revealing a hint of unquestionable certainty.

Xizhen Xuehou's face turned completely gloomy. He took a deep breath, his knuckles turned slightly white, and finally he gritted his teeth and bet everything.

A life-and-death duel begins.

The Duke of Bloody Night tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes never leaving the card table, as if he was waiting for some interesting ending.

The candlelight cast a faint glow on his dark royal robe, making his handsome face look even more stern.
Like a predator at night, it waits for its prey to fall into the trap.

The cards are turned over——

Siming's hand seemed to have no chance of winning. His trump card was just a mediocre bluff.

But it just happened to be slightly better than the combination card of Xizhen Xuehou, a slight advantage.
He accurately calculated the situation and took advantage of the vampires' psychological weaknesses, leading the Blood Marquis of Xizhen into his trap step by step.

Everything is under his control.

Xizhen Xuehou lost all his chips and his face turned pale in an instant.

He stood up suddenly, his pupils trembling slightly, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"You cheated!" His voice was filled with the anger of a vampire, and his knuckles pressed hard on the table, as if he would overturn the table at any time.

The air in the hall suddenly became tense. One could even faintly hear the vampires' deep roars echoing in the shadows, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

however--

Duke Bloody Night still sat quietly on the throne, the golden wine swaying gently in the cup in his hand.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if everything was just an insignificant entertainment.

silence.

silence.

Silent verdict.

At that moment, Xizhen Xuehou understood.

——He lost, not just his chips, but also the Duke’s trust.

——He lost his status among the vampires.

The Duke did not speak, nor did he show any extra expression, and he did not even look at him again.

But it is this indifference that is more cruel than any judgment.

Xizhen Xuehou gritted his teeth, his fists trembling slightly. Finally, he slowly lowered his head and saluted.

Then, exit silently.

At this moment, the arrogance of the vampires collapsed.

The figure of the Blood Marquis of Dongzhen trembled slightly, her fingertips turned white, and she fell into despair. Her body was stiff,
Like a statue frozen in blood, he had lost half of his strength to stand up.

There was an indescribable fear in the air.

Loren narrowed his eyes, gently shook the cup in his hand, and whispered, "This is no longer a gamble..."

He looked at Siming, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

——What Siming is destroying is not just the bargaining chips, but the faith of the vampires. They thought they were hunters, but now, they have become the prey.

The face of the Blood Marquis of Dongzhen became paler and paler. Her eyes fell on the Blood Night Duke, as if waiting for the final instructions.

But the Duke of Bloody Night only turned his head slightly, the smile on his lips had faded a little, his red pupils were as deep as the night.
He uttered a word in a low voice:

"continue."

Siming gently pushed his chips, his eyes penetrating the shadow of the candlelight and falling on the only remaining opponent.

"Come on." His voice was gentle, as if he was inviting an old friend to dinner, with a faint smile on his lips.

He knew that this gambling game was completely under his control.

Duke Bloody Night finally stopped smiling, slowly raised his eyes, his red pupils flickered slightly, and whispered:

"I see... You are the hunter, not the prey."

Extra: The Fall of the Bloody Night Tyrant
"Mortals will eventually wither, but bloodlines will live forever - the price? Just giving up the meaningless sunlight."

The Protector of Humanity, the Grand Duke the Impaler

Before becoming the Tyrant of Bloody Night, he was the last bulwark of the human world, an unshakable warrior on the high wall, and the terrifying "Piercer" on the battlefield - Grand Duke Dellat.

He had used sharp spears to pierce the bodies of countless vampires, hanging their corpses on the towering city walls, letting the sunlight burn their flesh and blood.

He is the protector of humanity and the iron-blooded barrier of the kingdom.

——Until the end of that war.

That night, the North fell and the kingdom burned.

Dellat personally killed thirteen vampire counts and faced the Twin Princesses, the supreme mother goddess of the vampires, alone on the bloody battlefield.

But he still lost.

His king's head was crushed by the twin princesses in a mocking manner, his knights were turned into blood slaves, and his people became sacrifices for the blood feast.

And his wife was thrown at his feet by the vampires, struggling to death.

——She held their daughter, Celia, in her arms. The girl's body was torn apart, and her warm blood stained her mother's arms.

Her fingertips trembled as she tried in vain to cover her daughter's wound, but her life had already passed away.

Her eyes filled with pain and she pleaded hoarsely.

"Delrat...save her...our Celian..."

Dellat was covered in blood and knelt on the ground. His once proud spear was now broken at his feet.

He held his wife's hand, trembling, and the cold smile of the twin princesses echoed in his ears.

"Saving her may not be impossible."

Delrat was taken to the vampire's throne room.

He still remembered the blood-red moonlight that night, illuminating the twin figures in the palace.

Blood Feast Twin Princesses.

They looked at him with a smile, their eyes full of amusement and pity.

"Great Duke the Impaler, why are you crying?"

"Your people are dead, your king is a corpse, and your family bloodline... is cut off."

"Your only blood, that poor girl, maybe we can... keep her for you."

They opened their arms, a drop of scarlet real blood floating on their fingertips.

"This is the blood of the True Ancestor. Drink it, and you will be free from the curse of death, become the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, and rule over the Eternal Night Blood Alliance."

"As for your daughter, we can keep her soul. She will not disappear, but...will return to you in another form."

Dellat looked at the drop of blood and trembled all over.

He had never been so afraid before—afraid that his faith was collapsing and that his will was wavering.

But, his daughter... his Celia... she shouldn't have died, she shouldn't have been taken away by this war.

——"Save her."

——"Whatever the cost."

His fingertips trembled as they stretched out towards the drop of real blood, and the scarlet liquid rolled down the tip of his tongue. In an instant, his soul was burning and his blood was reshaping.

The former protector of humanity, Grand Duke Delrat the Impaler, is dead.

From now on, there is only——

Bloody Night Tyrant.

However, the soul is unstable, and the twin princesses did not immediately resurrect Celian.

They sealed the broken soul, freezing it with blood magic, waiting for a suitable container.

Vampires cannot give birth to newborns.

However, Celian's soul cannot reside in an ordinary vampire.

So, the Duke of Dellat, no, the Tyrant of Bloody Night——in the first year of his fall, he chose a vampire countess and made her his concubine.

Her identity and her wishes are unimportant.

She is just a container for the only bloodline of the Duke of Bloody Night.

The twin princesses' blood magic implanted Celian's soul into her womb, allowing the blood moon to give birth to new life.

In the third year of the Bloody Night Tyrant's rule over the Eternal Night Blood Alliance, his daughter was reborn.

She was no longer Celian.

She is the princess of the blood clan, the Princess of Blood Moon.

She was given the purest royal bloodline of the vampire clan and became a true "Daughter of the Night".

When she woke up, she looked at the pale face of the Bloody Night Tyrant and smiled unfamiliarly.

She no longer remembered her past, nor her parents. She only remembered—

She is a vampire, and her mission is to continue the eternal night.

Celian stood on the roof, gazing at the Blood Castle in the distance with a deep gaze.

She remembered the night before, the altar of blood, and the first time she stood before the throne of the Bloody Night Tyrant and accepted the royal blessing.

Who is she?
Princess of the Blood Moon, or Celian?
She laughed softly.

Can fate really be escaped?

She looked up at the high-hanging blood moon and murmured softly:

"Father, have you ever regretted your decision?"

(End of this chapter)