Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 68 The Manipulator of Fate

Chapter 68 The Manipulator of Fate
"A true gambling game is never as simple as looking at the cards."

"Fate is the most cunning gambler."

"It won't tell you the rules, nor will it give you fairness."

"But it will definitely reveal unexpected cards at the critical moment."

The air on the Sin Poker Table seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone held their breath as they watched the cards turned over on the table.

A straight flush of spades.

Siming's fingers tapped the card table lightly, his movements leisurely and nonchalant. He looked up at Old Horn across from him.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had expected this result.

"Straight Flush of Spades." He repeated it casually, without any surprise in his tone.

There was even a hint of casualness, as if what he had just won was not a gamble, but some trivial pastime.

Mrs. Mei's pupils contracted slightly, and her fingertips quietly exerted force, almost crushing the folding fan in her hands.

No... this is impossible!
She could hardly hide her inner shock. She had clearly seen Siming's cards, and it definitely couldn't be a straight flush of spades!
But the reality was cruelly placed before her. No matter how she speculated or recalled, everything she was sure of was completely overturned by this hand of cards.

Her nails dug slightly into her palms, and she looked quietly at Old Horn, hoping to find the answer from the old gambler's face.

However, Old Horn's expression had darkened.

At that moment, Mrs. Mei's heart suddenly sank.

Old Horn opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just stared coldly at the cards on the table, remaining silent.

A straight flush of spades is the strongest hand that can be formed on the gambling table.

No matter what means he used to cheat, he couldn't come up with a bigger card in this round - unless he was willing to openly turn the table over and directly rewrite the cards.

But, this is impossible.

In the same hand of cards, it is impossible for two identical hole cards to appear. If he takes action now, it will only make everyone present see that he is cheating.
By then, not only Sima Ming, but he is afraid that even the sin card table he has been running for many years will collapse in an instant.

——So, he could only endure it.

Old Horn's fists clenched slightly, then slowly loosened. The corners of his mouth curled up into a forced smile, but his eyes became increasingly gloomy.

"You're lucky, kid."

His tone was filled with suppressed anger, like an old fox that had been bitten by its prey. Although he remained calm on the surface, the gloom in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Sima Ming just shrugged and casually fiddled with the chips with his fingertips, without responding or mocking.

According to the rules of the game, the payout for this round is calculated as follows:
Siming bets 40 points in the first round;
The second round of betting is 100 points;
A Spade Flush triggers an additional payout rule, calculated as three times the first round bet, for a total of 120 points;
In the end, Sima Ming won 260 chips.

According to the rules of the Sin Poker Table, Sima Ming won this round cleanly, while Old Horn lost without any chance to fight back.

The silver chips piled on the gambling table reflected the dim light, and were pushed in front of Siming one by one, reflecting old Horn's expressionless face.

Siming did not rush to collect the chips, but tilted his head slightly and made an almost imperceptible gesture to his companions behind him.

Calvino leaned back on the sofa, his expression unchanged, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Ian chuckled, twirled a silver coin, and whistled leisurely: "Oh, this kid is really lucky."

Baroque's eyes widened, he pounded his thigh hard, gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "Damn it! He actually won?! I bet he would lose the first round!"

Alison didn't say anything, but slowly picked up the glass and took a sip of rum.

But his gaze was fixed on Siming without blinking, and a meaningful inquiry appeared in his eyes.

Rex just stared at the gambling table quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.

When Sima Ming saw their reactions, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a smile that he couldn't hide in his eyes.

Don't worry, this is just the beginning.

Siming flicked the chips in his hand lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile at the corner of his lips showed a hint of nonchalant calmness.

He was now full of confidence. In the past, his "favor of fate" had been too frequent, causing him to fall into extreme misfortune and bad luck, and he was even forced to live on credit in the tavern.

Those days almost became a nightmare. Every gambling game made me lose everything.

Every decision he made led to the worst possible consequences, and he would even be inexplicably hit by a bottle while walking on the street.

But during that series of extremely unlucky days, he did not endure the misfortune in vain, but observed, thought and adapted.

He gradually discovered that "fate's favor" was not completely random, but had traces to follow.

He could feel that this invisible force was driving some unpredictable results, and these "results" could be guided.

He can actively trigger bad luck and make himself suffer all possible misfortunes in a short period of time.

In this way, you can accumulate a certain tendency of destiny, and at the critical moment, tilt the scales of destiny towards yourself.

In other words - he can control his own luck.

This is an ability he has only recently discovered, and it is also his biggest trump card now.

He didn't even use "true lies" just now, but just relied on verbal hints to make Mrs. May, the venomous beauty, feel self-doubt.

At this moment, he truly realized that the combination of luck, psychological warfare, and language manipulation could make him invincible in any gambling game.

He chuckled, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

These pirates? Just a bunch of idiots who are bad at playing cards.

He doesn't need to rely on the Thousand Faces' special abilities at all. He can take the initiative in the gambling game simply by relying on the hesitation and doubt in human nature.

Madam Mei's fingers tightened slightly, and the folding fan in her palm trembled imperceptibly. She had never encountered such an opponent before.

A real gambler, someone who can make her have illusions and even doubt herself.

She was never easily shaken, but at this moment, she felt a chill.

She knew very well the cards she had just seen, but why did she begin to doubt?
She tried to analyze the man in front of her calmly, but the more she observed, the more she felt that this man was like an obscure fog that could not be seen through at all.

He still looked nonchalant, even his hands were resting on her waist dishonestly, stroking it gently from time to time, as if he was completely immersed in his teasing.

But she couldn't laugh now.

How did this man do it?
She turned her gaze quietly towards Old Horn, hoping to find the answer from the old fox's expression. However, when she saw Old Horn's expression, her heart sank slightly.

Old Horn's face had turned completely gloomy.

This old gambler who started out at the sin card table had no concealment on his face at this moment.

He no longer pretended to smile, nor did he pretend to be calm. His eyes were cold, revealing deep fear and vigilance.

He took a deep breath, extinguished the half-burned cigar between his fingers, slowly raised his head, and stared at Siming calmly.

"Second round, let's begin."

He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers slowly pushed the cards on the table, his movements still smooth and steady.

But the look in his eyes was completely different.

He would not let Siming win so easily again.

Siming yawned lazily and fiddled with the chips casually, his attitude extremely casual.

He won the first game, and he knew that old Horn would not give up.

But he doesn't care.

He just licked his lips lightly, like a hunter who finally found pleasure, with joyful excitement in his eyes.

"So... let's get on with it?"

(End of this chapter)

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