Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 463 A Dead End

Chapter 463 A Dead End
"The gambler holds the gun, the chess player makes his move."

Illusion and reality, life and death
It's just a matter of thought.

Fate has never been fair.

The game of chess is only written for the player who moves it.

—Fragments of the End Chess Manual

The air in the carriage suddenly became tense.

Hua Fei sneered, holding a black revolver in each hand. These were his prized high-level secret magical artifacts, their muzzles gleaming with a deathly cold light.

"The Destruction Revolver that shatters calamity."

As the low, enigmatic words fell, the gun chamber clicked, and six bullets were automatically loaded in mid-air.

next moment--

boom! boom!
The two guns spat fire almost simultaneously, and the bullets flew in pairs, so fast that their trajectories were impossible to track.

Two shots pierced through the air, successively piercing the spot where Si Ming had been standing. The chair was torn apart, and shreds of cloth and cotton were scattered everywhere.

Sparks accompanied the shrill scream of metal breaking, like the prelude to death.

As Hua Fei fired, a gust of sand suddenly rose up beside him.

The phantom materialized, and a burly figure wearing a cowboy hat and holding a long gun emerged from the yellow sand.

Wild West Cowboy - Hua Fei's Life-type Summoning Creature.

Its eyes were cold as it raised its long gun, pulled the trigger, and created a crossfire with Hua Fei's gun.

Bullets rained down upon them.

The entire carriage was covered by a metallic storm, and the air was torn apart with white streaks, as if even space itself was collapsing.

Siming flashed several times, and the playing cards transformed into silver trails as they spun out.

—Slap! Slap!

Dozens of cards transformed into a barrier, stacked into a swirling vortex, constantly blocking the bullets fired at them.

Sparks and confetti exploded, and playing cards were pierced, burned, and disintegrated one after another, the fragments turning to ash in the air.

But the barrage of comments was too dense.

Si Ming was ultimately grazed by several bullets.

A bullet tore open his shoulder, splattering blood, while another bullet pierced his arm, striking the steel panel behind him and sending sparks flying.

Another bullet grazed his waist and abdomen, leaving a trail of blood that stretched across the floor.

Hua Fei laughed wildly: "Haha! Even if you are above the Star Calamity level, you can't avoid the inevitable revolver! This is the only thing on the gambling table that doesn't rely on luck—certainty!"

The image of the Western cowboy is like the Grim Reaper, continuing to approach, long gun in hand, heavy steps.

The smell of gunpowder filled the entire carriage, and the heat distorted the air.

Si Ming simply took a deep breath, a clown-like smile playing on his lips.

"So this is what you thought was your sure-fire winning strategy?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at Hua Fei with a cold gaze.

"Unfortunately, you don't understand the game of chess."

The flames gradually died down, and thick smoke filled the entire carriage.

Hua Fei's dual pistols finally came to a stop with a final, crisp "click." The chambers were empty.

"cut."

He snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and both revolvers sprang out of their chambers simultaneously. Brass cartridge cases clattered onto the floor, scattering a string of cold sparks.

Taking advantage of the brief reload, Si Ming made his move.

"flutter--"

He raised his hand and waved it, and a large number of playing cards burst out from between his fingers, like a storm of paper.

The playing cards spun, reflecting the same cowboy image and the same gun muzzle in mid-air.

The next instant, a dozen wild Western cowboys emerged from the smoke, their hats pulled low, their eyes gleaming coldly, and they raised their guns to aim at Hua Fei.

Hua Fei was taken aback.

"An illusion? No—this isn't right!"

He suddenly looked up, his gaze falling on Si Ming.

At this moment, Siming's figure gradually blurred, his lines deconstructed, and then he transformed into another cowboy—the muzzle of his gun was also raised, and his gaze was indifferent.

"Illusory clones".

The voice of the God of Fate echoed through the mist, carrying a hint of mockery, throughout the entire carriage.

"In my field, everything you see may be real or it may be fake."

The lights in the carriage flickered, and the surrounding space seemed to be pushed open by a giant hand, with the walls and ceiling melting into a thick fog.

Black and white squares appeared on the ground, making the entire carriage seem like a giant chessboard.

On the chessboard, several enormous figures gradually emerged from the thick fog—

Towering chess pieces: the knight stands tall, his lance gleaming coldly; the bishop holds his scepter, chanting a silent prayer; the rook, like a fortress, rolls through the black fog.

The figure of the Fate Master solidified on the square in the center of the chessboard, wearing a clown mask, with a yellow-clad phantom slowly emerging behind him.

"On the chessboard, pieces are placed; truth and falsehood are spoken."

His voice was cold and sharp, accompanied by the booming declaration of his domain, which sealed off Huafei's retreat.

Hua Fei's heart tightened suddenly.

He suddenly realized that he was no longer the hunter at the start, but a pawn forced into a dead end.

"Damn..."

He gritted his teeth and frantically put the bullet back into the chamber, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Hua Fei slammed the gun shut, the silence shattered by two crisp clicks.

He raised both guns and frantically pulled the triggers.

boom! boom! boom!
Sparks flew, bullets flew, and the air was torn apart in fiery trails.

However, the "cowboy" he was pointing his gun at vanished as if a mirror had shattered the moment he was shot.

It's just an illusion.

"Damn it!" Hua Fei cursed under his breath, then immediately turned and fired in the other direction.

A cowboy wearing sunglasses is aiming a gun; the bullet is already flashing at the muzzle.

Hua Fei roared and fired three shots in quick succession.

"Bang bang bang!"

But the bullet only struck the shadow cast by the spinning playing card, which instantly turned into flames and paper scraps and vanished.

Fog filled the air, illusions and reality intertwined, and the lights flickered like the beating of a heart.

He couldn't tell whether what he was seeing was an illusion or reality.

"Huafei, who exactly are you shooting at?"

The voice of the God of Fate came from all directions, cold and deep, as if mocking.

Hua Fei's heart clenched, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

He turned around abruptly and saw that the towering knight on the chessboard had already moved closer, the cold glint of his spear aimed straight at his throat.

"Fake!" he roared, pressing the gun to the knight's helmet and pulling the trigger. Bang!
A burst of fire erupted, and the knight's head was cracked open.

But then, instead of rubble, a deeper black mist emerged from the crack, coldly staring back at him.

"Fake...no, it's not real!"

Hua Fei's voice began to tremble.

He had completely lost his composure.

Si Ming spoke calmly from afar: "Don't you like controlling the rules? In my chessboard, there is only one rule—what you cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood is itself a dead end."

As the words fell, the pawns on the chessboard advanced in unison, their wooden footsteps sounding as awe-inspiring as war drums.

Step by step, they are closing in on Huafeng's path to survival.

The mist swirls, and a chessboard appears.

Black and white squares are interwoven, and giant chess pieces are tightly packed around them.

Si Ming stood on the king's throne, his yellow robes swaying in the wind, his masked smile both eerie and cold.

"Will."

The sound was like the gavel of a death row inmate.

"stupid move."

The knight's lance was already pressed against Hua Fei's chest.

Hua Fei was breathing rapidly, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, then suddenly let out a low growl, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"No...it's not over yet!"

A mysterious card suddenly lit up, and a blood-red die appeared on it.

[Gambler of Fate LV1]

Hua Fei's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the card.

Cataclysmic Value: 90/870.

This is all the celestial disasters he has left.

Use it again to completely reset it.

He understood this very clearly in his heart:
The removal of the Star Calamity means that he will no longer be able to use any Star Calamity power before reaching the Tower of the End.

Once he loses this trump card, he can only cower and survive in the subsequent hunting game, like a tortoise waiting to get off the bus.

But at this moment—

He has no way out.

"OK……"

Hua Fei grinned, his smile twisted into a ferocious grin, like a venomous snake driven mad.

"So be it, I'll take you with me!"

boom!
The phantom image of the dice shot into the sky and rolled around in the air.

three o'clock.

Hua Fei laughed wildly, raising both guns with both hands, the muzzles spitting out dazzling flashes of fire.

"300%... Haha! That's enough! Even if you're above the Star Calamity level, you'll still die here!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
Bullets rained down like thunder, carrying three times the inevitable killing intent, all locking down the Fate Master in the center of the chessboard.

Hua Fei's smile was both crazed and desperate, and he muttered to himself:

The celestial disaster is wiped out? So what!

As long as you survive until you get off the train and enter the Tower of the End, there's always a way to make up for it!
As long as this shot can end the Death God, it's all worth it!
Flames engulfed the center of the chessboard, the air was torn apart, and bullets, carrying an absolute, fateful roar, hurtled towards Si Ming.

Hua Fei's maniacal laughter echoed across the chessboard.

"Die, Joker!"

Bullets rained down like a torrent of fire, as if to tear the entire chessboard apart.

In the central throne, the God of Fate stood tall, his figure completely engulfed by the firelight.

boom--!
The marble shattered, scattering dust everywhere.

Hua Fei's eyes turned bloodshot, and the next moment, his smile froze.

Because it wasn't a scene of flying blood and flesh, but rather a hollow marble chess piece.

"what?!"

His throat tightened.

A deep, cold voice came from beside my ear:
"I'm sorry, actually... I'm here."

Hua Fei turned around abruptly and saw a swordsman beside him slowly raise his head, the stone shell shattering to reveal a familiar white clown mask.

Si Ming tilted his head, his eyes cold: "This is the real dead end."

Waved.

Suddenly, all the chess pieces around him came to life, and battle axes, spears, and greatswords fell at the same time.

Hua Fei tried to speak, but only a bloodcurdling scream escaped her throat.

"what--!"

Blood scattered everywhere, quickly swallowed by the gray mist.

When the screams finally ceased, the entire chessboard world collapsed.

—The gray fog dissipated.

Inside the carriage, the gambling table, the cowboy, and the illusions all disappeared, leaving only Si Ming standing alone.

He looked down at the back of his hand.

Eight burning stars pulsated slowly.

"Ugh……"