Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 93 The Gaze of the Supreme Being: The Conspiracy of the Sleeping Chips
"The game of fate has already begun, and they are merely the chips being staked."

"In the game of the Supreme Being, the loser's soul will be taken away."

In the deep heart of the Whale Grave, a magnificent casino stretches across the floating wooden planks.

Like a golden palace adrift in a sea of ​​nightmares, this place, known as the "Sleeping Chips," is the most luxurious gambling den on the Whale Grave and the ultimate sanctuary for all gamblers.

Inside the luxurious cabin, the crystal chandeliers cast a soft light and the air is filled with the aroma of mellow wine.
Scantily clad maids shuttled between noble pirates and gamblers, handing out golden wine glasses and dice cups, and laughter and noise intertwined into a chaotic feast.

Gold and desire are intertwined, and fate is cut into chips here. Every bet is a gamble on the future.

However, in the deepest part of the casino, in front of a gambling table carved from deep-sea obsidian,

A man in a black suit was casually playing with a pair of dice.

He wore a silver mask that half-covered his face, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.

His name is Lorient Sylvester, the gambling king of the Whale Grave.
The real controller of the "sleeping chips" is also one of Kerkosen's most trusted confidants.

On the ground, the black-turbaned pirate knelt on one knee, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

The voice was low and respectful: "Confirmed, it is the breath of the Supreme Being."

The dice spun at Lorient's fingertips, the faint light reflected in his pupils, reflecting the dice surface that slowly stopped on the table.

Three dice with the same value.

Six, six, six.

Lorient raised a smile, as if he found the number quite ironic.

He flicked the dice lightly, and it flew into the air, drew a perfect arc, and finally fell accurately back into his palm.

"Heh... the Faceless Lord's target has finally appeared?" His tone was indifferent, with the unique teasing of a gambler.

The black-turbaned pirate lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes, his heart beating like a drum. He knew that in front of this gambling king,

Even the tiniest flaw could become a fatal mistake.

"Yes, sir." His voice trembled slightly.
"That gambler named Siming... I personally saw his aura emerge from the lines of fate. His soul bears the mark of something beyond 'gambler'."

Lorient pondered for a moment, then sneered.

"Si Ming... Oh, what an arrogant name." He tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes as deep as the night.

The door of the cabin slowly opened, and a cold atmosphere filled the air along with steady footsteps.

A man in a black robe and a golden mask of the Sleeping Church walked slowly towards them.
The staff woven from whalebone tapped the ground beside him, making a low echo.

His eyes were as cold as the abyss, as if they could see through all disguises and peek into the deepest secrets of the soul.

The Archbishop of the Church of the Whale's Grave - Nasir.

Lorient raised his eyes, the silver mask flickering slightly in the light and shadow, the smile on the corner of his mouth never faded, with a hint of meaningful amusement.

"It seems your master is also interested in these gamblers."

His voice was low and slow, as if an invisible gamble had just begun.

Nasir stopped in front of the gambling table and watched him quietly. Between the Sleeping Church and the controller of the "Sleeping Chips",
Their eyes met, as if they were silently competing with each other's cards.

They belong to different camps, but maintain a delicate balance on the Whale Tomb.

Lorient serves the Faceless Lord, the dice of fate are in his hands, he believes in gambling,

Believe that all destinies can be put on the table for gambling, even the authority of the Supreme Being.

Nasir is a dream walker of the Church of Sleep. He believes in the Lord of Sleep and firmly believes that dreams are real.

The present world is but an illusory journey; his mission is to guide lost souls into an eternal dreamland, silencing the waves of reality. The silence between the two is like an invisible game.

The air was still, with only the crisp sound of dice falling into the tray echoing in the gambling hall.

Lorient picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The red liquid slowly flowed in the glass, as viscous as blood, reflecting a dark luster.

His fingers stroked the rim of the cup, his eyes calm, as if he knew everything. Opposite him, Nasir looked at him silently, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"The war between the Supreme Beings is not something that small people like us can participate in."

Nasir spoke slowly, his tone deep and with a hint of cold distance.

His voice was like a whisper in a deep dream, distant and hollow. "If he truly is the holder of the Supreme Being, what should we do?"

Lorient smiled slightly, brought the glass to his lips, took a sip, and let the cold, mellow liquid slide into his mouth.

He slowly put down his wine glass, tapped the table with his index finger, his eyes fell on the gambling table in front of him, and the corners of his lips curved with a hint of meaningful mockery.

"Then let him sleep here." He whispered.

With his palm spread out, a dark blue destiny pattern slowly emerged, and the dazzling light was like a flowing galaxy. The stars of destiny slowly rotated, reflecting the trajectory of fate.

The lines slowly extended across his skin, as if they were marks deeply embedded in his soul, revealing a sense of mystery that transcended the mundane.

Nasir's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze focused on the life lines flowing on Lorient's palm.

——Nine stars.

Silence filled the air between the two of them. Lorient slowly raised his head, his eyes piercing through the half-covered silver mask, revealing a meaningful grin.

"After all, he's only six stars at the moment." His voice was low, with a hint of understatement and coldness.

He flicked the dice casually, and the dice drew an elegant arc in the air, spinning on the gambling table, and finally slowly stopped.

Three dice, stand still.

——Six six six.

Lorient's smile deepened. He slowly raised his fingers and gently tapped the life lines on his palm. His voice was soft but revealed an unshakable certainty.

"And us?"

His fingertips tapped the fate lines, and a faint blue light flickered, like a spark of fate burning in the darkness.

"Nine Stars Linked."

The candlelight flickered slightly, casting strange and distorted light and shadows.

The two figures stretched out on the obsidian surface of the gambling table, like a foreshadowing of some fate.

In the distance, the bell of the Whale Tomb rang slowly, low and distant, as if announcing the inevitable beginning of something.

Siming, Calvino, Alison, Rex, Baroque, Ian... these gamblers who set foot on the Whale Grave,

They did not realize that their arrival had made them a chess piece on the chessboard of the Supreme Being.

This pirate holy land is a gambling paradise on the surface, but in reality it is an arena for the Supreme.

The bet has already been made.

And they haven't even realized that they have already been put on the gambling table.

The wheel of fate of the Whale Tomb began to turn quietly.

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