Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 65: The Sin Table: Gambler's Shura Field

"This is not a casino, but an abyss."

"Here, the winners become predators, and the losers... become bargaining chips."

The moment Siming stepped into the dimly lit casino, he immediately felt a heavy sense of oppression.

The Sin Table - the most lawless place in Deeptide Harbor and the most chaotic gambling venue in the Sea of ​​Dreams. The faint of heart are never welcome here.

The dim oil lamps flickered overhead, illuminating the entire hall like a temple of the fallen.

On the stage, the strippers were dressed in rags that looked like they had been torn apart by wild beasts.

Barefoot on the wooden floor stained with wine,

She twisted her waist, her expression seductive but empty, as if she was trapped in an endless nightmare.

Off the stage, various pirates were either slumped in front of the table, or laughing wildly and guzzling wine. Some were screaming with excitement because they had won the bet, while others were cursing angrily because they had lost all their fortunes.

Rum was poured carelessly on the table, mixed with blood to form a mottled stain. Someone pulled out a musket to threaten the opponent.
He demanded that the other party hand over the final bet, and even without waiting for the other party to respond, he pulled the trigger. In the smoke, a life was lost.

A drunken pirate tried to grab a woman's wrist and pull her into his arms.

She smiled, a charming smile, and the next second, a cold light flashed, and an extremely thin blade slid out silently from her sleeve and gently pressed against the man's neck.

Blood seeped slowly along his skin, like scarlet threads on a canvas.

The man's smile froze, and after a moment, his body fell backwards silently, sinking into complete silence.

However, the clamor in the entire casino did not stop at all, and not even a glance was cast towards the fallen body.

Death here is like chips on a gambling table, which can be pushed into the abyss at any time and no one will care.

Siming stood where he was, his eyes sweeping across the chaotic place. His expression remained unchanged, but a sarcastic smile slowly rose at the corner of his mouth.

"What a... great place." His voice was swallowed by the noise, but still contained a nonchalant teasing tone.

Calvino stood beside him, looking calm, obviously accustomed to the madness here.

Alison raised her hand and patted Siming's shoulder, smiling and saying, "Get used to it, Siming. This is the truest form of the Sea of ​​Dreams."

Siming shrugged, his eyes slowly sweeping across the tavern, muttering casually, "Rage, gluttony, lust, greed... it's all there."

Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out again from the gambling table in the distance. A pirate who had lost all his bets angrily overturned the table, pulled out his two guns and pointed them at the dealer.

However, the next second, a slender silver dagger pierced his throat and nailed him to the wall.

The blood slowly flowed down like a slowly flowing red stream.

Calvino glanced at the scene indifferently, turned around, and said calmly: "The rules here are simple. The winner takes everything, and the loser pays the price."

Siming whistled softly and said with a half-smile: "So, who will take us to see the boss now?"

The air was heavy, with a hint of unpleasant fishy and damp smell. The candlelight cast dark shadows in the dim casino, twisted and deep.

Two dark-skinned, bald pirates slowly approached and stood in front of Siming and the others. Their eyes were filled with mockery and malice.
The scar on his forehead looked like a burn mark, glowing coldly in the candlelight.

"Calvino?" one of them said in a low voice, his eyes scanning him sharply. "I heard you're back?"

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a sinister smile: "Why, are you trying to turn the tables?"

"Do you have any money left?"

Another burly man clenched his fists, veins bulging, and took a step forward. A sense of oppression suddenly came over him, and there was an undisguised threat in his eyes.

"Listen, our boss doesn't like gamblers without chips."

His voice was hoarse, like the scraps of sail scraping against the deck after a storm. "If you're just here to try your luck, you'd better get out now."

However, before Calvino could speak, Baroque stepped forward and stood in front of him without any hesitation.

The berserker-like sailor grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, and said in a stern tone: "Boy, don't disrespect my captain."

His voice was low and carried a strong sense of oppression, like a beast ready to pounce.

The air suddenly stagnated, and the entire casino seemed to feel the dull atmosphere before a storm. The surrounding pirates paused slightly, casting curious glances. However, just as the tension was about to erupt, Calvino smiled slightly, patted Baroque on the shoulder, and gestured for him to step back.

"No need to do anything, Baroque."

His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable calmness. "We're not here to cause trouble."

He raised his hand, took out a dark golden coin from his pocket, and gently turned it between his fingers.

The coin seemed to have swallowed up the surrounding light, and a layer of strange ripples appeared on its surface, like a shadow swimming in the deep sea, deep and mysterious.

"Nightmare Gold."

The noise of the casino paused briefly.

Scarface's pupils suddenly contracted, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes—greed, surprise, shock, hesitation...

Nightmare Gold.

This is the most precious resource in the Sea of ​​Dreams. Each one is enough to make pirates fight for it, and even set off a bloody storm at sea.

Calvino smiled slightly, his tone still calm: "What about Horn? I hope he can also put up corresponding chips."

Scarface was silent for a moment, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Very good." He said in a low voice with a sinister smile, "The boss is waiting for you on the second floor underground."

He stepped aside to make way and said in a cold tone, "I hope you can hold on a little longer, Captain Calvino."

Following Scarface's footsteps, Siming and others slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

The walls were covered with yellowed parchment, on which were written the names of debtors. Next to each name was a line of numbers, representing the debt they owed.

However, many of these names have been cruelly scratched out, and the deep knife marks are like epitaphs, indicating the way to "repay" these debts - death.

The damp and musty smell filled the air, and the footsteps echoed in the deep corridor, as if an invisible ghost was whispering in your ears.

Siming narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew very well that this gamble was not just an ordinary money game.

This is not just a place to gamble money, but also a Shura field to gamble life.

Finally, they came to a black iron door.

Scarface stopped, turned back slowly, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "Go in."

Then he raised his hand and pushed the door open with a bang.

A strong smell of cigar smoke mixed with spicy spices hit my face, and the air was filled with the tense atmosphere unique to the gambling table.

In the center of the room, a heavy ebony gambling table stood quietly. The tabletop was smooth and the edges were inlaid with golden patterns, exuding a luxurious and dangerous atmosphere.

At the gambling table, several well-dressed gamblers were either sipping their wine glasses or leisurely sorting their chips.

Their eyes were cold and sharp, like wolves waiting for their prey to come.

In the main seat, a tall, deep-looking old man leaned against the back of his chair.
His slender fingers casually fiddled with a gold coin, his eyes steady and dangerous.

He raised his head, his eyes fell on Calvino, and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Italo Calvino.”

His voice was low and a little hoarse, like the whisper of a storm on a Deeptide Harbor night.

"You are finally back."

"The chips of fate have been placed. Gamblers, are you ready?"

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