Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 261 Organ Darts: A Deadly Scheme
"Elegance is what comes when life is torn apart."

The most beautiful movement.

In the darkness, a door slid open silently.

The moment Si Ming and Selian stepped through the door of the all-or-nothing gamble, the scene before them suddenly turned upside down.

What they had originally envisioned was a bloody hell filled with traps and killing machines—the killing and trial arena that Madman Thirteen was accustomed to using.

It is a trap abyss filled with screams, tearing, blood, and steel.

But reality sends a chill down your spine.

This is not hell.

This is an extremely luxurious, yet suffocatingly oppressive private club.

Heavy velvet curtains, as red as blood, cascaded from the towering ceiling to the floor, blocking out all outside light.

Eerie shadows flickered between the curtains, as if even the light itself dared not enter this dark room.

A dark gold crystal chandelier hangs silently within, its countless sharp, angular rays of light cascading down.

The dim, yet chilling light cast down, like a never-ending feast before death.

The surrounding walls are made of intricately carved mahogany, with complex patterns resembling blood vessels, and hidden patterns inlaid with silver plating and exotic metals.
The inscriptions faintly appear in some ancient language, like a palace of the dead left over from the aristocratic era.

The entire space was empty yet suffocating, so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat, as if even the air itself had been altered, leaving only oppression.

In the center, a huge dartboard stands prominently.

The redwood and black iron blend together, and the pitch-black target plate on it rotates silently, like a black hole slowly absorbing all attention.

What's chilling isn't its existence, but its content—it's not numbers.

Instead, it's a diagram of human anatomy.

Heart, lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys, arterial knots, stomach, intestines...

Every part is outlined with gold thread to create a perfect silhouette, like a precise cross-sectional view after the skin and flesh have been cut open.

It was not merely a mastery of anatomy, but rather the ultimate expression of a kind of morbid beauty.

Below the target was a deep red velvet carpet, with dark bloodstains that were difficult to conceal. These bloodstains were disguised as some kind of totem, but they still exuded a putrid stench.

A faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air, but that fragrance was followed by an extremely subtle stench of blood and decay, almost imperceptible, yet nauseating.

Click——

A soft tapping of leather shoes on the ground broke the deathly silence, like the sound of a gavel striking the ground.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was a man dressed in a black swallowtail butler's uniform.

With an upright posture and elegant demeanor, every movement was like a standard action that had been rehearsed hundreds of times on stage.

His hands, encased in snow-white gloves, were positioned one in front of the other, with his right hand resting on a silver-handled cane. His steps were composed and restrained.

His silver hair was carefully combed, his face was handsome, and his smile was just right, like a real upper-class butler, yet it also sent chills down one's spine.

He walked to the dartboard, stopped gracefully, bowed slightly, and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice with an undeniable guiding quality:

"Distinguished gambler, beautiful vampire lady—welcome."

"On behalf of Crazy Thirteen, I would like to extend my sincerest greetings and best wishes to you. Thank you for coming here alone as we wished, to participate in this specially prepared game."

Si Ming and Selian stood at the door, silent, their gazes alert and solemn.

This mysterious corpse was unlike any enemy they had ever encountered.

His mannerisms, voice, appearance, and even his breath were so perfect that they were unsettling.

He wasn't insane, nor did he exhibit the slightest abnormal energy leakage. He was an impeccable construct, the [Game Manager] sculpted by Madman Thirteen himself.

An executor without any flaws.

His existence is the rule itself.

Tang Kejian —

He twirled his cane gracefully, tapping the floor lightly with the tip.

The hidden compartment on the side of the dartboard slid open with a click, silently releasing two silver dart boxes.

The box is engraved with rose vines and intertwined with silver patterns; beneath its cold luster lies an unassailable aura of authority.

There are six darts in each box.

The dart handle, encased in black and gold, is inlaid with dark red gemstones that gleam with a blood-red light.

The darts are slender and needle-like, with sharp edges and dense tail feathers; each one is as exquisite and deadly as a surgical scalpel.

Even more unsettling was the strange inscription carved on the dart—it resembled the last words of the deceased, or some kind of unspoken contract.

Tang Kejian read the rules gently, each word like a sharp needle piercing his eardrum:

"The plan to kill together has officially begun."

The rules are as follows:

"Each participant carries a box of darts, with a total of six darts."

"In each round, each player throws a dart, aiming at the opponent's internal organs as indicated by the target plate."

"It takes effect immediately upon impact, cannot be avoided, cannot be negated, and even the immortal vampire cannot recover from it."

"After three failures (missing the target area), the system will forcibly execute the [Self-Organ Damage Penalty]."

"Within nine rounds, you must accumulate fifteen [organ damage points] and at least one person must survive in order to pass the level."

"If one side dies beforehand, the other side will automatically suffer three penalty darts."

He tapped his silver-handled cane lightly one last time, producing a clear, string-like striking sound:

Please remember—this is a—

He smiled slightly, a smile so gentle it was almost nightmarish:
"Elegant, mutual slaughter."

Si Ming narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding, but he didn't say anything.

Selene muttered a curse under her breath, her claws silently springing out from her fingertips, but she didn't make a move.

They knew very well that this was a theater.

It was a stage designed by Crazy Thirteen himself, and even the breathing frequency in the air was controlled by rules.

Everything is within the law.

To act rashly is to die.

Tang Kejian performed a perfect butler's salute, took half a step back, and stood at the edge of the dartboard.

With a smile on his face, he remained silent and still, like a marionette waiting for the plot to unfold.

Si Ming slowly stepped forward, his expression as restrained as a blade, yet he could not suppress the daring and murderous intent surging in his eyes.

He reached out, opened the silver box, and gently took out a dart.

The dart was icy cold, fitting perfectly to the finger bones, its center of gravity so precise it sent chills down one's spine.

That's not a weapon.

That is the key to the contract.

Selene then stepped forward, bent down, and picked up her dart box.

Her fingertips gently caressed the dart, and her crimson eyes reflected her own smile in the mirror—a smile that held both joy and madness.

She licked her lips and whispered:
"Elegant? Heh... Interesting."

The dart spun in her hand.

The blade reflected the cold light of the crystal chandelier.

A cutting game that allows no emotional interference—

Let's begin.

Cold, precise, and deadly.

There is no justice here.

There is no good or evil.

Only goals, destruction, and winners.

And they are gamblers, hunters, and actors.

He was also a butcher.

Above the mahogany dartboard, the scarlet words "Round One" slowly appeared, like a sharp blade descending from the sky, hovering between the two players. At the same time, the system countdown began:
【30】

【29】

[28]...

Each tick of the numbers felt like a sudden halt in the heartbeat, pressing down on the air and searing the nerves.

Si Ming gripped the dart in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white. He took a deep breath, his gaze not lingering on the dart, but piercing through the slowly rotating organ target, landing on Selene's eyes.

It was a silent transmission.

No mercy.

No hesitation.

There is only one steady and unwavering commitment.

No matter the cost, I will make sure you get out of here alive.

He gently twirled the dart between his fingers, feeling the cool touch of its silver metal surface.

The temperature wasn't like the cold of ordinary metal, but rather like a kind of suppressed calm—a chill that seemed to penetrate to the bone.

On the opposite side, the dartboard is spinning at an extremely slow speed.

It wasn't a random instrument, but rather like a wild beast opening its gaping maw, slowly selecting the most suitable part to be torn apart.

On the target disc, the heart, lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys, stomach, intestines, arterial knots... every part...
They were all marked with meticulously detailed, almost morbidly so gold lines, like a grand and precise map of death.

Each rotation is a silent countdown.

Selene stood to his left, her presence barely perceptible. She held a dart in one hand, her thumb slowly rubbing the handle against her palm, the tip of her fingertips faintly glowing with the red light of a vampire.

Suddenly, she frowned.

The voice was kept extremely low, hoarse and restrained:
"...I can't feel the recovery."

Si Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Vampires are known for their regeneration and immortality. Selene's blood possesses an innate, highly potent healing ability.

This "irreversible" state was tantamount to her being stripped of her divine power from the gods.

Now, she felt utter silence and isolation.

“Here, there is a world-type domain suppressing it,” she said in a low voice, her pupils shrinking slightly. “Life regeneration, wound healing—all of it is blocked.”

Si Ming's heart sank.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the black-clad butler who always wore a smile—Secret Remains No. 9, Tang Kejian.

That smile, upright, steady, and elegant, was as ruthless as an ice sculpture.

Si Ming withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, and walked to the dartboard.

In the dead silence, he spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying a razor-sharp edge:
"Dear referee."

Before we begin—

"I'd like to confirm the game rules in detail."

Tang Kejian maintained his smile, his expression unwavering. He bowed, his hands clasped in front of his chest.

"Of course, esteemed Mr. Gambler."

“In this club, all guests should have the right to know.”

Which specific part of the rules would you like to confirm?

Si Ming narrowed his eyes.

His mind raced, recalling past events with the instinct of a gambler, quickly listing possible loopholes and risks as if examining his cards:
"First, is there a delay in determining the point of impact of the dart? For example—is a glancing blow considered a valid hit?"

Tang Kejian's answer was unhurried, like silk gliding over a sharp blade:

"Only when the target is precisely penetrated and hit the central marked area of ​​the organ region can it be considered a valid hit."

"Those who barely make it will not be scored or have their damage calculated, but will be counted as a failure penalty."

Si Ming nodded slightly, drawing the first red line in his mind—the margin for error is extremely small, and even the slightest deviation will trigger punishment.

"Second, after the hit takes effect, are organ damage points immediately accumulated?"

“That’s right.” Tang Kejian’s smile deepened. “Every time a dart hits and takes effect, the system will immediately record it. Once the dart is thrown, the damage points will be calculated immediately.”

"Third, does organ damage lead to corresponding functional failure? For example, motor impairment, blood loss-induced physical decline, or even impaired rationality?"

"Your deduction is extremely accurate," Tang Kejian said, his tone almost approving.

"In particular, if critical organs such as the lungs, liver, and kidneys fail, it will directly affect breathing, metabolism, and adrenaline secretion... Your throwing stability will be greatly reduced."

Si Ming glanced at Selene and saw her click her tongue softly.

This round will be a precise trial of decreasing precision in a spiral.

The more they fight, the harder it gets.

"Fourth," the Fate Master's voice was calm as still water, "what will be the outcome if fifteen destruction points are not achieved within nine rounds?"

"—A double kill." Tang Kejian answered calmly, his tone as if he were describing an equestrian performance after afternoon tea. "Both sides immediately underwent the ultimate organ explosion procedure, with neither surviving."

Si Ming's lips twitched slightly.

Crazy Thirteen's style remains unchanged.

Finally, he asked softly:
Fifth, is any form of cheating allowed?

Tang Kejian paused for a moment, then smiled and bowed slightly.

"In this club, any act that goes beyond the rules is considered an insult to the spirit of gambling."

"The penalty is to be carried out immediately."

"The result—immediate death."

Si Ming slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

His breathing was slow and deep, like an old gambler examining his last card before sitting down at the table.

In my mind, data flows like cards on a deck.

The target's rotation speed, the arrangement of internal organs, the optimal timing of the throwing trajectory... the possible sequence in which Selene might become incapacitated, fluctuations in her own sanity reserves, the possible frequency of muscle spasms...

Everything, everything, flowed rapidly in that instant.

Then—open your eyes.

Like a blade drawn from its sheath.

A barely perceptible smile curved his lips as he slowly drew the first dart from the silver box.

It was an elegant gesture that was almost provocative.

The silver-gold dart reflected a cold, eerie light under the dim lamplight, so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through the air.

Selene also raised her hand.

Her fingertips lightly brushed the handle of the dart, her red eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerously dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

The arrogance of the vampire queen awakens at this moment.

There was no cowardice, no hesitation.

Only the will to fight.

She whispered softly, almost inaudibly, as if echoing the silent vow the God of Fate had just made:

"Come on, Little Master of Fate."

"Let us bleed together."

Above the mahogany dartboard, the scarlet words "First Round Throw" floated in mid-air, like a signal for the imminent start of some ancient ritual. Countdown begins:
【10】

【9】

[8]...

The air seemed to freeze under the countdown.

The dartboard spun faster and faster, the low hum of the wooden structure rubbing against each other echoing in my ears, like a sleeping beast slowly baring its fangs.

The "heart" area on the target plate is so red it's almost black, like a smiling demon's eye slowly sweeping across the field of vision, waiting for fate's choice in the cycle of reincarnation.

The dart in Si Ming's hand was as heavy as lead. He did not move, but his expression was like a deep valley before a mountain collapse, calm yet full of undercurrents.

There was no hesitation or extraneous emotion in his eyes, only a cold, icy light that seemed to freeze everything.

That's the icy will unique to mad gamblers.

【5】

【4】

【3】

【2】

【1】

[Start—] Click.

A very soft click of a mechanism starting up echoed throughout the hall, like an invisible finger tapping out an execution order.

The dartboard suddenly accelerated.

Red and black intertwine, and the names of organs flash across the field of vision: heart, lungs, spleen, liver, kidneys, intestines... Each rotation is like throwing the choice between life and death onto the scales of fate.

Si Ming's fingertips twitched slightly.

The dart slipped from my hand.

In that instant, the dart shot out like an arrow, slicing through the stagnant air and silently hurtling towards the target.

It wasn't an explosion, nor a roar, but rather an almost elegant cut.

Time seemed to slow down.

The dart seemed to travel along a path that had already been etched in his mind.

Precise and flawless, it resembles the trajectory of a scalpel cutting into a body cavity.

next moment.

Snapped--!
A crisp piercing sound rang out as the dart pierced straight into the edge of the target plate.

[Right kidney area].

The golden inscriptions lit up the moment they hit, like an activated spell.

The target plate trembled slightly, and the projection system immediately emitted a cold warning sound:

[Hit detection: Valid.]

Location: Right kidney

[Destruction Points +3]

At the same time, Selene, who was standing on the other side, groaned and swayed.

A deep red bloodstain seeped from her right side, vivid and spreading rapidly, like a true reflection of an invisible blade piercing through her.

The vampire's body should have healed quickly, but at this moment, blood dripped down without stopping.

Her face paled, but she clenched her teeth and kept her eyes fixed on Siming, without collapsing.

Tang Kejian stood to the side, still smiling, as if he were admiring a skillfully performed ballet.

He exclaimed in a low voice:

"oops."

"How... skillful and precise the puncture."

"Dear Mr. Gambler, your technique is as if it were performed by the most outstanding surgeon."

Si Ming did not respond to him.

He simply withdrew his hand slowly, his shoulders slumped slightly, his chest rose and fell gently, and the cold light remained fixed in his pupils.

He was not killing anyone.

He is placing a bet.

He is fighting against a set of rules constructed with blood as the stake.

The target disk is still rotating.

A system notification sound appeared:
[The second thrower prepares]

[Countdown: 5]

【4】

[3]...

Selene licked her lips, which were now stained with blood. She showed no panic; instead, a dangerously fanatical light shone in her eyes.

She chuckled softly:
"It's my turn, Little Master of Fate."

She didn't wait for the countdown to end.

At the instant of [2], she made her move!
The dart drew a streak of blood between her fingers, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, its force violent and its speed like thunder.
It tore through the air like a ravenous wolf awakening from its slumber, pouncing on its prey with ferocity and precision.

boom!
The dart slammed into the target plate—

[Spleen area]

[Hit detection: Valid.]

[Location: Spleen]

[Destruction Points +3]

Si Ming's body trembled slightly.

It felt as if my side was pierced by some kind of high-heat steel needle, and the tearing pain exploded from the inside out, like a fire burning inside my body.

In just a few seconds, he felt his blood rush out and his breathing pause for a beat.

But he did not fall.

He stood ramrod straight.

Clenching my teeth, I let that familiar burning pain and numbness grow wildly in my nerves.

Tang Kejian clapped his hands gently, his voice so mild it seemed untouched by worldly concerns:
"Wonderful."

"What a delightful collaboration between you two."

"Such swift and decisive action is a perfect combination of gentlemanly and aristocratic qualities."

Si Ming still did not respond.

He only glanced quickly at the numerical display on the stage:
[Current total damage points: 6/15]

[First round ended]

[Rest countdown: 10 seconds]

Ten seconds.

Enough to shed a drop of blood, enough to grit your teeth, enough to clearly see which level of hell you are standing in.

Si Ming and Selian exchanged a glance.

No language is required.

The unspoken understanding between them at this moment is written in blood and in the rules.

A game of mutual slaughter with no redemption, no warmth, and no bystanders.

All they can do is be precise.

It's just cold-blooded.

It's even crazier than the rules set by Crazy Thirteen.

Only those with a heart that never blinks—

Only then can they survive to the end.

The dartboard continued to spin.

A new countdown has quietly begun.

The next round is about to begin.

[Second Round of Throws - Countdown]

【5】

【4】

【3】

【2】

【1】

【start--】

Click!

The gears of the dartboard meshed with a deafening roar, like the clash of sharp blades.

The target disc rotated twice as fast as in the first round, and the organ markings that were previously identifiable now vanished in an instant, turning into a ghostly halo.

Death is like dancing to a rhythm.

Si Ming narrowed his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly. It wasn't from the pain of his wounds, but from a kind of extreme perception arising from the oppressive environment.

But—there was not a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

The dart flicked between his fingers.

At that moment, his movements were so swift as to be almost invisible. The dart flew out of his hand like a meteor falling from the sky, its trajectory through the air like a cold light, striking straight at the spinning target.

The target plate trembled, and the inscriptions in the organ area flashed instantly.

Left lung area

Click——!
The dart struck the center of the target, the sound of it piercing through the air crisp and piercing, like the instant an ice blade pierces flesh.

[Hit Detection: Valid]

[Location: Left lung]

[Destruction Points +3]

Selene, standing opposite, let out a muffled groan.

Her shoulders slumped down, and blood quickly seeped through the fabric below her left breast, sliding down her waistline like ink stains on paper.

Her breath hitched, and after a brief pause, she gritted her teeth and let out a cold laugh.

Even in excruciating pain, she remained standing.

The pride of the vampire princess would not allow her to fall.

Tang Kejian stood to the side, clapping lightly, his movements as elegant as if he were commenting on a pas de deux at a black-and-white ball:

"What a gentlemanly lung perforation."

"Mr. Gambler, your accuracy is truly amazing."

His voice was as gentle as the fingertips playing a zither, but every word seemed to resonate deep within his very bones.

Extremely polite, yet harboring ill intentions.

The target plate was still spinning, the gears were roaring at high speed, and the names of the organs turned into streams of light that flashed by.

The countdown turns to Selene.

【5】

【4】

【3】…

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were as cold as frost blades, and a silent killing intent emanated from her body.

There was no hesitation.

Before the numbers even reached zero, her dart had already been thrown!
The movement was clean and crisp, without any unnecessary curves, relying entirely on instinct and perception.

The dart sliced ​​through the air like a blood-red streak, striking the target directly.

"puff!"

The dart was deeply embedded in an area of ​​the edge of the target.

[Stomach area]

[Hit Detection: Valid]

Location: Stomach

[Destruction Points +2]

Si Ming's body suddenly trembled.

My abdomen felt like it was being torn apart, and a burning sensation, like flames exploding from my body, spread to my limbs and bones.

The excruciating stomach pain radiated down my spine, and cold sweat trickled down my forehead.

He could almost hear the sound of his stomach wall rupturing, as if it were being torn apart from the inside.

But he didn't back down.

Her legs swayed slightly, but she clenched her teeth tightly and looked up at Selene with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

[Current total damage points: 11/15]

Only four points short.

Only one round left.

A single hit is all it takes to fulfill the final condition of this cooperative killing game.

Tang Kejian walked to the dartboard, his movements as gentle as a perfect banquet host.

He bent down and picked up the two darts that had been thrown, carefully wiping away the bloodstains with his snow-white gloves, and neatly placed them back into the silver box.

He smiled slightly, his voice low and dangerous, like a whistle in the dark:
"What a wonderful process."

"Amidst the tearing and wailing, the ultimate collaboration and trust were revealed."

"Truly...the most endearing aspect of human nature."

His gaze suddenly shifted to Si Ming, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The tone was slow and low, like a hunting dog whispering in your ear:

"but--"

"Final blow."

"Someone always has to choose to betray."

He paused, lowering his voice as if a devil were whispering the terms of the deal in his ear:

"Or……"

"Would you choose to carry this burden?"

Si Ming stood motionless in front of the dartboard.

He still held the last dart in his right hand, his palm already stained red with blood seeping from his abdomen, the blood trickling between his fingers.

A few drops of red, indistinguishable in color under the dim yellow light, splashed onto the mahogany floor.

The target disc continued to spin at high speed, like the wheel of fate, roaring incessantly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Only the sound of a heartbeat echoed softly in the hall.

Selene stood opposite him.

The wound on his chest had not yet scabbed over, and the bloodstains on his clothes had not yet dried.

She looked at him.

There was no doubt or resentment in his eyes, only a sarcastic yet gentle smile.

That was the pride of the vampire princess, and also a gambler's final entrustment to another gambler.

As if to say:

"Little Master of Fate."

"No matter what you choose."

"I won't blame you."

[Third Round of Throws - Countdown]

【10】

【9】

【8】…

The dart was as cold as iron in my palm.

The Fate Master's fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but because—

He had to make a choice.

This shot.

It can pierce Selene's heart, directly reaching the destruction limit, and survive alone.

Alternatively, one could choose to throw the object into a non-lethal area, even if it results in a backlash, allowing the other party to suffer damage and thus enabling her to survive.

This was a choice that needed no words.

This is a rupture from body to soul.

This is not a game of numbers.

This is the dissection of the soul.

This was a gambler's truly all-or-nothing gamble.

Betrayal is the instinct of those seeking survival;

Carrying burdens is the gambler's fate.

(End of this chapter)