Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 462 Beneath the Yellow Robe, Reality and Illusion

Chapter 462 Beneath the Yellow Robe, Reality and Illusion (Bonus chapter for reader Fatty is Safe)
The dice had already been thrown, and the gun barrel was already filled.

But in the theater of lies, even bullets can turn into nothingness.

—From "The Play of Impermanence: Fragments"

Si Ming pressed the heavy revolver against his temple.

The cold steel penetrated through the skin, as if pressing directly against the brain.

Sweat soaked the grip, and my index finger was tightly pressed against the trigger.

Across the table, Hua Fei grinned, his expression menacing.

"Come on, Joker. Six chambers, five bullets. How many lives do you have to gamble?"

The air was dead.

All the breaths, heartbeats, and tension froze in that instant.

——Bada!
The first crisp metallic sound rang out.

Empty gun.

Hua Fei's eyes twitched, then her eyes crinkled with laughter.

"Interesting, interesting! The first shot missed, so the next five shots will all be live ammunition! Haha!"

Si Ming let out a soft breath, a slight smile playing on his lips, and murmured to himself:

"Joy and sorrow are both fleeting, and the script is ever-changing."

"...What?" Hua Fei frowned, not understanding what he meant.

boom!
Second sound.

Still no shot.

"--impossible!"

Hua Fei suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the revolver.

He clearly set the rules in the Secret Card to five bullets with no empty slots!

Si Ming raised his head, his mask turning yellow under the light, the cracks twisting into a maniacal laugh.

Behind him, a tattered yellow robe seemed to flutter in the air, with whispers faintly audible.

"You clearly set up five live rounds, right?"
Perhaps... you've misremembered?

Hua Fei's throat tightened, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

boom! boom! boom!
The third, fourth, and fifth shots.

All of them were empty guns.

Silence, dead silence.

Si Ming released his grip and casually tossed the revolver onto the table.

With a thud, the gun rolled to the side, as if nothing had happened.

The large screen flashes as points are updated.

[Si Ming: 39]

[Huafei: 12]

Si Ming leaned back, gently shook his wrist, and smiled faintly:
"It seems I've won this round."

"—You cheated!"

Luo Wei suddenly stood up, his face ashen, grabbed Si Ming by the collar, and roared as he lifted him from his seat.

The air instantly tensed up again.

Luo Wei's knuckles turned white, and his veins bulged as he gritted his teeth and gripped Si Ming's collar tightly.

However, the touch was incredibly light—

It was as if he was referring not to a person, but to a wisp of mist.

"What……?"

He growled.

The next instant, the mist dissipated, and Si Ming's figure vanished without a trace.

In the moment of his stunned silence, he heard the soft clinking of glasses.

Luo Wei turned his head sharply and saw that Si Ming was already sitting next to him, leisurely raising a glass of wine, a smile on his lips, looking at them indifferently.

"You are also above the Star Calamity level, aren't you?"

His tone was sarcastic, as if he were mocking their scheme.

"Since when... did you start thinking that the Planetary Calamity would obediently follow the rules?"

The air fell silent instantly.

Hua Fei's face turned pale and then flushed, and Luo Wei subconsciously took a half step back.

But Si Ming, like introducing a distinguished guest at a banquet, raised his glass slowly and deliberately:
"Joy and sorrow are all illusory, the king in yellow robes."

He uttered the name in a low voice.

Behind him, the phantom-like tattered yellow robes fluttered slightly, like a curtain being lifted, and eerie whispers poured into their ears from the void.

"It is my master mystery, the supreme destiny system."

Under the shadow of the yellow robe, Si Ming's eyes seemed to be veiled with a manic smile.

He slowly put down his wine glass, shook his head, and sighed softly.

"My secret is very simple."

"It can alter a script that was bound to happen."

"The cause and the result remain unchanged."

"It only changed the process."

His fingers tapped lightly on the revolver on the table, producing a crisp sound.
"For example, I transferred the process of a game with only one bullet to myself."

And that revolver [loaded with five bullets]... will appear in the next round, or the round after that.

Si Ming raised his eyes, his smile deepening:
"No matter how you bet."

The wine swirls gently in the glass, reflecting the bizarre curve of his face beneath his mask, a mixture of crying and laughing.

His tone, however, carried an almost playful provocation:
"Now, are you interested in continuing the game?"

Hua Fei and Luo Wei looked at each other, a chill running down their spines.

—The positions of hunter and prey have quietly reversed.

The air was stagnant and lifeless.

Hua Fei's smile had already faded.

The custom clauses he added to his mysterious domain were meant to make him invincible—the number of bullets in his revolver was entirely up to him.

But he forgot the most important point: he didn't include a clause for quitting midway.

Once you're at the gambling table, the game must continue unless someone completely loses all their points.

"Humph……"

Hua Fei gave a resentful snort, raised the revolver, opened the chamber again, checked it, closed it again, stared at Si Ming, and whispered:

"Then let's continue. I refuse to believe your luck can stay so incredible forever." Si Ming merely took a sip of wine, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"Yes, sometimes I'm even jealous of my own good luck."

There's nothing I can do; it's a gambling game... I've never lost.

His casual remark sent a chill down Hua Fei's spine.

—The game has been restarted.

Huafei, the bookmaker, has a base bet of 2 cents.

Luo Wei nodded and bet 1 point.

Si Ming, however, was completely unreasonable and directly pushed the score down by 4 points.

"...Four points?"

Luo Wei raised an eyebrow and looked at Si Ming suspiciously.

His gaze then shifted to Hua Fei, his expression meaningful.

Hua Fei's heart tightened; he had a gut feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

Si Ming interrupted their eye contact with a smile:
"Oh, right, I forgot to add something earlier."

"After the King in Yellow materializes, my secrets allow me to rewrite the script every round."

His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, the sound like a death knell.

“Bad cards, here you go.”

I'll keep the good cards for myself.

Even if you never dare to fight, Five Guns' 'bad script' will only accumulate and fall on your heads.

And your points... will only be taken away, one point at a time.

Si Ming's gaze was sharp as a knife, locking onto Hua Fei as if he were looking at a beast destined to be slaughtered.

"How will you recover your losses then?"

Hua Fei gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Si Ming was right—in this kind of gamble, the side with less money will eventually be worn down.

It has to end quickly. Should he try the revolver? Hua Fei stared at Si Ming's bet on the table: 4 points. This meant he needed to choose at least 4 or 5 points to reclaim the house. And this guy would probably bet exactly 4 points every round, forcing his side to choose 5 points. Five rounds in a row! Even if he set his live ammunition to 1, the opponent would probably replace it with 5. Damn it.

However, the first rule of the game is that three people must participate.

He suddenly looked at Luo Wei.

Luo Wei understood immediately, his breath caught in his throat, and he suddenly pushed the chip forward.

"—Five points!"

The atmosphere at the table suddenly exploded.

Si Ming clapped softly, his laughter low and eerie:
"Beautiful, no wonder they are a family."

"To his master... he is indeed utterly loyal."

Hua Fei's face suddenly stiffened.

Luo Wei's shoulders trembled, but he did not refute.

Yes, dependents.

Si Ming had already seen through it just now—

Lowe is not even above the Star Calamity.

He was merely a member of Hua Fei's family, which is why the two of them worked together so seamlessly.

Luo Wei took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly raised the revolver, pressing the cold muzzle against his temple.

—Tick-tock.

The air inside the carriage felt heavier than bullets.

First shot – empty.

The second shot—BOOM!

The loud bang almost shattered the air in the entire train car.

A bloody hole suddenly burst open in Luo Wei's temple. The excruciating pain made him let out a low roar. He gritted his teeth and managed to hold on so that he wouldn't fall.

"Roar--!"

With his last ounce of will, he summoned his own secret—

A giant gorilla covered in steel bristles roared out from behind him, smashing the roof of the car with its fists, causing the sheet metal to flip up.

But the bullets were like a curse, showing no mercy.

The remaining four shots seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, piercing straight through the giant ape's body, tearing through flesh and bone, with not a single one missing its mark.

The gorilla's chest was riddled with holes, and it collapsed into smoke with a bang.

Lowe's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could scream again, all the bullets exploded in his head at the same time.

"boom--!"

He collapsed stiffly, a wisp of white smoke rising from his body.

Immediately afterwards, a gambling table image formed by shadows appeared behind Hua Fei.

—The figure of the bearded man, Luo Wei, was dragged and fell into the illusion of the gambling table, where he was completely annihilated.

【game over】

All of Luo Wei's points turned into points of light and flowed onto Hua Fei and Siming's scoreboards.

Hua Fei's eyes were sinister as she stared intently at Si Ming, gritting her teeth.
"Damn it... It takes twenty-four hours for the resurrection of the familiars! Kid, you ruined my plans."

He grinned maliciously and raised his hands.

Two cowboy revolvers, their black muzzles pointed at Si Ming.

"Then pay for it with your life!"

He whispered a mysterious incantation:

"The Destruction Revolver That Breaks Through Calamity".

boom!boom!
So fast that it's difficult to see with the naked eye.

Before Si Ming could even see his movements clearly, the first bullet whizzed past his cheek.

The second bullet instantly pierced Si Ming's left palm, and blood mist exploded outwards.

Si Ming groaned, his shoulders jolted, and he was pinned to the chair.

Inside the carriage, the smell of gunpowder and blood mingled, and the stench of death was palpable.

There is no justice outside of gambling.

Bullets don't lie.