Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 44 Reconstruction of Destiny

"The fate you weave may never be what you wish for. What have you gained? What have you lost?"

The blood was still dripping slowly, winding into strange lines along the obsidian ground, like the remnant of some unknown ritual.

The air was filled with the unique fishy-sweet smell of the vampires, but no one in the blood banquet hall spoke to break the silence.

The balance of the battle swung in that brief moment.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief. Celian's arrival had indeed reduced the pressure on the group of outsiders.

Not only did she tear apart the twin princesses' blood vines, she also revealed an ability that frightened all vampires - the ability to devour the blood of the True Ancestor.

That was not ordinary bloodlust, it was pure predation, the instinct of the hunter, and a possibility that even the vampires themselves had never imagined.

However, Siming's expression remained calm. His eyes slowly wandered across the battlefield, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on his cuffs, which was his usual action when calculating.

His stars of reason have all shone, all his mystical powers have been exhausted, and the effects of the Embers Echo cannot be taken again in a short period of time.

At this moment, the only weapon in his hand was language.

He smiled slightly, walked forward slowly, and his eyes slowly swept over all the vampires. The smile carried some elusive meaning.

"What do you think?" He said slowly, his voice light and leisurely, but with a sharpness that could not be ignored.

"The reconstruction of fate only changes Celian's past? Then you underestimate my secrets."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly stagnated.

The vampires' expressions changed, some hesitant, some surprised, and some incredulous. No one easily doubted the word "fate," for they firmly believed the vampires' fate had already been written by the Twin Princesses. But what if fate could be tampered with?
Siming looked at the twin girls. Their eyes were deep, filled with cold and vigilant scrutiny. He knew that his first move had worked.

Reconstruction of destiny - these four words are both a linguistic induction and a truth that is difficult to falsify.

He made them suspicious.

Doubts about whether Celian is still under the control of the vampires? Doubts about whether the Twin Princesses' rule is truly unshakable? Even... doubts about whether the vampires' faith is still worth following?
Silence filled the air, and the twin princesses' expressions finally changed slightly. The pain they had just experienced was still echoing in the depths of their consciousness - since their birth, they had never experienced true pain.

They are not human, they are the true ancestors of the blood clan and the supreme beings.

And at this moment, the creation that once belonged to them actually devoured their blood.

They don’t understand—

This unpredictable unknown is what they fear most.

The smile in Siming's eyes deepened. He took a deep breath and continued to add:

"Do you think she only devoured your blood vines?"

His voice was calm, yet it was like an icy blade piercing the core beliefs of the vampires. "No, what she devoured... was your future."

These words were like igniting an invisible flame, and a subtle commotion immediately arose among the vampires.

future?

This is not an ordinary concept.

The vampires' belief has always been that the strong are supreme, and only those who are truly above all the vampires can dominate the future.

And the Twin Princesses are at the top of this chain of faith.

However, if even the True Ancestors cannot fully control their creations, then in the eyes of the vampires, does this mean that Celian may become the new master?

Viscount Redwing stood by the gate of Blood Castle, his gaze lingering on Celian for a long time with a complicated expression.

He has always been loyal to the Princess of Blood Moon, but the person in front of him... is he really the same person?
Siming raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He knew that this was the power of language.

He planted the seeds in their hearts.

Seeds of doubt.

Seeds of fear.

Seeds of uncertainty.

Nothing creates chaos more than causing a group that believes in absolute rule to begin to doubt their own gods.

He walked forward slowly, his voice low and firm, like the whisper of fate:
"If even the True Ancestor's authority is no longer the sole ruler... then who should you follow?"

The moment the words fell, the entire Blood Banquet Hall fell into a suffocating silence.

The vampires did not react immediately, even the twin princesses chose to remain silent at this moment.

They are weighing the pros and cons.

They were thinking. They were trying to separate the truth and lies from Sima Ming's words.

But Siming said it so cleverly——

He didn't lie.

But he also provided no evidence.

Everything is just the inducement of language, the trap of rhetoric, a logical network constructed by using the unknown, allowing all the vampires to fill in the gaps that should not exist.

Siming saw hesitation flash across the eyes of the Twin Princesses, saw the Duke's fingertips curl slightly, and saw Viscount Red Wing's gaze change from firmness to hesitation.
Seeing a hint of uneasiness gradually emerging in the eyes of the earls and viscounts among the vampires...

He lowered his head, the smile on his lips deepening.

The tables have turned.

The chips have been reshuffled.

He exhaled lightly and whispered in his heart:

"Do you doubt it..."

"Be afraid..."

"Then... make the stakes of this gamble even more chaotic."

The smell of blood filled the air, like an invisible hand, gripping everyone's throat.

However, just as all the vampires were led into uncertainty and fear by Sima Ming's words——

The Duke finally smiled.

His laughter was long, wild, and had a mad tone.

"Interesting, really interesting..."

The blood clan's murderous intent was quietly surging, and the twin princesses' shadows were trembling slightly in the blood-red light.

The Duke, on the other hand, still stood there quietly, staring at Siming and Celian.

His laughter was long and elusive, as if mocking, excited, or perhaps a kind of decadent self-mockery.

Siming's breathing stagnated slightly, and his fingertips tightened unconsciously.

Is the Duke finally going to take action?
His gaze swept across all the vampires present, his black cloak fluttering slightly in the blood mist, his eyes deep, as if he had experienced countless life and death ups and downs in the thousand-year bloody battle.

His voice was low, like thunder echoing in the night, and every word was filled with a heavy sense of oppression.

Loren suddenly turned around, a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes, and Natasha subconsciously raised the muzzle of the gun, her finger on the trigger.

Hermann's pocket watch rotated slightly, Avel's shadow blade hid in the darkness, and everyone was on edge.

But the Duke did not rush to attack. He just slowly raised his hand, and a scarlet light appeared in his palm. Then, a blood-red spear slowly emerged from the void.

It is not an ordinary weapon, but a strange spear that has accumulated endless killings over thousands of years of bloody battles.

The gun was engraved with dense ancient vampire inscriptions, and each line seemed to record a world-destroying massacre.

The bloody aura lingering on the spear tip even made the surrounding vampires take a step back involuntarily.

The Duke lowered his eyes, and gently stroked the blade of the spear with his fingers, his movements so gentle that it seemed as if he was caressing a most precious work of art. However, everyone knew that this spear—

It was once the end of countless vampires.

The air suddenly became silent, as if all the murderous intent had been absorbed by the Duke and gathered on the tip of the gun.

Siming frowned slightly, and his heart began to beat rapidly.

He knew very well that at this moment, the Duke's choice would determine the life or death of all of them.

Will he obey the Twin Princess's orders and strangle Celian with his own hands to completely eliminate her existence?
Or...will he make the real decision?

The Duke slowly raised the tip of his gun, and the murderous aura accumulated over thousands of years spread out like a bloody mist, and the entire hall was shrouded in this terrifying pressure.

The vampires held their breath, and even the projections of the twin princesses shook slightly.

at this moment--

Where will this spear point to?

(End of this chapter)