Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 36: Memory Rift

“Forgetting is a blessing, but some memories, even if buried deep, will eventually surface.”

The battle situation was on the verge of collapse, and the shadows of the vampires spread like a black tide, locking the prey firmly within their hunting range.

Swords clashed, the smell of blood filled the air, and pools of red blood meandered down the marble tiles, reflecting the chaos and despair of the battle.

They have no way out.

Hermann clutched his pocket watch tightly, his knuckles turning white, his heart beating heavily and rapidly. His breathing was slightly disordered, but he remained calm.

"Listen." His voice was low and firm, as if it was the only solid cornerstone in the chaotic battlefield.

"My ability, Memory Stripping, can make all enemies forget everything that happened in the last three seconds."

"Three seconds?" Loren frowned, his eyes sharp.

"Three seconds is enough." Herman replied coldly, his tone unwavering.

"We must seize this window and break through directly - otherwise, we will all die."

Everyone's expression froze and they exchanged glances quickly.

Siming silently adjusted his breathing, shook his hands lightly in his sleeves, and secretly sorted out the deck of playing cards that he had always kept hidden on his body.

Roca clenched his fists, and the hound growled softly, digging the ground with its claws, ready to attack.

Natasha's revolver spun slightly. She bit her lip and said with a half-smile: "Then let's begin."

Avel took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly. The shadow-binding energy quietly emerged behind him, wriggling like a ghost.

Celia stood in the center of the team, still looking innocent, as if she didn't care about what was about to happen.

Hermann slowly closed his eyes, his fingertips tightly clasped around his pocket watch, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

Then he suddenly pressed the mechanism of the pocket watch.

Group memory stripping.

An invisible ripple spread out, instantly engulfing the entire Blood Castle Hall.

The vampires' movements froze in an instant, their eyes became unfocused, as if their souls had been pulled out, and time stopped at the moment of hunting.

Three seconds!

Sima Ming grabbed Natasha's wrist and rushed to the exit. Loren, Roca and Avel also moved at the same time.

Hermann walked at the end, his heart beating rapidly, his eyes fixed on the countdown of the second hand of his pocket watch.

——Two seconds.

The vampire still stood motionless, his black cloak still in the air, like a distorted picture.

Herman's heart was pounding, and an ominous premonition was surging in the depths of his mind. He felt that something was awakening...

——One second.

The sudden severe pain tore his consciousness apart!

Hermann's mind seemed to be pried open by someone, and some closed memories were forcibly stripped away!

A bloody scene emerged, and blurry images rushed into the depths of his mind like a tide—

He saw a pair of scarlet eyes, burning with a faint light in the endless darkness.

He saw the long silver hair fluttering in the blood-red moonlight.

He heard it, a whisper echoing in his ears, the voice was gentle and familiar, as if gently asking in the depths of his soul -

"do you remember me?"

Herman suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils contracted violently, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

His gaze slowly fell on—Celian.

Herman's heartbeat was like a war drum, his throat was dry, and even his voice became hoarse: "No... who... are you?!"

This trembling question made everyone's eyes fall on Celian.

However, she just stood there quietly, with her usual gentle smile on her face.
He tilted his head slightly, looking innocent as if nothing had happened.

But Herman's eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

He seemed to be watching a nightmare.

ta-ta-ta--

The slow footsteps echoed in the silent hall, and every step seemed to be stepping on the pulse of time, steady and irresistible.

Herman suddenly looked up. The blood clan army was still frozen, but only one person was not affected.

——The Tyrant of Bloody Night, the Duke.

He stood quietly in the center, his cloak billowing, swallowing up the candlelight like the night.
The scarlet eyes looked down at them condescendingly, like a king overlooking his fate.

He looked at Hermann, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Who is she, you ask?"

Hermann's throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he could not answer.

The Duke took a step forward, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable chill, like the whisper of death.

"She... Celian."

His voice was soft and his tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, but it made Herman's heart suddenly tremble.

"Of course she is my beloved daughter... Princess of the Blood Moon."

The air was stagnant and everyone's expressions froze in an instant.

Celia stood there, her smile unchanged, her eyes calm without a trace of emotion, as if this moment had been destined.

"So... you guys still don't know?"

Hermann's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

His thinking collapsed at this moment, and his cognition shattered at this moment.

The Blood Moon Princess. She had actually been by their side the entire time?!

Herman's mind exploded, and his thoughts were torn and reassembled by countless fragments of memory.

Silver hair, bloodshot eyes, smiling, standing under the blood-red moonlight.

Memories of the past surged out, and the vague fragments became clearer bit by bit.

He had seen her figure before, in broken dreams, in distorted reality, in erased time.

Who is she?
Where did she come from?

And when did he forget her?
Celian still had that familiar look, with her hands folded in front of her, her head slightly tilted, a faint smile on her lips.

But the look in Hermann's eyes when he looked at her was full of trepidation.

He saw the abyss.

I saw the predatory nature hidden behind that innocent smile.

Wild Hunt Blood Devour, a Rewoven Destiny
Her life originated from a sacrifice.

Celian Delrat, the darling of the Blood Night Tyrant and the noble heir to the blood royal family.

But her bloodline does not belong to her.

Her birth was a curse, and her body was an offering in the blood clan's ritual. During the long wait, she was carved bit by bit into the most perfect sacrifice.

The royal blood is sweet and pure, and is the favorite delicacy of the vampire ancestor. Her fate is engraved in the blood contract.

One day, her throat will be cut open at a blood feast, and her true blood will be offered, while her body will only become the remaining residue after the feast.

She couldn't resist, her blood would never belong to her, she could only wait, wait for the day when her life would end in a feast.

But she was unwilling to do so.

She wants to live.

She wants more.

Fate did not give her a chance to escape, but it gave her a "desire".

Initially, she found herself hungrier than other vampires.

She could smell the subtlest aroma of blood, and her throat was always dry and hot, as if it could never be satisfied.

Then she began to devour.

She sneaks into the human neighborhoods at night, hunting the homeless and beggars. She is not satisfied with just sucking blood,
Instead, he swallowed even the bones and organs into his stomach, enjoying the satisfaction of being filled with flesh and blood.

Later, she began to taste vampires.

At a banquet one day, she bit open the throat of a viscount.

Swallowing the other's flesh and blood frantically, feeling the satisfaction of having the hunger in his body slightly relieved.

She discovered that the more she devoured, the stronger she became, her body evolving, her flesh reshaping her form.

She became an alien - a forbidden existence for the vampires, a monster that devoured its own kind.

But she doesn't care.

She likes to devour, she likes to hunt, she likes to watch her prey tremble and despair in her arms, she likes to nibble them bit by bit, making them cry and beg for mercy.

"Be good, don't struggle. Pain is also a sweet seasoning."

Her father was furious, but in the end, he could only tolerate it helplessly.

Because she is the princess, the daughter of bloody night.

Even if she is crazy, even if she is bloodthirsty, she is still a member of the vampire royal family and still stands above them.

The blood feast was coming, and she thought she had no way to escape.

She thought that this time, she would be devoured by the twin princesses just like the royal family members who had been sacrificed countless times in the past.

However, at the moment when fate was about to take her life, there was a man who changed her destiny.

That man, the outsider, the one with a thousand faces, Sima Ming.

He tampered with reality with whispers and "wove fate"

Twisting the world, he pulled her down from the throne, snatched her from the Twin Princess's control, and freed her from the Blood Clan's blood contract.

She was born again.

She is still herself, her soul has not changed, but her identity... is different.

She was no longer a princess, no longer a sacrifice.

She became a blood servant, her fate belonged to the God of Destiny.

Her power belongs to Sima Ming, and her future belongs to the man who tampered with her destiny.

She is no longer the princess of the blood clan, she no longer belongs to the twin princesses.

She is Sima Ming's servant, a predator whose freedom has been taken away by fate but who has a new life.

She still loved hunting, playing with her prey, and letting the blood soak her fingertips.

But this time, her target was no longer random vampires, nor were they those humble sacrifices.

Her targets are those who once bound her and regarded her as prey.

She wants to devour fate, she wants to devour the twin princesses, she wants to devour the throne of the entire blood clan.

Her smile is sweeter than blood, her eyes darker than the night, her hunger worse than hell.

She stretched out her fingers and licked the blood from the corner of her lips, her eyes full of teasing and desire.

"Si Ming, my dear master, when can I taste your blood?"

Thank you all for your support. We finally signed the contract. There's a massive gift pack sale going on today! I hope everyone gets one. Thank you.

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