Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 50 Farewell
"The gears of fate never stop turning. What awaits you on the other side of the door is a new game."

The morning mist in Beizhen has not yet dissipated, the faint light permeates the streets, but the old night has not completely left.
Between the light and darkness, there was a damp and cold air.

In the central square, the door stood quietly beside the fountain, abrupt and lonely, as if it were a relic from another world.

Although it seems out of place, vampires and outsiders have long been accustomed to its existence.

Because they knew that this door was a rift leading to another world, and once they passed through it, it would mean leaving this world completely.

In front of the door, Viscount Red Wing—no, now Earl Red Wing—knelt on one knee and bowed his head to salute Celian who was standing in front of the door.

His voice was low and respectful, carrying the unique awe of the vampires, yet also hinting at a subtle complexity:
"My Lord, Red Wing respectfully bids you farewell on your journey. If you are summoned, we will do our best to respond."

Celian looked down at this former subject, the scarlet in her eyes no longer reflecting the former vampire kingship, but burning with a deeper desire.

She licked her lips, her smile lazy and casual: "...You are really loyal, Red Wing."

Hongyi remained silent, still crouching low, never looking up, waiting for her final order.

But Celian just smiled lightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

She is no longer the Princess of Blood Moon, no longer the ruler of this world, she has transcended the shackles of the vampires.

She turned her head and urged:

"Hey, let's go, I can't wait to see what's on the other side of the 'door'."

Siming was slightly stunned, then he touched his nose with a wry smile and shrugged, saying, "Okay, okay, let's go."

He took a step forward, ready to step through the door, but at that moment, he felt a chill running down his spine.

It was an extremely sharp look, a gaze that carried a warning.

He tilted his head slightly and met the golden eyes of Earl Red Wing.

Those eyes locked onto him silently, like both a trust and a warning.

At the same time, Siming's heart suddenly tightened -

He felt a larger and deeper murderous intent coming from the direction of the Blood Castle, falling on him from afar.

Although they were far away, and although he couldn't even truly "see" the figure, he knew clearly that the Bloody Night Tyrant was watching him.

It was a very intimidating silence, a silent warning.

Siming's heart trembled slightly, and he quickly gathered all his thoughts. He pretended to be calm and urged Loren:
"...Let's go and leave this damn place as soon as possible."

Loren chuckled, walked to the door, pressed his palm on the door, and chanted in a low voice.

"Secret Garden, Angel's Tears, Golden City."

Golden ripples slowly emerged, swirled, spread, and eventually turned into a crack.

A group of people entered one after another, and their figures were swallowed up by the distorted space and disappeared on the land of the Eternal Night Blood Alliance.

In the chaotic space, Siming's body seemed to fall into the abyss, and inertia caused his mind to go blank for a short time.

It was not until he smelled a damp and rotten smell in his nostrils that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a narrow, dim passage. Dark red water was running down the walls, and the accumulated water at his feet was emitting a cold light.

"...Tsk."

He frowned and recognized the place - the sewers of the Golden Country.

This is one of the nodes leading to safe landings in various places in the world of the Mysterious Master. Although it is safe, the environment is really terrible.

A moment later, Avel, Herman, and Roca stepped out of the door one after another, each adjusting their state and adapting to the dizziness after the space jump.

Roca stretched his muscles, exhaled, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "—Okay, mission accomplished."

His clothes had been torn in the battle at Blood Castle, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he grinned:
"Finally, I can have a good meal...Si Ming, let's drink together sometime?"

Siming shrugged and chuckled, "Of course, I'll bring some good wine."

Roca punched him on the shoulder with satisfaction and walked away.

Avel just nodded slightly, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

He was never good at saying goodbye, preferring to disappear quietly. Hermann stood at the end. He didn't rush to leave, but as he passed Siming, he whispered, "...Be careful."

Siming frowned slightly: "...Hmm?"

Herman's eyes were deep and cold, as if he could penetrate the fog of reality and see the deeper truth.

He whispered, "Destiny is not so easily manipulated... If you dare to weave it, it means you are seizing its authority."

Sima Ming blinked and didn't interrupt.

Hermann paused, and his voice lowered a little, almost like a hum in the night:
"Countless eyes are watching it, especially the Faceless Lord."

"And... its secret master."

After saying this, he turned and left with steady steps, without any nostalgia.

Siming looked at his back, silent for a moment as if thinking about something, then gently raised the corners of his lips, revealing a meaningful smile.

"interesting."

His fingertips tapped against his cuffs, the rhythm slow and measured, like a gambler's habit of tapping the table before flipping the cards.

The Faceless, Destiny, Peeper, Mystic...

It turns out that under the shadow of the departure of the twin princesses, there is a deeper chess game at work.

The gamble is far from over.

He looked up at the dim ceiling, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he murmured softly to himself:
"Looks like it's time to move to a bigger gambling table."
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Natasha folded her arms and leaned against the damp wall, a lazy smile on her lips, looking at Sima Ming with interest.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be lost in thought for too long." She raised her eyebrows playfully, her voice tinged with teasing, "Are you reluctant to leave me?"

Siming came back to his senses from his thoughts, sighed softly, and smiled helplessly: "I really can't bear to let you go..."

Natasha raised her eyebrows and was about to be proud, but she heard Siming slowly add:

"After all, you're such a bad poker player. If I miss you, I might never get such free chips again."

The air was silent for a second.

Natasha's smile froze instantly, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and then she glared at him fiercely, her tone gritting her teeth:

"Asshole! How dare you laugh at me?!"

Siming raised his hands and shrugged innocently: "It's just the facts."

Natasha took a deep breath and tried hard to restrain herself from shooting him directly.
She snorted coldly, turned around and left, waving her hand casually.

"Okay, I'm going to the Homecoming Home to find Leng Ji to get his reward. Don't forget to keep your share."

Her figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the sewer, and only the echo of her stepping on the accumulated water as she left still echoed between the stone walls.

Siming stood there, his eyes flickering slightly, then he touched his chin and murmured softly: "Reward..."

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

Celia remained completely oblivious to their conversation. She frowned and kicked the damp stone tiles under her feet impatiently, revealing a look of disgust.

"It smells terrible here," she complained, wrinkling her nose slightly.
It seemed as if this place full of decay and filth would stain her clothes at any time.

Her red eyes stared at Siming with displeasure, and she urged:
"Hey, Siming, take me out for a walk quickly. I want to see 'this world'."

Siming raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you looking forward to it so much?"

Celian licked the corner of her lips, revealing a greedy and happy smile.

There was a dangerous frenzy hidden in that smile, like a bloodthirsty predator about to enter a new hunting ground.

"Of course." Her voice was soft and excited, her eyes reflecting an eager light. "I want to see what kind of future 'fate' has woven."

Siming narrowed his eyes and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. He did not answer, but just waved his sleeves lightly and stepped onto the steps in front.

The world of decay and filth has been left behind by them, and a new and mysterious realm is waiting for them to enter.

(End of this chapter)