Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies
Chapter 32 The Gambler's Breakthrough
Chapter 32 The Gambler's Breakthrough
"Madness is only a means, victory is the goal.
A true gambler doesn’t care about the cards, but rather about understanding his opponent’s desires.
The game continued, and the Duke's pressure did not weaken, but became heavier with each round of betting.
He enjoyed this game like a cat playing with a mouse, tightening the chain step by step, as if waiting for the prey to catch its breath until it could finally catch its breath, so that he could devour it in one bite.
Where is Sima Ming?
He has completely immersed himself in the role of a "madman".
He tilted his head slightly, a careless smile on his lips, and a crazy light appeared in his eyes.
It seems as if he doesn't care about winning or losing, or even life or death.
His fingertips tapped the tabletop, the rhythm was messy but with a strange rhythm, as if he was deliberately disturbing the atmosphere.
"Hahaha... Your Majesty the Duke." He licked his lips and said in a low voice,
With an almost morbid excitement, he said, "Your pressure makes my heart beat faster."
The candlelight flickered between the gambling tables, illuminating the Duke's blood-red eyes, which were as calm as a lake.
He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and looked at Siming without comment.
"But don't you think..." Siming's eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on his lips became more and more presumptuous.
"Isn't the stakes big enough? You don't just want to crush me with this 'little' murderous intent, do you?"
Loren's brows furrowed slightly, his fists clenched, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
He knew Siming's wisdom too well, but this time, he couldn't see what this guy was trying to do.
Natasha bit her lip hard, crossed her hands and pressed them against her lips, as if ready to break the situation at any time.
Herman remained silent, Avel's eyes narrowed slightly, and Roca... he was already trembling slightly.
The atmosphere at the entire gambling table was completely unbalanced.
The Duke finally tilted his head slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"You are a qualified gambler." He commented lightly.
The voice was still slow and elegant, as if savoring the watchability of the scene.
"Unfortunately, a madman is just a madman after all." He slowly raised a finger, signaling the start of the next round.
Siming's smile was still on his face, and he pushed the chips in his hand into the gambling pool slowly.
His expression was still that of a madman who didn't care about anything.
But in those eyes that never relaxed, his mind was clearer than ever.
He was looking for a flaw.
The Duke was too perfect, too perfect to be reasonable - and that was the biggest problem.
No loopholes? No loopholes in the gambling game? This is totally illogical!
Siming's fingertips stroked the tabletop, his mind quickly recalling the anomalies of the entire gambling game.
Every detail, every look, every way of adding an annotation was quickly analyzed in his mind.
First point: The Duke is not very interested in card skills.
If he was really focused on the game, he would pay attention to every card that was turned over and accurately calculate the probability of each round.
But he didn't.
His betting method is never based on the "optimal solution", but rather... casually.
——This means that for the Duke, winning or losing is not the most important thing.
Second point: The failure of the vampires did not arouse the Duke’s anger.
He never really cared about how the Blood Marquis lost his chips, nor did he ever show any anger towards any failed Blood Marquis.
So, does this mean...the Duke anticipated their failure from the very beginning?
Even the failure of the Blood Marquis is not important at all?
The third point: His pressure became stronger and stronger, but he did not kill people directly.
If the Duke just wanted to kill them, there would be no need for this gamble.
He only needs one sentence to turn the entire gambling table into a killing field.
So, what is he waiting for?
Fourth point: When he mentioned "fate", his tone changed subtly for a moment.
The Duke is not a superstitious person. He will not worship fate, nor will he pin his hopes on some uncontrollable force.
But he still mentioned fate, and even at a certain moment, his tone changed slightly.
Siming's pupils shrank slightly.
——The Duke doesn't believe in fate, but he is verifying something.
So, what did he want to verify?
Whose "destiny" has he been waiting for?
The air became increasingly gloomy, and the candlelight on the gambling table flickered slightly, as if even the light was swallowed up by the gambling.
Siming slowly raised his eyes and looked deeply at the Duke.
At this moment, he finally vaguely touched the edge of a certain truth.
The Duke's goal has never been to win the bet.
His goal is to
Let Sima Ming lose to the limit, and then... awaken?
Above the card table, the air seemed frozen. Candlelight flickered softly beneath the blood-red sky, illuminating the final round of the game. Siming's hand slowly stroked the tabletop. His heart skipped a beat, and his thoughts instantly connected into a clear line.
"What he wants is destiny."
The Duke's real goal has never been Siming's life.
It was not the blood of these outsiders, but something beyond his control - the power of fate.
Siming's pupils shrank slightly, and all the clues in his mind intertwined.
The Duke was not interested in their blood, but was obsessed with his existence.
He wasn't playing a game; he was testing some kind of limit.
He mentioned fate, but always stood on the edge of belief and disbelief.
He said: "One of the targets is you, the one favored by fate."
Since it's "one of", it means there's another goal...
who's that person?
In an instant, the answer emerged in Siming's mind.
"Princess of the Blood Moon..."
Siming held his breath and tapped the table with his fingertips, once, twice, three times, the rhythm was slow and steady, like the echo of a heartbeat.
He finally understood—
The Duke is not trying to control his own destiny, but rather... to find a solution to his destiny.
He is testing, he is forcing, he is looking for some way to rewrite his fate, and Sima Ming may be his only bet.
Siming took a deep breath, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he suddenly raised his head and laughed, and his laughter echoed in the silent gambling table.
"Ha ha ha ha ha……"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!"
His laughter was completely insane, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the chips on the table shook slightly.
Loren's eyes trembled suddenly, and he suddenly had an illusion -
Sima Ming is really crazy!
Natasha couldn't help but take a step back, her nails almost digging into her palms, and an unprecedented complex expression appeared on her face.
Herman's hand remained calm on the weapon at his waist, while Avel's eyes flickered, as if he was measuring every next step.
The atmosphere at the entire gambling table was completely unbalanced.
The Duke frowned slightly, and a rare hint of deep thought appeared in his bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate Siming's seemingly crazy appearance and see his true soul.
But Sima Ming just slowly raised a finger and shook it gently.
"No, Your Majesty, I am not crazy."
His voice was smiling, but his eyes were sharp as a knife.
"You are the one who is really crazy."
The Duke's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was low: "What did you say?"
Sima Ming leaned forward slightly, staring into his eyes, the curve of his mouth becoming deeper.
"Do you know what you're doing? You're trying to verify fate... but you're afraid of fate."
“You want to control your destiny, but you don’t dare to truly believe in it.”
"You think you're a hunter, but in reality, you're just a pawn."
The Duke's breath paused for a moment.
Siming blinked and slowly uttered the last words -
"and I?"
He paused slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth reflected a hint of evil charm in the candlelight.
"I am a gambler, I am Sima Ming, I only believe in one thing——"
He raised his hand and slammed it hard on the table.
“—I will win.”
The Duke's bloodshot pupils suddenly shrank, and murderous aura surged around him, as if a storm was about to sweep through the gambling game.
But Sima Ming showed no fear at all. He just raised his chin slightly, stared at the Duke with sharp eyes, licked the corner of his mouth, and said in a low and provocative voice:
"So, now it's your turn to decide whether to call, Your Majesty."
(End of this chapter)
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