Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 461 Beyond the Bullets
"The biggest bullet on the gambling table."

It wasn't hidden inside the chamber.
Rather, it's in the hands of those who manipulate the rules.

—From "The Gambler's Handwritten Notes"

——Click.

A second, crisp, blank shot rang out in the carriage.

The scarred cowboy slowly exhaled, grinned, and slammed the revolver onto the table.

"It seems that God is on my side."

The glow of the RGB pool on the desktop quickly receded, and the points flowed back to his name, with green numbers flashing.

[Cowboy Mark Fairwhale: 22 points]

He reached out and adjusted the brim of his hat, his gaze fixed coldly on Si Ming.

"New guy, you're really something. All you know is to call one cent. Are you afraid of bullets? Or... do you just not have the guts to play at this table?"

His words were barbed, mocking, yet utterly contemptuous.

Lou Wei, with his thick beard, laughed loudly, his heavy beard trembling like a wild boar that had been smoked with blood and wine.

"Coward, coward! He doesn't even dare to go for a two-pointer, how has a guy like that survived this long?"

The cowboy nodded, adding fuel to the fire: "Yeah, why don't you be the banker? Or at least try it out? You only lose one life anyway."

Their words were like poisonous needles, stabbing Si Ming round after round, trying to pry open his composure and make him follow their rhythm.

But Si Ming simply held up her wine glass and took a small sip.

The amber-colored liquor shimmered, but his expression was as if he were watching a boring play.

In the third round, the cowboy placed his bet. Siming simply pushed forward one chip, saying casually, "I call."

In the fourth round, the bearded man tried to take the banker's spot, then turned around and taunted, "Watch me play a real game, learn something." He survived and reclaimed his points, laughing triumphantly. Si Ming? He still only followed by one point.

No matter how provocative their words were, Si Ming remained calm and composed.

—The gambler's first principle: For games you don't understand, always observe first.

When the fourth round ended, Si Ming finally raised his eyes and looked at the revolver on the table with a half-smile.

The gun, gleaming with a cold light, seemed to flash with an unnatural glint in his eyes.

The magazine? It spins too smoothly. The trigger? The clicks are subtly consistent.

Si Ming sighed softly in his heart.

This is no ordinary revolver; it is a creation of their secrets.

In other words, in each round, these two people not only hold the chips and the gun, but also control the "number of bullets".

This is a fake gambling game.

They had already joined forces and were now invincible.

The lights inside the carriage flickered slightly, and the air suddenly became heavy.

Si Ming's gaze fell on the two smiling faces, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"I see."

—The situation is fraught with danger.

The lights in the bar van flickered between the three men, reflecting the pile of chips on the table like a cold hourglass.

In this round, Luo Wei is the bookmaker.

He grinned, his thick beard trembling, and with a heavy push, scored two points.

"The rule is, the dealer goes first."

Hua Fei flicked the brim of his cowboy hat with his fingertip and casually pushed one out.

"One point, follow."

Si Ming narrowed his eyes, seemingly finally getting impatient, and slammed down two chips.

"I'm raising my bet."

Luo Wei's eyes flashed, and he pushed the ball to the basket.

"Okay, I'll follow."

His total bets: three-tenths.

At this moment, Hua Fei smiled, raised his fingertip, and pushed the ball directly to three points.

"I'll make it a little more exciting, three points."

His total amount: four cents.

Si Ming stared at the lottery pool, his eyes twitching, his teeth clenched, like a gambler pushed to the limit, and pushed down four coins.

"I'll see this through to the end!"

His total: six cents.

The air was so tense you could almost hear your own breathing.

Hua Fei and Luo Wei exchanged a glance. The next moment, Luo Wei grinned maliciously and pushed, shoving the five-cent maximum bet into the pot.

"The dealer is the biggest!"

His total: eight cents.

With the rules laid out before him, no matter how resentful Si Ming was, he could only grit his teeth and throw four points into the prize pool, bringing the total to ten.

—The numbers in the lottery pool suddenly lit up:
[Luo Wei 8 points + Hua Fei 8 points + Si Ming 10 points = 26 points]

A flash of green light appeared on the table, and a six-round revolver materialized out of thin air, rolling onto the table. The cold metallic luster reflected everyone's faces.

Lowe reached for the revolver, its heavy weight making his smile grow even wilder. "Looks like this shot was worth it."

He pressed the gun to his temple, his movements calm to the point of arrogance.

—Click! First shot, miss.

—Click! The second shot, still misses.

Luo Wei grinned, his gaze sweeping over Si Ming, revealing a mocking sneer.

"Scared, kid?"

The air suddenly tightened, and the moment the trigger was pulled for the third time, the entire carriage seemed to hold its breath.

——Click!
The third shot missed.

——Click!
The fourth shot missed again.

——Click!
The fifth shot missed again.

The deathly silence instantly exploded as Luo Wei burst into laughter, tossed the revolver back onto the table, and slammed his hands on the surface, making a loud thud.

"Haha! See that? That's my luck!"

Twenty-six points in the prize pool were instantly transferred to his name.

The score of the Fate Master suddenly dropped to 12 points, as if his health bar had been completely emptied.

Luo Wei grabbed a handful of his beard, looked at Si Ming triumphantly, and his lips curled into a mocking smile:
"Kid, you're nothing but a coward! You played a few rounds with us, lost twenty, and didn't learn anything."

Hua Fei also shook his head, his tone carrying the pity of a victor treating a clumsy prey:

"Newbie, after two or three more rounds, you can automatically 'get off the bus.' Game Over."

Siming, whose score was dangerously low, suddenly changed his expression, a hint of panic appearing in his eyes. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, and he looked like a small animal cornered.

The new dealer position was passed to him. According to the rules, he only needed to place a two-point bet to test the waters.

But Si Ming slammed three chips on the table, his eyes fierce and impatient:

"Three points!"

With a snap, the sound of the chips clanging carried suppressed rage.

Hua Fei and Luo Wei exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on their lips at the same time.

That was the hunter's laugh when he realized his prey had finally lost its composure.

They knew in their hearts that their prey had fallen into a trap.

Chips flew across the table.

"I'm raising the bet!"

"I'll follow!"

"I'll add more!"

Hua Fei and Luo Wei went back and forth, like two venomous snakes coiling around their prey, forcing Si Ming to retreat step by step between the gambling tables.

The veins on Siming's forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth, like a gambler driven mad, constantly throwing out chips.

--Snapped!

The last chip fell, gleaming coldly.

[Si Ming: Bet 12 points]

In the deathly silence, Luo Wei chuckled sinisterly, while Hua Fei licked her lips.

"You've finally been driven to a dead end."

A revolver appeared out of thin air in the center of the round table, its six-round black chamber slowly rotating, carrying a chilling whisper of death.

In this round, Si Ming, acting as the banker, bet five cents.

He had to fire five shots.

A crimson light flashed in Hua Fei's eyes, and a black, mysterious card appeared in his palm. The card flipped in the air, flashing with chilling words:
[Death Revolver and Gambling Maniac]

Rule 1: The Death Revolver game is started with three players.

Rule 2: Players bet 1-5 points to determine how many times they need to pull the trigger.

Rule 3 (for holder only): The holder of this card may decide how many bullets (1–5) are loaded into the revolver. The number cannot be 0, and cannot be 6.

Hua Fei's lips curled into a cruel smile, his voice low and menacing, like the cold forked tongue of a snake:
"This round, five bullets. The chamber is almost entirely filled with live ammunition."

He leaned down, his gaze fixed on Si Ming's white clown mask, as if trying to see the expression on the other's face before death.

"In my domain, there is no room for luck with the Death Revolver. Even if you are above the Star Calamity, you will still die obediently at my gambling table."

Si Ming's breathing became rapid, his eyes glazed over, and he seemed to be locked up by invisible rules.

He slowly reached out one hand and grasped the revolver on the table.

With his other hand pressed firmly against the table, his knuckles turning white, he was desperately trying to stop it.

But it didn't work.

"Click..."

The cold, metallic feel of the pistol was already pressed against his temple.

His hand moved out of control, and his thumb slowly pressed down on the trigger.

The first shot—is about to be fired.

"At the gambling table, no one can defy the rules. Even a god can be forced to pull the trigger."

—From *The Mysterious Gambler's Notebook*

(End of this chapter)