Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 87: The Arrogance of Gamblers, the Mockery of Fate

"At the Whale Grave's gambling table, true gamblers never trust luck, they only trust themselves."

"However, the real gamble is never on the dice, but in the human heart."

Around the gambling table in the Baleen Bar, the air seemed to stagnate.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on the dice cup that was about to decide the outcome; even the candlelight in the tavern seemed to flicker with everyone's breathing.

The gamblers all held their breath, waiting for the final decision.

"You're unlucky, new guy."

The smile on the black-turbaned pirate's lips became more ferocious. He tapped the dice cup lightly, his eyes full of the determined attitude of a winner.

"You're bound to lose this time." His voice was low, with a hint of mockery and condescending coldness.

He flicked his finger lightly, and the dice cup suddenly opened. Three dice rolled under the dim candlelight and finally stopped steadily on the table.

Three deep-sleeping grave whales.

There was an uproar all around, many people opened their eyes wide, and some even gasped.

Three Tomb Whales, this is the strongest combination in the dice game, which means that any combination except three Ghost Crabs will lose.

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became more tense.

The black-turbaned pirate leaned back in his chair leisurely, with a victorious smile on his lips. He enjoyed the astonished reactions of the crowd and Sima Ming's current predicament.

"Come on, man, let's see if your luck is always this good."

There was a hint of mockery in his voice, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table, as if he couldn't wait to get Sima Ming's card into his pocket.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Siming, waiting for his reaction.

Most people think that this game is no longer suspenseful——

The Ghost Crab has the lowest probability of all the dice faces, and it is almost impossible to roll three.

What's more, the Black Scarf Pirates have always had problems with their dice.

Siming took the dice and weighed it gently in his palm, feeling its weight. A subtle sneer slowly curled up the corners of his mouth.

——Sure enough, the cheating continues.

There is a problem with the center of gravity of the dice, it has obviously been adjusted manually.

If I guessed correctly, its weight should be on the side of the wing scales, which means that no matter how he throws,
The final landing point will be towards the Demon Bat Sleeping Shark or the Nightmare Octopus, rather than the Ghost Crab with the lowest probability.

This guy, the Black Scarf Pirate... had no intention of a fair fight from the beginning to the end.

Sima Ming casually flicked the dice, making a crisp sound, as if he didn't care about the situation at all.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the black-turbaned pirate, his eyes full of teasing and deep meaning.

"It's a pretty boring trick." His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was commenting on a low-level magic show.

"Weighted dice?" He chuckled softly, his fingers casually turning the dice, his tone eerily calm.
"The one across from you, there are eighteen in your pocket, right? I can count them just by the sound."

The black-turbaned pirate's smile froze slightly, and his fingertips tightened subconsciously.

The gamblers watching around all showed astonishment, and some of them couldn't help but whispered.

Apparently, they didn't notice how many cheating dice the Black Scarf Pirates used.

But Sima Ming knew.

The dice in this guy's hand have been changed more than once since the first round, and each round has subtle differences.

The weight and internal structure of each dice changes with the situation.

If you don't have a good understanding of dice gambling techniques, it would be impossible to notice these details.

The black-turbaned pirate's face froze slightly, but he soon forced himself to smile and shrugged.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why? Are you making excuses now that you've lost?"

Siming waved his hand lazily, seemingly unconcerned. "How could that be? Cheating is part of the game."

He paused, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared at the black-turbaned pirate.

"But are you sure the dice you just handed me were really the ones that focus on the ghost crab?"

As soon as these words came out, the black-turbaned pirate's expression changed drastically.

His fingers suddenly tightened, and a little sweat oozed out of his palms.

The vein on his forehead throbbed slightly, and the smile on his face finally showed a flaw.

The gamblers around were talking in low voices, their eyes wandering between the two.

Some people showed a look of sudden enlightenment, as if they began to realize the tricks hidden in the gambling game.

The Black Scarf Pirate knew that Sima Ming had seen through his mentality.

He used the weight of the dice to influence the throwing trajectory, which was a gambling technique he was familiar with, but the problem was - he was too confident.

He was so confident that he revealed his true colors at the critical moment.

Siming looked at him quietly, the smile on his lips did not change at all, but there was a sharp light in his eyes.

The real gamble is not on the dice, but in people's hearts.

The atmosphere around the gambling table in the Whale Baleen Bar was extremely tense. The gamblers watching around almost held their breath.

Even the songs and noise in the tavern seemed to be swallowed up by this tension, leaving only the dull sound of dice rolling on the table.

Siming casually played with the dice in his hand, rubbing the marks on the dice surface with his fingertips.
He casually said, "There are eighteen dice, and every three have different emphases. Every time you change the dice... are you sure you take out the correct one?" The Black Scarf Pirate's originally proud expression suddenly froze.

He has always been cautious and his cheating skills are extremely sophisticated, but the pace just now was too fast.
He didn't even have time to confirm which set of dice he had secretly swapped out.

Each set of dice has a different weight, which affects the landing point after being thrown, and this is the key to his victory.

But now, he himself began to feel uncertain.

Siming's smile deepened, his eyes flicking playfully over the other person. He slowly pulled out a card, flicking it lightly with his fingertips. The card flipped and slid into his palm, gleaming with a faint sheen.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, right?"

His tone was light, as if winning or losing the bet was not worth mentioning to him at all.

"Si Ming, from the world of the Mystic Master, is the best gambler in the Land of Gold."

A burst of whispers suddenly broke out in the bar, and the gamblers around exchanged glances and gasped.

The Land of Gold is where the top gamblers among the mystics gather. What does it mean to be called the "best" gambler in that place?
A thin layer of sweat appeared on the black-turbaned pirate's forehead. He subconsciously clenched his teeth and his eyes became sharp.

But Siming remained calm and composed, even with a hint of playful smile, as he continued, "And my secret is luck."

Under the back of his hand covered by black silk gloves, a star of reason quietly ignited.
An invisible wave spread out, and the air seemed to become a little weird in that instant.

"Absolutely lucky. As long as it's a gamble, I don't want to lose, so I definitely won't lose."

The bar was silent, and the gamblers' eyes shifted back and forth between Sima Ming and the Black Scarf Pirates.

The black-turbaned pirate, who had been sure of victory, now looked so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of his face.

His breathing quickened slightly, and his fingers tightened subconsciously.

He began to doubt - did he really pick up the wrong dice just now?

Is there really a counterweight to the grave whale in the dice in his pocket right now? Or... has everything already fallen into the opponent's rhythm?

Siming blew gently on the dice in his hand, threw it upwards casually, caught it steadily, and opened his palm.

"This is just a test throw. Guess, are they three ghost crabs?"

The dice were neatly arranged in his palm, three Soul-Eating Ghost Crabs, perfect.

The black-turbaned pirate's pupils shrank slightly, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

The gamblers around were whispering to each other, and they began to be unsure of what was going on.

They originally thought that the bet was a foregone conclusion, but now, they suddenly began to doubt whether the outcome would be a shocking reversal.

Siming's smile deepened. He knew—

The other party has already lost.

Sweat was already oozing out of the palms of the black-turbaned pirate. He stared at Siming intently, his eyes revealing struggle and unwillingness.

But the next moment, he saw Siming casually throwing the dice -

The dice rolled, spun, and trembled on the gambling table. The rolling trajectory was unpredictable, and everyone's attention was attracted by this moment.

Under the light, the edge of the dice reflects a faint luster, as if the outcome of this gamble is controlled by fate.

Before the dice cup had completely stopped, Sima Ming gently lifted the lid.

His eyes slowly locked onto the Black Scarf Pirate, and his voice was slow and low, like an invisible blade:
"Guess what other numbers will appear when rolling the three weighted grave whale dice?"

The Black Scarf Pirate's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his breathing became extremely heavy.

Reason told him that this was impossible, but a certain uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

At the last moment of the dice rolling, it stopped.

The first one is the ghost crab.

The second one is the ghost crab.

The third one...is still a ghost crab.

——Three ghost crabs, a perfect victory!
silence.

The bar was completely silent, and everyone was staring at this dramatic scene in amazement.
No one could have imagined that the outcome would be completely reversed in this instant.

Siming whistled softly, as if he was not surprised by the result at all: "The goddess really dotes on me."

He stretched out his hand and slowly put the four-star life card on the gambling table into his pocket.

His eyes swept leisurely over the black-turbaned pirate, with a hint of nonchalant amusement in them.

"Thanks for the treat, man."

He stood up and walked away from the gambling table with brisk steps.

The gamblers in the tavern behind him finally came to their senses and burst into enthusiastic laughter and discussion.

They were talking among themselves, some were clapping their hands on the table excitedly, and more people were looking at the departing figure with a hint of awe.

Tonight, I have gained a lot.

The black-turbaned pirate clenched his fists tightly, his face looked extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and shame.

The night on the Whale Grave continues.

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