The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 195 Ch.194 The Island of No Lies
The so-called City of Gems or Golden Island is certainly not a real city or island.

The ritualist should get used to this saying: whenever a place with a strange name is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind should be dreams.

It was a new dreamland that was found by a member of the "Wanderer Camp" several years ago - it was originally thought to be just a normal adventure.

Until he discovered that in this dream...

Lying is not allowed.

Think about it.

This has so many uses.

He told the secret to other members and even the organizers of the camp.

Soon, the wanderers turned this dreamland where "no lies" were possible into a place for trading knowledge and information: it was not easy to weave a clever lie that only told the truth, but considering the limitations of other trading methods - including size, stability, security, etc., this dreamland was definitely the best choice.

At least it's the best for the wanderers.

Later, someone spread the secret.

Soon, it wasn't just the non-sectarian wanderers who were involved in the trade.

Many ritualists with the support of organizations, even those affiliated with the government, are willing to go to this place without lies after dark to exchange one secret for another.

But as the number of people gradually increased, two problems inevitably arose.

First: The more people there are, the more disputes there will be.

Second: Due to the 'openness' of this dream, everyone holds the 'key' - they use the 'secrets' of this dream unscrupulously.

The dream is facing collapse.

Later, three organizations simply stepped in and set the rules.

With the endorsement of a formal sect, this initially chaotic place gradually evolved into the largest and most well-known trading venue in the mysterious world.

"The ritualists of the Private Alliance call it the 'Golden Island', and the ritualists of the Church of Justice call it the 'City of Gems'."

Enid talked about the three organizations that controlled Golden Island.

The "Private Alliance" that believes in the Third Crown God, the Daughter of Bustle and Bustle - it represents unbridled greed;
The "Justice Church" that worships the Fifth Crown God and the Constant Scale that divides day and night - it maintains the most basic order.

And, the "Wanderer Camp" composed of non-sectarian ritualists, as the original discoverers, enjoys equal control as the above two.

The high-level ritualists in these three organizations tried many times, and finally, at a certain price, they controlled the dream in a special way.

Most people don't know how they do it, but they do control and modify the 'rules' of their dreams:
First of all.

They will use a special ceremony to mark the ritualists who step into the Golden Island. Therefore, everyone has only one identifiable identity in the Golden Island.

Second.

Each time they enter, the ritualist must pay a 'secret' or 'message' as a 'ticket': no ​​matter what the secret is, no matter whether the controller has already recorded the information or not.

But for individuals, each secret is not allowed to be repeated.

——When it comes to secrets, Enid specifically reminded Roland that it would be best not to be clever about it: it could be the privacy of a lady, a secret dispute in the family, or even a unique hobby that has not been told to others.

- It can involve no mystery at all, but never try to make up or give out a 'secret' that you 'don't think is a secret'.

At last.

Those who officially set foot on the Golden Island cannot use the mysteries, nor can they perform or activate rituals, strange objects or great arts through the mysteries.

Once an impact is caused, the person will be permanently expelled.

"Golden Island is a place for formal ritualists to trade and a gladiatorial arena. Even though it is controlled by the three parties, every night, too many people are deceived or even disappear on Golden Island - just because you can't use the secrets doesn't mean you can't kill people."

"And once you die in a dream..."

Roland replied softly: "He will never wake up again."

Enid nodded: "It is a sea of ​​chaos beneath order. Everyone wears a mask and everyone has a sharp blade hidden in their chest."

"Sincerity can only be exchanged for lies."

"Roland, I wanted to wait until you were one ring old before telling you slowly." Enid said, looking at him intently, then slowly reached out and stroked Roland's face.

Except for the last time, she never had the chance to kiss him again.

So, I just touched him carefully like I was touching a work of art, feeling the warmth of his cheek and smoothing out his messy hair. "But you were promoted to the first ring too quickly and too quickly."

Enid's thoughts began to twist and turn like Roland's hair.

"Before I had the chance to think clearly about this matter, you had already become the official ceremony participant, standing beside me." Her movements were extremely gentle, and she used her rough fingertips as roses to avoid scratching her treasure with the sharp edges, even if it left only a tiny, imperceptible red mark.

"Many ritualists, once they reach the High Circle, never go there again—the inability to use the mysteries means that the High Circle is just as vulnerable as the Low Circle."

"But I have to tell you about Golden Island today."

"I know you don't want to stay in the first ring for too long."

"Your fire is burning, and if you do not add wood, it will burn your flesh and blood."

She looked at the young man with watery eyes.

He is harmless in the face of himself, a fiery torrent, a fiercely played march.

But Enid could often see in his eyes the same undisguised emotion that was seen in the eyes of most executives.

Cherry Chloe…

You should have died in a stinking ditch before you met him.

Enid pursed her lips and withdrew her hand.

"In the Golden Island, you can get almost everything you want. But at the same time, you have to pay the same price: the information, knowledge, materials, rituals, rare items that the other party needs...even your life or the life of your family. In that dreamland, there is nothing that cannot be traded."

"I think you should remember that the Ten-Crown God does not possess all the "rules" in the world."

"So, you may be able to find the corresponding rules and the ring-raising ceremony corresponding to the path you are on in Golden Island."

That was all Enid had to say.

In fact, this is just a corner of Golden Island.

Only those who have been there can truly understand the opportunities and dangers there.

"Roland, if you have made up your mind, I will give you the coordinates - this time, I will not accompany you."

Golden Island.

Roland was stuck at the first ring. If he relied on repeated dream adventures, it would be impossible for him to find the ritual to upgrade the ring in a short period of time.

"Fantasy" has no sect.

No one who has gone further than he can help him.

There is only one way left before us.

Although it was difficult, he had no choice.

"Give me the coordinates, Enid. I can't stay in the One Ring forever."

After Roland finished speaking, Enid tilted her head, as if she wanted to get up and find the "coordinates" he wanted.

But before she could complete the action, Roland whispered in her ear... his name.

'Enid'.

A short breath made Enid turn back - but her face fell into a warm palm.

"I feel like it's time for us to take a step further."

She was stared at by a pair of golden eyes, listening to the man discussing with her - or not listening to the answer at all, making a decision on her own:
"You can't say you're my 'lover', but we get along like two friends from school..."

The woman, who had been indifferent for years, became unusually silent in the dying light.

She lowered her eyes, leaned forward, and gently placed her waxy cheek against Roland's palm.

She kept her eyes open throughout the whole process, as if she wanted to remember the entire process.

She was like brandy on plum pudding.

Everyone loves to watch it and wants to light her on fire with their own hands.

(End of this chapter)