Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 9: Fateful Encounter, Perhaps Misfortune

The world gives you an identity, and you also play another identity

"May you enjoy this masquerade, Mr. Magician Siming."
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Beizhen, the border city of the Eternal Night Blood Alliance world, is the starting point for all outsiders.

The cold wind swept through the narrow cobblestone streets,
The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat and fermenting alcohol, mingling with the damp earth of the northern forest.

People walking on the street were wearing all kinds of strange clothes, including barbarian hunters wearing animal skins and having strange tattoos.
There are also mysterious sorcerers wearing classical robes and holding staffs.

There were also some fully armed warriors carrying heavy weapons on their backs.

——But the only thing in common is that their eyes are all wary.
As if accustomed to some unspeakable danger.

Siming frowned slightly and looked at the freckled girl in front of him.

"You seem to be very familiar with a stranger like me?" he asked.

The girl smiled brightly, revealing her neat teeth:

"Of course, the place where you landed is Beizhen, and Beizhen,

It's always been you 'outsiders' who like to show up in all sorts of weird ways."

"Yours isn't particularly outstanding. The last one I saw crawled out of a toilet, looking even more miserable."

The girl said this with a mischievous smile in her eyes.

Si Ming: "..."

He silently lit a candle in his heart for the unfortunate guy.

The girl smiled brightly, not caring about his silence, and introduced herself:
"My name is Celia, the lost one—Celia. What's yours?"

Siming shrugged and said casually, "Oh, my name is Siming, the Siming who plays cards."

Celian led Siming forward, chattering non-stop along the way.

There was a hint of innocence and yearning in his words.

"You know what? This is a world ruled by vampires."

"But actually, you outsiders are not uncommon. I've seen a lot of you."

"Some wore strange masks, some carried huge boxes,
Some people act like charlatans as soon as they arrive.
He said something like, 'I'm a planeswalker from a higher world,' but ended up getting robbed of everything."

"Haha, you're not a planeswalker, are you?"

Siming shrugged and smiled without saying anything.

"However, compared to you outsiders, I am the most pitiful."

Celian pouted, "I'm a native local.
I want to see the outside world, but unfortunately... I can't."

Her voice suddenly dropped at the last few words, as if carrying a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Sima Ming looked at her thoughtfully.

Walking into Beizhen, the hustle and bustle of the streets hits you.

The market here is more prosperous than Siming had expected, with a wide variety of goods from other worlds.

Siming took a look around and found an interesting phenomenon - everyone here,

Even the poor people in rags are doing something.
They are hawking, carrying, calculating, forging, playing, chanting magic,
Laughing wildly at the gambling table, whispering deals on the street corners...

Everyone plays a specific role.

"This is a stage." Siming commented silently in his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Celian came over and asked with a smile.

Siming said calmly, "You just said that everyone is playing the profession given by the world? What does that mean?"

Celian smiled cunningly, stretched out her hand and pointed, signaling Sima Ming to look at the corner of the square.

In the shadow of the square, a vague "figure" stood there quietly.

He was wearing ragged clothes, his face was pale, and his eyes were staring blankly at something.

He seemed to be whispering something, but his lips moved and no sound came out.

The weirdest thing is——

Everyone who passed by seemed to have completely ignored him.

Celian smiled and said, "That guy is the result of rejecting his identity."

Sima Ming frowned slightly.

Celian continued:
"When he first came here, the world gave him an identity - a toilet cleaner."

"But he disliked this identity and refused to play it."

"And then...he became like this."

Siming stared at that "person" and felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

"Is he... still alive?" he asked in a low voice.

Celian tilted her head and smiled, "Maybe. He hasn't completely disappeared anyway."

"But he no longer 'belongs' to this world."

"He couldn't touch anything, couldn't open any doors,
He can only wander like this until he is completely forgotten by the world."

Just then, a noble lady passed by holding a little girl.

The little girl pointed in that direction and said timidly, "Mom, there is someone crying over there."

The lady frowned, glanced at him, and said lightly:
"Don't talk nonsense, there's nothing there."

The little girl was pulled away by her mother, with fear on her face.

And the "phantom" still stood there, muttering alone.

Siming's heart sank slightly.

——This world is not as simple as it seems.

Celian smiled and patted his shoulder, her tone as relaxed as if she was telling a joke:
"So, Mr. Card Magician, you must act seriously."

"After all, you don't want to become the next Phantom, right?"

Siming narrowed his eyes and the smile on his face faded a little.

At that moment, Sima Ming had the idea of ​​escaping.

He shouldn't continue playing this game.

But just as he was thinking about how to find a door and return to his original world,
A terrifying fact emerged in his mind——

He doesn't know the "name of the world" of his original world!
——No, to be precise, he never “thought” about exploring this issue!

Something's wrong...

Leng Ji once said that to return to the gates of different worlds, one needs to pronounce the name of the world.
Otherwise you might be teleported to the wrong world, or even to a place of eternal damnation.

But before setting off, Loren did not tell them this information.

What's even more terrifying is——

Sima Ming himself didn’t even think about this problem at all!
When did he become so careless?

——No, this is not “carelessness”, but… “being influenced”!

His pupils shrank slightly, and a detail flashed through his mind—

Hermann's pocket watch flashed before him before they were about to enter the gate world.

At that time, Sima Ming didn't care at all.

But now that I think about it... Herman's ability is "memory stripping".

If his power is more than just temporary oblivion,

But selectively stripping out certain key information?

Sima Ming was silent for a moment, with a slight sneer on his lips.

“…How interesting.”

It seems that none of his teammates want him to leave easily.

He shrugged lightly and thought to himself:

Well, it seems I'll just have to keep playing.

"The stage is set, the actors are in place—so, Mr. Magician, are you ready to take the stage?"

Siming followed Celian into an old tavern in the center of North Town - the Moon Hunter Tavern.

There is a metal crescent moon inlaid on the door of the tavern.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of ale and bacon.
A fire burned in the fireplace in the corner, occasionally crackling.

There are all kinds of foreigners here, their clothing styles are strange, some wear cloaks,

Some wore pointed hats, others robes studded with runes.

Siming glanced around and quickly noticed something -

Almost every one of these people has a destiny line on their wrist.

Some people rolled up their sleeves without any concealment,

They reveal their four-star and five-star life patterns, as if they are symbols of their status;

Even more exaggerated, some people even deliberately show off their abilities.
Elemental magic spun at the fingertips, or cards were suspended in mid-air, demonstrating strange spells.

Celian noticed Siming's curiosity and chuckled, "They are all astrologers."

"Astrologer?" Siming raised his eyebrows.

"Well, it's what your world calls a 'mystic master'."

Celian shrugged, "Different worlds have different names for people like you.
But at the core, you’re all the same—a bunch of people playing by the rules.”

Siming nodded thoughtfully.

He looked around and found that most of these "astrologers" were calm and composed.
It can even be said that they are a bit arrogant. They do not hide their fate lines here.
There were even a few guys above four stars who materialized their own cards and stood aside as guards.

"Aren't they worried about being targeted here?" Siming asked.

Celian chuckled and said:

"Don't worry, no one dares to cause trouble here."

She lowered her voice and said, “The Moon Hunter Tavern is a tavern recognized by the vampires.

The reason why these guys are so arrogant is not because they are so strong.

It’s because—no one dares to cause trouble on the vampire’s territory.”

"……oh?"

Siming narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"This is a world ruled by the vampires. Anyone who causes trouble will be 'dealt with' by the vampires."

Celian shrugged, "Astrologers can stay here,

Because the vampires acquiesced to their existence,
But if anyone dares to violate the rules of the vampire race... they will become 'blood food at the dinner party'."

Sima Ming sneered.
"A balance of power is a good deal."

Celian tilted her head slightly, looked at Siming, and said with a smile:
"You don't seem like the type to be afraid of vampires."

Siming smiled and said nothing.

He is indeed not afraid of vampires, he is just very good at "playing a role".

After a stroll around the Moon Hunter Tavern,
Siming didn't see any familiar faces—Loren, Herman, Roca, Avel—none of them were there. Celian saw his disappointment and blinked. "How about trying the divination room?"

"A fortune-telling house?" Siming raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying... that I should spend money to buy a 'lucky prediction'?"

"Of course not." Celian smiled and shook her head.

"'The Lightless Mirror' is one of the most mysterious fortune-telling houses in North Town. The fortune-teller there may be able to provide you with clues about your teammates."

Siming rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "That sounds good."

The two left the tavern and walked through several narrow streets.

We came to a small hut covered by black curtains.

A string of black bells hung at the door, and when the wind blew, a faint echo was emitted.

After entering the divination room, Si Ming's first feeling was that it was very dark.

The walls around the room were covered with purple curtains, and the only light source was an oil lamp on the table, emitting a dark purple glow.

A woman in a dark red cloak sat at the table, her fingers gently sliding across the crystal ball.

Her face was covered by a veil, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

She said in a low and mysterious voice:

"Stranger, want to peek into fate?"

Siming raised an eyebrow, "That depends on the price."

The fortune teller smiled slightly and tapped his index finger on the table: "Divination is not free."

"what price?"

"Silver coins, cards, secrets, or—your destiny."

Si Ming: "..."

This woman is really asking for too much.

He tentatively pulled a few banknotes from his pocket—chips from the Golden Country Casino.

The fortune teller glanced at him and sneered, "Poor outsider, your money is worthless here."

Sima Ming frowned.

He really didn't have any silver coins, and it was impossible for him to just take out the cards for trading.

As for the secret... he didn't want to exchange his information for unknown intelligence for the time being.

Celian looked at Siming's hesitant expression and suddenly smiled: "Have you forgotten your identity?"

Sima Ming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Oh? A card magician?"

"That's right." Celian said with a smile, "Since we have no money, let's make some."

"…So, what are you going to do?"

Celia watched him with interest.

Siming stroked his chin, his eyes slowly sweeping over the astrologers in the tavern who were showing off their fate patterns, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and his fingers covered in black gloves flew flexibly.
A playing card slipped from his fingers, spun and disappeared into thin air.

Then he smiled and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen—welcome to my magic show."

Moon Hunter Tavern, it's time to perform a magic trick.

A masked ball, everyone is playing their roles,
Some people are unwilling to give up, while others have a lot of fun.

"The stage lights are on, and the actors are in place. —Mr. Magician, how do you plan to perform this scene?"

Siming stood in the center of the Moon Hunter Tavern, his fingertips nimbly flipping through the cards.

There was a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth.

——Tonight, it’s his turn to appear on the stage.

Most of the people in the tavern are knowledgeable astrologers.

They have witnessed countless mysterious magics and even experienced incredible secret techniques firsthand.

However, Siming's magic made them truly feel the long-lost freshness.

His technique is gorgeous and his rhythm is precise. Every card dances at his fingertips.
It seems to be spinning and dancing with life, changing in countless ways.

The playing cards seemed to obey his orders, drawing an elegant arc in the air and finally falling precisely into his palm.

——This is not just magic, it is a dramatic performance.

Siming knows very well that a true magician,

Not only a master of skills, but also a manipulator of emotions.

So, he started the next step of his performance - replacing one thing with another.

A waitress holding a silver tray happened to pass by, and he quickly locked onto the target.
He deliberately revealed a "mistake" - it seemed as if his foot was tripped by something,
The whole person leaned straight towards the girl.

"what--"

The girl cried out in surprise, and several glasses full of ale tumbled in the air.

It was about to spill all over the ground.

The astrologers who were watching were waiting to see Siming make a fool of himself, but at the critical moment,
With a nimble spin, he skillfully wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and landed firmly on the ground with both feet.

At the same time, his other hand reached out as fast as lightning, and before the wine glass fell to the ground,

Catch them one by one with amazing precision!

——“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

There was warm applause at the scene.

But that's not the end.

Amid the cheers of the audience, Siming smiled and bowed slightly to the wine waitress.
With a light touch of his fingertips, the black silk gloves slid across her waistline, and the subtle touch made her tremble slightly.

At this moment, more than a dozen cards flew out from her body like fireworks.

It fell precisely into Sima Ming's hands.

He slowly spread out the cards, and it was a royal flush!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is fate."

Siming bowed gentlemanly.
He picked up a few silver coins that had just fallen to the ground and casually handed them to the waitress as a token of "thank you".

The audience around laughed excitedly and threw the silver coins in their hands to Siming.

There weren't many things in the Moon Hunter Tavern that made them feel "novel."

And this card magician is undoubtedly an interesting guy.

——Silver coins flew in the air, and Siming’s hands caught them one by one deftly.

"Looks like I can do divination tonight." He chuckled softly.

Just as Siming was about to move on to the next magic trick, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly changed.

"boom--!"

The door was violently opened, and a gust of cold air swept in.

A slender figure rushed into the tavern, his long silver-white hair moving in the wind.

She was wearing a black aristocratic dress, and her eyes were glowing scarlet.

Her fangs were slightly exposed, and there was an almost playful smile on her face.

——Blood clan!
Siming immediately realized that the situation was not good. The blood clan ruled the world.

Their status is supreme, and this girl... is obviously of extraordinary status.

Behind her, several patrolmen wearing black and gold armor followed closely.

Their expressions were cold and suppressed, and their silver swords gleamed coldly in the dim light.

The entire tavern fell into deathly silence in an instant.

"Who...is she?" Siming asked in a low voice.

Celian also frowned: "I don't know her, but she is troublesome."

The astrologers in the tavern lowered their heads and pretended nothing had happened. No one wanted to get involved in this turmoil.

Siming's first reaction was to avoid this trouble that obviously did not belong to him.

But the problem is...

The vampire girl glanced around the tavern and finally stared directly at Si Ming.

——She is looking at him?
"Tsk." Siming cursed in his heart.

——Damn it, why me?
The steps of the vampire patrolmen were heavy, and their murderous intent almost solidified into substance.

Siming didn't want to cause trouble, so he quickly grabbed a few silver coins that were scattered on the table.
He gave Celian a look.

Celian immediately understood what he meant and whispered, "Follow me and don't look back."

The two men quickly turned around and evacuated, moving nimbly through the crowd.

However, what left Siming speechless was that the vampire girl actually followed them closely.

I followed them and ran away almost without hesitation!
Siming: “……?”

Celian: “……?”

The patrolmen became even angrier when they saw this and started chasing after them.

"The favor of fate."

Sima Ming murmured softly, and a star on his fate pattern lit up slightly, and his luck was instantly pushed to the limit.

Led by Celian, they quickly shuttled through the streets of North Town.
Using complex alleys and obstacles to continuously increase the distance, whenever the patrolmen were about to catch up,
There is always a "coincidental roadblock" that they have to avoid narrowly.

——A drunk man happened to fall down and blocked the way of several patrolmen.

——A carriage sped past, blocking the patrol's pursuit route.

——A pile of shelves filled with wine barrels were knocked over, and the falling barrels blocked the alley.

——The favor of fate has taken effect.

A few minutes later, they managed to escape the pursuers and hid in a dark dead end.

Siming took a breath and looked at the vampire girl standing beside them with complicated eyes.

She didn't seem to be worried about the danger at all. Instead, she looked at Siming with a smile, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Thanks, Siming."

Siming's pupils shrank slightly, his smile slowly faded, and his eyes became cold and deep.

He said slowly:
"...How do you know my name?"

The vampire girl smiled slightly, revealing her snow-white fangs, with a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

"Of course I know." She said softly, "After all, we are 'old friends'."

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Siming's heart.

——How many scripts are hidden in this world that he doesn’t know about?
Adding to the author's words: Most of the inexplicable words in this book are whispers from thousands of faces. Please do not believe a single word of them.

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(End of this chapter)