Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 51: Misfortune's Favor

“The gifts of fate often come with a price already hidden.”

Sima Ming woke up on the floor of the hotel.

To be exact, he was kicked down.

With his messy hair, he stared blankly at the ceiling, trying hard to recall the tragic events of last night.

He clearly just leaned a little closer to the bed, and then—

——A ruthless foot kicked him precisely in the lower abdomen.

He didn't even have time to react, he rolled off the bed and hit his head on the soft carpet.

I was still shocked so much that my eyes went black and the pain lasted for a long time.

"……Oh shit."

Siming cursed softly, rubbed the numb back of his head, supported himself on the ground and sat up, looking at the culprit with a depressed look on his face.

Celia was sleeping soundly on the bed, completely occupying the entire bed.
Her long scarlet hair was scattered on the snow-white sheets, and she was curled up like a lazy cat.

There was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was dreaming of something pleasant.

Siming took a deep breath, sighed and patted his forehead.

——Last night, he had just wanted to find a cheaper hotel, but Celia was not willing at all.

"You want me to stay in that shabby motel? Si Ming, you look down on me too much."

She had her hands on her hips, her eyes full of threats, and she made no attempt to hide her disgust for the shabby accommodation.

So, he compromised and took this "noble" vampire princess to stay in an expensive hotel in the center of Angel's Tears.

But this is not the point.

The point is, it would be nice if Celian was a legacy card.

How nice it would be if she could stay in the card like the Lost Scholar and wait to come out when he summoned her?

——Unfortunately, she is not.

She is a Page card, with complete autonomy and cannot be restrained.

Siming felt even more complicated when he thought about Leng Ji explaining the servant mechanism last night.

"The attendant will accompany the holder for a long time in human form."

"They have complete autonomy and can act freely, even..."

Leng Ji glanced at Celian at that time, his tone meaningful, even with a hint of pity.

"In fact, their will is stronger than yours."

Now, Sima Ming finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

He sighed, rubbed his brows, stood up, walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, let the cold water hit his face, and made himself a little more awake.

He stared at himself in the mirror and casually wiped his face with a towel.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on his right wrist, and the expression on his face froze for a moment.

A deep red line, like a silent curse, was embedded in the skin, burning like a flame, or like a chain binding.

Fate Star.

Seal of Eternal Hunger.

The mark of the blood contract.

He gently raised his hand, and his fingertips slowly stroked the dark red curse mark, and a hint of cold thoughts reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Seal of Eternal Hunger.

The "souvenirs" left by the twin princesses.

Sima Ming had already guessed its meaning.

"You changed her fate, so you will bear her curse."

From that day on, his blood no longer belonged only to him.

In a distant world, in a dark corner, a pair of scarlet eyes were watching him.
Longing for his blood, waiting for the day when he will come and devour him.

He licked the corner of his lips lightly, a hint of self-mockery appearing in his eyes.

“…It’s not worth it.”

His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself, or to some invisible being.

In order to change Celian's fate, he put himself on the prey list of the Twin Princesses.

This deal is a complete loss.

Unfortunately, fate is never fair.

After washing up, Si Ming changed into clean clothes, opened the door, walked towards the familiar street, and prepared to return to his long-missed daily life - the casino.

He was very familiar with the Angel's Tears Casino, but recently...something had changed.

So enthusiastic.

As soon as he stepped into the casino, he was greeted by a series of smiling faces and warm greetings.

"Hey! Mr. Siming, you're here again?"

"You're really lucky today too! Come on, there's a VIP seat reserved for you!"

"Drinks are free! This is our respect for VIPs!"

A glass of finely prepared wine was placed before him.

The waiter pushed the chips towards him attentively, and the gamblers around him also cast expectant glances at him.

Siming's face suddenly darkened.

He certainly knew why they were so enthusiastic about him.

because--

Siming, once a top poker player, has now become the casino's most popular "sucker." He always loses every time he gambles, becoming the casino's most reliable "cash machine"!
Depend on.

Siming rubbed his eyebrows and vaguely realized where the problem lay.

The Thousand Faces' whispers emerged in his mind, with a hint of mockery:

"Do you think 'Fate's Favor' comes at no cost? Just that little bit of Sanity is enough to trigger it?"

"Si Ming, you underestimate fate."

His heart sank, and he quickly pulled out the card of the Thousand Faces to check its effect prompt.

Current Effect: 90% chance of misfortune, the holder currently has only a 10% chance of luck.

……

Depend on.

He finally realized that the overuse of [Fate's Favor] during the Eternal Night Blood Alliance had caused the side effects to completely erupt!

His luck value was completely reversed!

He hurriedly continued to flip through the card information until he saw a line of description that was even more heartbreaking—

[The holder needs to consume all the 'misfortune' before regaining luck. ]

In other words, he must go through all these bad things before he can return to normal.

Siming's eyes twitched slightly, he was silent for a moment, and finally sighed deeply.

"...Destiny, I greet you and your whole family. Thank you."

Over the past week, Sima Ming's life has been like hell on earth.

Whatever he bets on, he loses.

He got a great hand, and the next second his opponent turned over a bigger straight flush.

He wanted to bluff a game, but the opponent happened to have the real magic card and shot him in the head.

He changed the roulette wheel and carefully calculated the angle, but it was off by a millimeter, causing the ball to land on the most unlucky number.

Even in the simplest dice gambling game, if he bets big, the result will be small; if he bets small, the result will be big!

Gradually, everyone in the casino started to focus on him——

But it's not because I'm afraid of him, but because...

Sima Ming has become the "beacon" on the gambling table!
Countless gamblers have discovered that as long as they bet against Sima Ming, they will definitely win!

"Hey hey hey, Mr. Sima Ming is here again!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Follow the opposite direction of his bet!"

"Hahahaha, he lost again!!"

Whenever Siming lost, the casino erupted in jubilation, with cheers rising one after another, as if celebrating a bountiful harvest feast.

Even the casino owner began to pay close attention to him, and someone even secretly made him a "VIP card" behind the scenes, allowing him to enjoy "free drinks" every night.

Siming's face became darker day by day.

He vaguely realized that this was not just "bad luck" but a curse of fate!
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, looked down at the familiar Thousand Faces card in his pocket, and spoke in a low voice.

"...Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

The card didn't respond, but he could feel its presence.

The One with a Thousand Faces is laughing.

Laughing, mocking, enjoying it all.

A vague whisper emerged from the depths of his mind.

“You want to control your destiny.”

"But you forget that fate never gives things away for free."

"Now, it wants you to pay it back."

Siming's fingers tightened slightly, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

It doesn't matter... just hold on.

As long as he uses up this 90% of bad luck, he will be able to restore his normal luck.

He stared at the chips on the gambling table, his eyes as calm as water.