Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 450 The Queen's Game on the Roulette
"Dice, chips, roulette, fortune and fate spin together."

At Harrens's gambling table, even breathing is a bet.

—From *The Abyss of Gambling: An Introduction to the Beginning*

In the main hall of the casino, the seven heirs dispersed in twos and threes, each searching for their prey.

Si Ming hunched his shoulders, his eyes darting behind his thick-rimmed glasses, his fingers unconsciously drawing numbers in the air. Occasionally, he muttered softly, "Thirty-six squares... eighteen red... eighteen black..."

To outsiders, he was like a morbid freak.

Fat Hack, however, strode along, his gold rings jingling, and he would occasionally slap the table and laugh loudly.
"Haha! I'm going to win all your money today, eat meat and drink wine! Come on, who dares to gamble with me?!"

His coarse manner instantly drew countless disgusted glances.

Sure enough, a cold and beautiful figure stepped out from the crowd.

Elena, the silver-haired noblewoman, has long, gleaming silver hair, long, slender fingers, and an innate regal aura in her demeanor.

She covered her nose, as if the stench of money emanating from Huck could pollute the air.

A smile played on her lips, her voice filled with condescending disdain: "Hark, you're always so rude and vulgar, and now you've brought along a burden? Is this the confidence you have to place your bets?"

Instead of getting angry, Hack laughed and patted Siming on the shoulder triumphantly: "What a joke! This is a math genius professor I hired at a high price. Although he's a bit strange, his ability to calculate numbers is unparalleled."

"A mathematical genius?" Elena chuckled lightly, her silver fingernails tapping lightly on the table. She said coldly,

"When did Harrens become a good student? But... it's quite interesting."

She raised her hand, flicked her finger, and pointed to the roulette table in the center of the hall.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."

The air suddenly became quiet.

At the gambling table, a light screen illuminated, displaying simple words:

Three-Stage Roulette: Rules Explained

Phase 1 (first 5 rounds): Take turns betting, and calling the opponent's bet is prohibited.

Phase Two (6–20 rounds): The chip leader becomes the champion and can set a "fortress number" each round, which opponents are prohibited from entering.

Phase 3 (Rounds 21–23): Decisive Rounds. Each player may place a maximum of three bets per round, with each bet consisting of at least 100 chips. The reigning champion retains their privileges, but is no longer prohibited from calling.

The screen flickered, and the last sentence appeared:

The one with the most chips wins.

Hack grinned, glancing at Siming with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

The God of Fate mechanically repeated: "Roulette... thirty-six slots... zero, zero zero..."

The voice was monotonous, as if confirming the world he saw.

Elena gracefully took her seat, her fingers lightly tapping the table, as if she had already pronounced her opponent's fate.

—Phase One, Beginning.

"My intuition never lies."

Elena gently raised her chin, her voice cold and elegant, like a queen giving a judgment.

In the first round of betting, she didn't hesitate to place five precise numbers.

Each chip lands on a solitary, isolated spot, like a shotgun bullet beneath her slender fingers.

Hack hesitated for a moment, wiped the sweat from his brow with his fat hand, and glanced at Siming.

“…two, three…eight…thirteen…nineteen to twenty-four…cover, cover…”

Si Ming murmured in a low, mechanical voice, like a phonograph that had stuck.

Huck gritted his teeth and, following the number given by the oracle, pushed down twelve scattered chips, placing small, multiple bets in a covering pattern.

—The steel ball falls into the plate.

The whooshing spinning sound made people hold their breath, and finally, the steel ball stopped with a click.

The result light up.

Elena's five precise bets hit the mark.

Her 40 chips instantly turned into 200, a payout of 20 times.

Of Hacker's twelve scattered bets, only a small portion were placed near the numbers, resulting in a net loss of 20.

Elena smiled gracefully, as if watching a clown's clumsy performance.

second round.

The God of Fate began to count more precisely: "...seventeen to twenty-two...zero...note the zero..."

Hack then pressed down on the small amount of coverage.

The steel ball stopped, and as expected, it landed in the area predicted by the God of Fate.

Harker's payout turned positive, finally recovering some of the losses.

But Elena still managed to hit the target.

Her accurate single-point betting once again yielded a substantial payout.

The third and fourth rounds.

The situation fluctuated, and Haq barely managed to maintain a positive number with the help of the oracle's numerical hints.

But Elena consistently hit at least one precise number, and her chips snowballed.

By the end of the fourth round, she had a significant chip lead.

"...something's wrong."

Si Ming lowered his head, but his eyes remained fixed on Elena through his thick glasses.

Each time a steel ball is placed into the dish, she taps the table lightly with her index finger.

Different frequencies, subtle rhythms.

If this were just a personal habit, it would be a fixed routine; but she does it differently every time.

The fifth round.

The steel ball had just been inserted and was still spinning wildly when Si Ming suddenly spoke in a low voice:
"twenty-three."

Hack was startled. The steel ball was still rolling. How could he dare to call out the number in advance?
The voice of the God of Fate repeated itself, mechanically and strangely: "Twenty-three... fingers... fingers... she is tapping her fingers."

Hark suddenly realized, his face turning bright red, and roared, "Damn it! Elena, you're cheating!"

Elena smiled gently and tapped the table with her fingertips.

Her silver hair shimmered under the light, and her eyes were as cold as ice.
“Harker, you’re still as crude as ever. We’re the Harrens, after all. At this gambling table, everything is allowed except for trickery. When did you become so ‘kind’?”

The results of the fifth round are in.

Sure enough—it was on her precise numbers again.

Huck's anger almost burst through his thick face, but it was all over.

The first phase, consisting of five rounds, has concluded.

Silver Queen Elena, with an overwhelming chip lead, became the champion.

Si Ming lowered his head, the light reflected from his glasses obscuring his eyes.

But a cryptic smile played at the corners of his lips.

“The champion’s power,” Elena said, raising her chin slightly, her voice icy, “is to clean up the chessboard so the clown has nowhere to attack.”

As the sixth round began, she tapped her long index finger on the table, decisively announcing:

"—Number 15, the champion's note."

Instantly, number 15 and the eight adjacent squares on the betting table all lit up red, turning into a restricted area.

"Challenger, place your bet," the light screen prompts.

Huck was furious, his all-encompassing betting strategy, which had been his only chance to turn the tide, suddenly lost an entire area.

Si Ming stared at that forbidden area, but a slight glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

He murmured under his breath, "...Fifteen...restricted area...twelve squares...coverage reduced by thirty-one percent..."

The sound was mechanical and monotonous, as if it were just a digital freak that never looked up.

Harker gritted his teeth and placed his bets, the small bets scattered across the board.

When the results came out, Elena's fortress number 15 was a sure hit.

She won with nonchalance, as if it were a matter of course.

In the following rounds, the situation was almost one-sided.

In the seventh round, she gracefully tapped her index finger on the table, locking in the fortress number "Number Nine".

In the eighth round, she tapped twice and announced with a cold laugh, "Number twenty-seven."

In each round, she seemed to have already foreseen the outcome.

And the results proved her arrogance time and time again—precise single-point shots hit the mark repeatedly.

Elena's chips were piled up like a small mountain, while Hack was barely breaking even thanks to Si Ming's tips. However, under the pressure of the champion's privilege, he could only retreat to the periphery betting with low odds such as red and black, and odd and even.

The gap in chips widened rapidly.

After ten rounds, Elena had a lead of over a thousand chips over Hack.

Elena tapped her long, slender fingers lightly on the table, a cold smile playing on her lips:

“Look at yourself now, Huck. Vulgar, tasteless, and with a freak in tow. It’s ridiculous.”

A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, which she then coldly looked away from.

In her heart, contempt and anger intertwined.

If it weren't for this damned "battle for succession," she would have been the de facto head of the family long ago.

She controls over 80% of the legal entertainment industry, and her casinos span dozens of worlds. In those worlds where legal gambling is rampant, she is known as the "Silver Queen".

She has never lost, whether in business competition or at the gambling table.

—Besides being in this foolish family, they are also forced to share a gambling table with these filthy scumbags.

She loathed Huck. Loathed his fat body and greasy laughter.

I despise his coarse manner and feel he is unworthy to stand at the same gambling table as me.

Every precise bet she placed felt like crushing Harker, hurling her resentment and hatred at him.

“You’re nothing but a piece of trash that deserves to be laughed at, Hack.”

Elena uttered a cold remark.

Huck's face turned bright red, and his fat hands gripped the chips tightly.

He understood that after these rounds, he and Si Ming had been cornered.

Elena's index finger continued to tap the table gently and rhythmically.

Each strike seemed to proclaim: This game belongs to the Silver Queen.

—In the second stage, Elena took an overwhelming lead.

The atmosphere in the casino was becoming increasingly oppressive.

Elena's chips have grown into a small mountain, while Haak's chips are like a collapsing sand dune.

Siming remained hunched over, his eyes darting around, his mouth mechanically muttering, "...zero...thirty-six squares...no, no..."

Everyone else thought he was a useless freak, but only Huck had a vague feeling that this freak was waiting for an opportunity.

Just then, a waiter dressed as a bunny girl walked by carrying a tray. On the tray was a bottle of golden amber whiskey, which was quite valuable.

The God of Fate suddenly "lost control".

He jerked violently, his hands flailing wildly, and he knocked over the tray.

"Snapped--!"

The whiskey bottle shattered, and the golden liquid splashed all over Huck, soaking his gold ring and shirt.

Hakten stood up abruptly, his face flushed red. He was about to roar when he saw the look in Siming's eyes as he looked up.

That gaze was calm and sharp, instantly making Huck understand something.

The next moment, Huck immediately switched gears, roaring angrily, "You piece of trash! You damned idiot!"

His face was contorted with rage as he slammed his left fist hard on the roulette table, making the steel balls clang loudly.

Si Ming immediately lowered his head, like a child who had been scolded and was afraid, shrinking into the chair and not daring to make a sound.

The waiters hurriedly cleaned up the mess, and the casino quickly returned to order.

However, after this chaos, the rhythm of the gambling table quietly changed.

—Next round, the steel ball is placed into the plate.

Huck no longer stared intently at the result as before, but instead imitated the rude gambler, slamming his fist on the table and shouting, making the table vibrate with each slam.

This tremor was precisely the hint given by the God of Fate. The mysterious realm [Abyss of Gambling Depravity] forbids the power of mystery, but it does not restrict these "harassing behaviors prohibited in real casinos".

Hack's rude slam on the table disrupted Elena's carefully controlled "finger-tapping rhythm."

When the results came out, Elena's precise fortress numbers were... empty.

In the second round, the steel balls are put back into the dish.

Hack continued to slam his fist on the table, causing the steel ball's trajectory to completely deviate.

Elena missed again, while Hack, incredibly lucky, managed to get a perfect score, doubling his winnings.

In the third round, the same rudeness occurred, and the steel ball landed in an unexpected spot.

Elena's face turned ashen; she had gained nothing in three consecutive rounds.

Huck, with his arms crossed and head thrown back, laughed heartily, his fat jiggling like a triumphant gambler.

"Hahaha! See that? That's what you call luck! Even the heavens know I'm destined to win!"

Elena stared coldly, her long, silvery-white hair shimmering like snow.

Her eyes were filled with suppressed anger, but she still forced a cold laugh: "Just a brute who has gotten his way."

She gently raised her chin, as if reminding herself: the queen would not contend with a barbarian.

—But the gap on the table is slowly narrowing.

[Final Stage - Round 21]

The screen flickered, and the numbers in the center of the gambling table shone brightly. One by one, cold, impersonal prompts appeared:

— A maximum of three bets per round.

— Each bet must be at least one hundred chips.

—The champion's privileges continue.

The air suddenly froze, as if even breathing was being taken into account.

Elena slightly raised her chin, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her index finger continued to tap on the table, but this time, she didn't deliberately change the frequency.

no need.

She thought coldly to herself.

The rules of "Gambling Abyss" are clear: the winner takes all.

As long as she maintains a chip lead, even by just one chip, she will win all the chips.

Hack?

That vulgar good-for-nothing is now far behind in terms of resources.

He has to bet everything on three rounds; he must hit the exact numbers in every round to have any chance of catching up.

Therefore, all she needs to do is defend.

The champion's privileges are flashing.

Elena's slender fingers fell, and she announced in a cold voice: "--This round, the champion's note: number seventeen."

As she announced it, number seventeen and the eight squares around it all lit up red, becoming an untouchable restricted area.

Hack's face turned red, and his hands trembled uncontrollably on the table.

A large number of precise betting positions were instantly eliminated.

He had three chances, but was forced to bet on odds of odds for both single and double, and red and black, which had pitifully low odds on the outside.

—The steel ball is placed into the plate.

With a clanging sound, the steel ball wobbled and jumped, finally landing steadily on number seventeen.

Inside the restricted area.

Elena slowly raised her eyelids, a queen-like cold smile playing on her lips.

Hacker's three bets all failed, resulting in a complete loss.

Her intuition, like an invincible business empire, is ruthless and precise.

—In the decisive first round, Elena held onto her lead.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive.

Hack's stack of chips was clearly a level lower than Elena's, and it seemed as if it could be completely swallowed up at any moment.

Elena slowly stood up, her slender fingers lightly sweeping across the chips, her eyes sharp and disdainful.

“Two more rounds.” She spoke coldly, her tone like a judge issuing a verdict: “Harker, you and everything you have will become part of my assets.”

Her silver hair shimmered in the light, like a crown.

Her voice was cold, like an inevitable destiny.

—A declaration of certain victory.

At the gambling table, a glint flashed in Si Ming's glasses, but no one saw it.

[Winning the Second Round]

With the whispered hint from the oracle, Huck gritted his teeth and placed one of his three bets on a rare, unpopular number.

The steel ball spun and fell, and he hit it precisely!
The chips increased slightly, causing an uproar among the audience.

But... this small gain is not enough to reverse the situation.

The gap remains as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Behind Si Ming's glasses, his eyes gleamed slightly, but he remained silent.

Elena glanced at it gracefully and sneered, "A futile struggle."

She knew that math was simple.

In the final round, the odds for all numbers were insufficient to bridge this huge gap.

There are only two squares—

0, and 00.

The probability? Less than one in ten thousand.

Hark, on the other hand, had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

[Winning the Third Round]

Elena's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, the cold sound echoing in the hall:
"—Warrior's Note: 0."

The 0 on the roulette wheel and the surrounding eight squares instantly became a restricted area.

A cruel smile played on her lips: "The game is over, Huck. You lost. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance—that number, I've left it to you."

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone understood that this was the Queen's final verdict.

—Harker's only option is 00.

Hack was sweating profusely, his chubby face was flushed red, and his hands were trembling like fat meat in the wind.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Si Ming.

Si Ming lowered his head, mechanically repeating, "00...00...00..."

The voice was strange, like urging someone on, or like a spell.

Huck took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his brow, and forcefully pushed down three bets—

Put all the bets on 00.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and his obese body almost slumped in the chair, like a prisoner waiting to die.

The steel balls are placed into the tray.

The whooshing sound of spinning broke the silence.

The steel balls bounced and collided, clanging and jingling as they moved between the number ranges.

Instead of counting down as usual, Si Ming stared intently at Elena.

—Her fingers tapped lightly on the table again.

Siming's eyes narrowed, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

A dead horse is treated as a live doctor!

He tried to recall the rhythm he had observed in those rounds, and his stiff fingers began to mimic the tapping.

"Tap...tap tap...tap..."

At first, he was clumsy and awkward, but gradually, he felt a strange feedback—

The trajectory of the steel ball seemed to tremble slightly in rhythm with him.

At that moment, it was as if an invisible thread was pulling him from his fingertips to the small silver ball.

Elena keenly noticed it.

She snorted coldly, her face darkening, and she increased the pressure on her fingers, making the rhythm faster and more ruthless.

The steel ball suddenly began to bounce more violently, like a sprite being pulled between their fingertips.

To others, their fingers were merely tapping meaninglessly.
But in reality it is—

An invisible struggle, a fight for "control" over steel balls!

The steel ball bounced wildly, dancing between red and black, making a sharp clanging sound, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Cold sweat beaded on Si Ming's forehead, his fingers never stopping.
A cold smile appeared on Elena's lips.

—The steel ball gradually slows down.

It moved away from the area where 00 was located and rolled into the slot of number 1.

Elena's lips curled into a smile, her eyes filled with disdain:

"He's just a beginner, yet he dares to show off his limited skills in front of me."

The steel ball stopped, almost signaling a death sentence.

Huck slumped in the chair, too afraid to open his eyes.

at this time--

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Si Ming raised his hand, making a desperate gamble, and slammed down with his palm.

The vibrations spread along the gambling table.

The steel ball suddenly sprang up, like a startled silver sprite.

Dancing wildly between number 1 and number 13!
Everyone held their breath, as if time had been stretched to its limit.

Finally, the steel ball traced an arc in the air.
Slowly and steadily, it fell into that seemingly impossible square.

00.

silence.

Then, an explosive uproar!
Si Ming slammed his hands on the table, laughing mechanically like an out-of-control autistic child: "Hahahaha! 00! 00!"

The thick glasses reflected the light, obscuring the fleeting sharpness in his eyes.

Huck suddenly opened his eyes, and upon seeing the result, he froze for a moment, then jumped up from his chair like a madman.
He roughly picked up the bunny girl beside him, his fat body jiggling as he laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! I won! I won!!"

The chips poured in instantly, Hacker's stack nearly doubled, while Elena's mountain of chips collapsed in the face of the numbers.

Elena's eyes widened, her silver hair fell loose, and her lips trembled.

She looked at the results three times in disbelief.

00.

Irrefutable.

She slumped back into the luxurious chair, as if her soul had been ripped out in an instant.

Her silhouette was no longer that of a silver-white queen.

Instead, she was an aging, decrepit woman.

What she lost was not just the chips, but a defeat she had never experienced before in her life.

"The Queen's intuition, honed through countless trials, was ultimately shattered by an 'impossible' miracle."

Outside the gambling table, that's called luck.

"At the gambling table, that's fate."

—From *The Abyss of Gambling: Final Commentary*

(End of this chapter)