Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 61: Golden Gamble
"This is the land of gold, the heart of the Angel's Tears."

"Here, there is no fairness, only winners and losers."

The night of Angel's Tears is still bustling, and the neon lights interweave into a sea of ​​​​flowing light.

The air was filled with the aroma of liquor and the crisp sound of gold coins colliding, and every step seemed to be stepping into a dream of extravagance and decadence.

In this gambler's paradise, there is a place that truly belongs to gamblers - the Land of Gold.

Siming stood in front of the door, raised his head slightly, looked at the dilapidated building with an old appearance that seemed like it would collapse at any time, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even people who come here for the first time will not be deceived by its appearance, because everyone knows that
This inconspicuous building is actually the most luxurious and crazy casino in Angel's Tears.

Fat Huck's private club is a gambler's paradise and also the entrance to nightmares.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a completely different world suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The magnificent hall was covered with carpets so soft that you could sink into them, and the walls were inlaid with gold leaves.

A huge and gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the bright light reflected by the light looks like golden waves.

Reflecting the excited, desperate and fanatical faces.

The bubbles of champagne burst gently in the air, and the sounds of dice rolling, cards flipping, and gold coins falling intertwined together to form a gambler's symphony.

Here, no one cares about the past, and no one cares about the future - only the victory or defeat in the present moment.

Siming walked into this extravagant battlefield, followed by Celia, Calvino and Alison.
Their steps were steady, and each of them looked around, while Siming was leisurely and contented, as if he was just taking a casual stroll rather than about to step into an unknown gamble.

A burst of hearty laughter came from the VIP box on the second floor, carrying with it undisguised ridicule and scrutiny.

"Hey, lucky boy, are you here to give away money tonight?"

The sound was like a feather gently sweeping through the air of the casino, but it carried an oppressive force that was hard to ignore.

Siming raised his head and saw the familiar figure - Fatty Huck.

The king of the casino, the master of the land of gold, and the most cunning manipulator in the underworld of Angel's Tears.

He stood behind the railing on the second floor, leaning forward slightly with a playful smile on his face.

The fat body was wrapped in a black suit, with golden mysterious runes embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

In his hand, he was playing with a cane inlaid with secret patterns. This cane alone was priceless.

Huck's eyes moved around, staring at Sima Ming downstairs with great interest, as if he was looking at an old acquaintance, or as if he was weighing the possibility of a new gamble.

Siming didn't care about his attitude at all, and just casually fiddled with the mysterious card in his hand.
His fingertips slowly slid across the edge of the Thousand Faces, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

After a moment's silence, he raised his eyes and smiled softly, his tone as casual as if he was discussing tonight's weather:
"I came here with the principal, so naturally I want to leave with the principal."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it was particularly clear in this noisy casino.

Huck raised his eyebrows slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes, but the smile on his face deepened.

"I'm a bit short on cash lately, Mr. Hake. Do you mind if I come and get some funds?"

Siming's tone was still relaxed, but his words carried a certain confidence that could not be rejected.

The entire casino fell silent for a moment.

Then, Huck raised his head and laughed, his fat body swaying slightly, like a happy beast.

His laughter echoed throughout the hall, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

He smiled for a moment, tapping the railing with his cane, his eyes still teasing and scrutinizing.

"Interesting." He murmured softly, then fixed his eyes on Siming, his smile unchanged.

But his tone revealed a hidden sharpness: "Then let me see your methods, Siming."

The gambling game officially begins at this moment.

The gamblers in the Land of Gold stopped playing cards one after another. They sensed a storm was about to come.
A gambling game that is far more exciting and dangerous than ordinary gambling——

A gambler wants to win his own money in Fat Huck's casino.

This is no ordinary gamble.

This is the craziest game of Angel Tears.

Siming smiled slightly, flicked his finger lightly, and the card spun at his fingertips.

In the central hall of the Land of Gold, gamblers stepped aside, leaving a path to the gambling table.

Three luxurious gambling tables were neatly placed in the center, and the golden candlelight reflected on the velvet on the table, emitting a charming luster.

However, this is not just a battlefield for gambling, but also a place where power, wisdom and secret forces compete.

Each of the three croupiers standing next to the gambling table is not an ordinary dealer, but a mysterious gambler trained by Fatty Huck himself.

The aura around them is obscure and powerful, their eyes are sharp, their techniques are precise, and their fingertips move between the chips and the cards, like messengers controlling fate.

Not only are they proficient in gambling techniques, they also possess special secret abilities that influence the outcome of a game, making it nearly impossible to win money in front of them.

Fatty Huck leaned on the railing on the second floor, his hands crossed over his chest, a sly smile on his lips.

His gaze slowly swept over Siming, a mixture of amusement and deep thought. "Loren told me, Siming, your card skills surpass those of my best dealers."

Huck said slowly, "So, now, I want to witness it with my own eyes."

Siming smiled slightly, his eyes slowly shifting from the gambling table to Huck. He leisurely bowed like a gentleman and said in a relaxed tone, "It's my honor."

Alison, who was standing behind him, frowned slightly and whispered, "We don't know how to play cards, how can we help you?"

Siming waved his hand casually, his smile still calm:

"No need for you. These three gambling tables are all prepared for me. You just need to watch quietly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually flicked out a mysterious gold coin. The golden coin drew an elegant arc in the air and was steadily caught by a dealer in a black suit.

The dealer's eyes were sharp, his fingertips stroking the edge of the gold coin, and he asked calmly:
"Guest, do you want to replace all the chips?"

Siming sat down casually, leaning on the table with his hands folded, and replied nonchalantly: "Of course, and then divide it into three parts, thank you."

The dealer nodded slightly and pushed a thick stack of silver chips towards Siming. The gambling game officially began.

Celia leaned back on the sofa bored, picked up a glass of red wine, took a sip, and a hint of impatience appeared in her red pupils.

"Master, please hurry up. The gold here is too dazzling. I don't like it here."

She frowned and parted her red lips slightly, with a hint of willful complaint.

Siming smiled and ignored her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

——Then, he heard the whispers of the Thousand Faces.

"Gambler of fate, are you still hesitating?"

"The outcome of this gamble has already been written by fate."

"But will you become part of the gambling game, or will you be the one setting it up?"

Sima Ming slowly opened his eyes, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The gambling game officially begins.

Table One: Psychological Poker – Pure psychological warfare, relying on mind reading, gaming, and manipulation.

Table 2: Bone Dice Game - The dealer has a special dice manipulation ability that can make the dice fall into a specific value.

The third table: Wheel of Fortune - a pure probability game, a battle of mysterious and twisted forces, a true gambler's battle.

Calvino thought this would be a difficult and dangerous contest, but two hours later he realized he was wrong.

because--

Siming won all the chips with almost no effort.

In psychological poker, he completely saw through every expression and hint of the dealer, accurately predicted the other party's psychological activities, and swept the entire field almost without any suspense.

In the bone dice game, every time his dice landed, it was almost always accurate, and the opponent's weak control over the dice could not shake his results at all.

In the Wheel of Fortune, he used a silver chip to directly defeat all the probability barriers set by the casino.
Hitting three of the highest odds numbers in a row in the most outrageous way left the watching gamblers dumbfounded.

Finally, he sat in the middle of the third table, slowly turning a mysterious gold coin between his fingers, his eyes indifferently scanning the chips on the table.

He raised his hand slightly, his tone calm and polite: "Cash, thank you."

Then he casually pushed a stack of extra chips to the dealer, indicating that it was a tip.

The hall was dead silent, with only the sound of chips being collected and the hushed whispers of the surrounding gamblers.

Alison looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with shock.

"To be able to withdraw money so easily in Fatty Huck's club..." She took a deep breath and whispered:
"This guy...is the first one I've ever seen."

Meanwhile, in Huck's office.

Fatty Huck sat on the wide chair, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out. His fingers tapped the table hard.

There was a dull sound, and the whole person was filled with suppressed anger.

He bit his cigar hard and muttered, "This guy, Siming, his cheating skills plus his secret and terrible luck -"

Loren, who was standing beside him, put his hands in his pockets and looked indifferently in the direction where Si Ming left, as if thinking about something.

Huck took a deep breath, and finally couldn't contain his anger anymore. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Loren, don't let Siming come to my place to gamble anymore. He treats me like an ATM!"

Loren smiled slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, boss."

Huck glanced at him coldly, gnashing his teeth and cursing in a low voice, "Damn Siming."

Outside the casino, the night breeze was blowing gently. Siming casually tossed a bag of heavy gold coins, with a leisurely smile on his lips, and whistled softly.

"This round is pretty good."

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