Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 33 Reflection of Destiny
“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Just because you can’t hear it doesn’t mean it hasn’t whispered. By the time you realize it, it has already quietly changed everything.”

Siming tapped his fingertips lightly on the gambling table, still looking like a crazy gambler.

His eyes were excited and he had a smile on his face, but deep down, he was terrifyingly calm.

He is calculating.

How many Rationality Stars have I consumed?

——One, used in "True Lies",
He completely immersed himself in the role of a crazy gambler, successfully deceiving himself and everyone else.

——One, favored by fate, defensive counterattack, reducing chip losses, this one is worth the money.

——Two, used on "Lost Scholar". This ability has been in operation. His true trump card is still learning from someone...

All four stars of rationality are lit up, this is his current state.

But the problem is that he is the only one who knows what these four stars did, and no one else knows.

The Duke knew that Sima Ming possessed some kind of "power of destiny", but he didn't know what it was.

The viscounts of the blood clan only saw Siming's madness, but did not know that this was just a wonderful performance.

And his teammates...even Loren and Natasha didn't fully understand what ability he had activated.

——Information asymmetry, this is his greatest weapon.

The Duke is used to being in control of the situation. He is the master of this blood castle.

He was a tyrant who stood firm on countless battlefields, and he ruled everything with iron, blood, and killing.

And now, Sima Ming wants him to feel that the situation is getting out of his control.

What's the best way to create fear?
It is unknown.

It is knowing that a certain force is at work, but not being able to understand how it works.

It is seeing things happen that you cannot explain, but you have no way of guessing their cause.

The Duke tried to threaten him with murder and blood? Well, he would give the Duke a deeper fear in return—

"Destiny has arrived, but you can't see it."

When a ruler who controls everything discovers that there is an invisible hand manipulating the gambling game,

And if you can't notice it... then fear will begin to grow.

"...Then let's get started."

The air in the Blood Castle seemed to freeze.

On the gambling table, Siming leaned slightly to the side and slowly took off his black silk gloves, revealing the destiny star pattern on his wrist.

The four fate stars twinkled with an eerie light, like the deepest stars in the night sky. The candlelight flickered on the gambling table, illuminating the Duke's sharp gaze.

All the vampires present held their breath and stared at the light of the four stars.

Siming, with a casual smile on his face, spoke slowly:
"Do you want to know what destiny is?"

His voice was low, carrying a certain almost fatal allure, like the whisper of the underworld.

The Duke's eyes were deep, and he did not respond, but he tapped his fingers lightly on the gaming table.

The rhythm is slow and steady, like the bell of death counting down life.

Siming leaned forward slightly, his body posture was lazy, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

"What a pity." He said slowly, his eyes sweeping over the Duke and all the vampires present.
"It's actually always there, but... the more you try to see it, the less you perceive its presence."

He tapped the gambling table lightly, and the four life stars flickered.

There was no wind at the gambling table, but everyone could feel an inexplicable chill.

The moment these words fell, the Duke's pupils shrank slightly.

No one noticed this subtle change, only Sima Ming smiled softly in his heart -

bingo.

The Duke did not reply immediately. He was not a fool, and would not be easily provoked by a few words.

But he knew very well that the Viscount of the Blood Clan, the three Blood Marquises, and even his men were all watching this gambling game.

They were waiting for him to make a decision.

Can he really be sure that Siming is bluffing?
If Sima Ming really activated some kind of power of destiny,

But he couldn't detect it... So, has this gambling game already fallen into Sima Ming's control?

His fingertips tapped slowly on the gambling table, each tap seeming to be measuring something, and an invisible sense of oppression permeated the hall.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice cold, but with a hint of tentative meaning: "What do you want?"

Siming slowly leaned back in his chair, smiling lazily: "Me? Of course I want to win."

There was no flaw in his words, as if it was a matter of course.

The Duke narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you really think you can control your destiny?"

Siming tilted his head and chuckled softly:
"If you think so, then it is."

He tapped the table with his fingertips and added slowly:
"After all, what the reflection of fate likes most is to stand behind those who cannot accept their fate... and gaze at them quietly."

In an instant, the air seemed to be frozen for a moment.

Almost all the vampires present felt an inexplicable uneasiness at the same time.

It was as if... there was something invisible standing behind them, watching them quietly.

A gaze that is imperceptible but chilling.

Above the gambling table, the flickering candlelight illuminates the silent crowd.

There was a strange chill in the air, as if some invisible existence had quietly descended, spying on this game of fate.

The Duke's fingertips tapping on the table stopped for a moment.
Although it was so fast that it was almost imperceptible, Sima Ming still captured it keenly.

At that moment, he knew that the Duke's rhythm had been disrupted.

Siming smiled slightly, his fingertips casually swiping across the tabletop. "I raise."

The Duke raised his eyes, his gaze deep, and after a moment of silence, he slowly pushed in an equal amount of chips and smiled coldly: "Follow."

His voice was still calm, but Sima Ming knew that the Duke was thinking, weighing, and trying to find a breakthrough.

The more he searched, the more he realized a problem—

He couldn't find the answer.

The Duke's reason told him that Sima Ming might be just bluffing, or perhaps he was just skilled in psychological tactics.

But... that strange feeling of uneasiness kept lingering in his heart and could not be shaken off.

Outside the gambling table, Natasha's eyes trembled slightly, and she lowered her voice: "...Did you feel it?"

Loren was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "I feel it."

Aiweier's expression was complicated. He stared at Siming's back and slowly said, "...He has already taken control of this gambling game."

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The reflection of fate finally arrives.

At the gambling table, Siming still looked at ease, tapping the chips with his fingers as if this was just an ordinary game.

The Duke's eyes were as deep as the abyss. He knew that this game... had become dangerous.

But is the source of danger Sima Ming or fate itself?
At this moment, Siming murmured softly, his voice so soft that it seemed as if he was just talking to himself, and only he could hear it:

"O One of a Thousand Faces...Have I cheated fate this time?"

The gambling game has entered a new stage.

(End of this chapter)