Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 52: A Gift from Fate, or a Curse?
“When the gears of fate begin to turn, some gifts may just be chips in a new round of gambling.”

The lights in the bar are dim, the air is filled with the aroma of wine, and the lazy atmosphere makes people want to indulge in it.

Siming lay on the bar, staring at the meaningless traces drawn by his fingertips with despair, his whole body exuding a deep despair.

He was not merely unfortunate, he was utterly bankrupt.

His wallet was so empty that he could hear the echo, and even the numbers in his bank account made him doubt whether he had saved any money in the past few years.

Just as he was considering whether to sell himself to pay off his debts, the door of the bar was pushed open and a burst of brisk footsteps stepped into his world.

"Si Ming——"

A familiar voice burst into his ears with laughter. He raised his eyelids lazily and his gaze fell on Natasha and Celian.

More precisely, it was Celian's hands holding a pile of packaging bags.

Siming's dead eyes finally showed some movement. He stared at the exquisite clothes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
It was as if I was watching my savings being torn into pieces and blown away by the wind.

Natasha came over with a smile and teased in a lighthearted manner:
"How about I become your attendant? You just need to pay for my shopping~"

Sima Ming let out a low wail, like a dying gambler, covering his face with his hands, his face full of despair.

"Leng Ji, please find me some job. Even if it means being a killer."

He raised his head with difficulty, staring blankly at Leng Ji behind the bar, his voice filled with the vicissitudes and fatigue peculiar to a bankrupt.

"I feel like...she's draining me dry."

He turned his head, glared at Celian, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Whether it's a wallet or... blood."

Leng Ji chuckled, holding his chin elegantly, with a playful look in his eyes.

"It's a gentleman's privilege to pay for a noble princess, isn't it? Siming?"

"But I'm not a gentleman, I'm a gambler, thank you!"

Siming rolled his eyes without any hesitation, then sighed dejectedly.

I took out my phone and checked the balance, and the sadness in my heart deepened.

One third of the savings accumulated through years of hard work has evaporated in just a few days!

He even began to doubt whether he went to the Eternal Night Blood Alliance to complete a mission or to work for his "servant".

This isn't an employment relationship at all, isn't it?!

Leng Ji shook his head and pushed a glass of wine in front of him, still with a faint smile on his lips.

"Didn't that fat guy Huck pay you?"

Sima Ming took out three gold coins from his pocket expressionlessly and knocked them on the bar.

"Yes, three."

The surface of these gold coins is engraved with exquisite secret patterns, and flows with a faint mysterious energy.
It is not an ordinary currency, but a special circulating chip.

Siming picked up one of them, turned it gently between his fingertips, and frowned with a complicated expression.

"How should I spend this thing?"

Natasha blinked and said with a sly smile:

"Of course, you'll exchange it for cash and then continue shopping for us! Right, Celian?"

Celian nodded happily, raised the dress in her hand without hesitation, and said in a light tone:
"That's right! Master, Natasha is right! Look, does this dress suit me well?"

Siming's mouth twitched slightly as he silently looked at the dress in her hand that was obviously worth a lot of money.

I deeply doubt whether I am the master's servant or the servant's master.

He was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and gently placed the gold coin back on the bar.

...This is not right.

While Celian and Natasha were still discussing clothing styles, Siming leaned over slightly, lowered his voice, and asked Lengji quietly, "Didn't they say there were only two types of monster cards in the Mystic World? Why are there also servant cards?"

Leng Ji slowly spun the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes slightly, looked at him meaningfully, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Pay attention, I'm talking about the world of the Mystic Master."

She tapped the table lightly, the sound neither fast nor slow, like a low, mysterious whisper.

"Si Ming, do you think that this world only has the world of the Mysterious Master?"

Sima Ming frowned slightly, a thoughtful glimmer flashed across his eyes, as if he realized something.

Leng Ji picked up the wine glass and gently shook the liquid in it. The aroma of wine filled the air, and the light and shadow reflected an amber-like depth.

"Different gate worlds have different rules and produce different card systems. This is perfectly normal."

Her tone was calm, with the nonchalant attitude of someone who had mastered some secret.

"In fact, our Guild of Mystics' understanding of the Gate World... is just the tip of the iceberg."

"That's why the guild issues various exploration missions, allowing the mystics to enter the gate world to investigate and search for those unknown laws."

Siming tapped the bar lightly with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully.

"So, the Servant Card is actually a product unique to a certain Gate World?"

Leng Ji's mouth corners slightly raised, and his eyes moved with a hint of appreciation.

"Yes, to be exact, it is a type of contract card."

She tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers and said slowly:
"This kind of servant lies somewhere between the secret and the legacy. They possess independent consciousness, yet are unable to disobey their master's orders."

"If a servant meets a master who is not very 'considerate', his fate will generally not be very good."

She paused, looked at Siming meaningfully, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"So, you've made a lot of money, Siming."

Siming was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. He glanced at Celian who was still enthusiastically choosing clothes, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Make a lot of money?
Why did he feel like he wasn't making any money, but was being badly cheated?!

He leaned against the bar, sighed deeply, rubbed his brows with his fingers, and his voice was full of helplessness.

"...Magic, contracts, servants, Leng Ji, how many hidden rules are there in this world that I don't know?"

Leng Ji chuckled, turned his wrist slightly, pushed a glass of wine in front of him, and whispered: "The secrets of the world are endless."

She looked up at him, her glass-colored pupils reflecting a faint halo, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her tone was gentle but with a certain warning meaning.

"Si Ming, when did you start to... look down on fate?"

Siming did not answer immediately, but picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The amber liquid slid down his throat with a slight burning sensation. He licked the corner of his mouth, looked at the swaying reflection in the cup with deep eyes, and was lost in thought.

He thought that after returning from the Eternal Night Blood Alliance, he could finally take a break, but he was wrong.

Fate never gave him a real break.

His existence has long been drawn into a deeper vortex, and this gamble... is not over yet.

At the moment when he was distracted, Celia, who was not far away, glanced sideways quietly, her eyes swept across his profile, and a faint smile slowly rose at the corner of her mouth.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the velvet shawl she had just chosen, her red eyes narrowed slightly, and some obscure emotions flickered in her eyes.

"...underestimating fate?" Her murmur was as light as a whisper, with a hint of almost joyful smile at the end.

"Si Ming, you really don't know me well enough."

(End of this chapter)