Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 111 The Third Whale Call, the Pirates' Fateful Gamble
The third call of the Whale Grave resounded through the night sky like a low roar.

The gears of fate have already started turning, and no one can escape it.

But they were pirates, they never ran away, they went against the wind.

Woo… Woo… Woo…!
The third whale cry pierced the night, like a lament from the ancient deep sea, echoing among the skeletons of the Whale Tomb.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, then trembled as if it was torn apart. The streets were briefly silent, and the next moment, war and noise once again swept across the black market.

Calvino stood in front of a dilapidated stock exchange, his revolver having just blasted a trap on the ground.
The fiery runes had not yet completely extinguished, and in the remaining light, the air was filled with the stench of burnt ashes.

He put away the gun, his palm numb and aching from the recoil - but what hurt more than that was the heaviness that welled up in his heart.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

The lights in the sleeping chip casino were still on, and the warm golden color seemed extremely ironic in the night fog.

It seems to be tempting people to sink into a dream with no escape.

On the other side of the arena, roars, gunshots, and the crisp sounds of metal clashing were intermittent, and the smell of blood filled the air like the sea breeze.

He stood at the commanding heights of the black market. He could not see the battle situation, but he could feel his companions fighting for their lives.

His brows furrowed unconsciously, his gaze lost in thought. Could they still get the key? Could they still return safely?

They could have chosen a safer route.

Why—why should I get involved in this gamble with him?

"What's wrong? Brother?"

A familiar voice came to my ears, light, gentle, yet teasing.

Lilia walked over with light steps, her two swords still dripping with blood, but her face was as calm and bright as usual.

There was no hesitation in her eyes, as if this killing and adventure were natural.

Calvino turned to look at her, his eyes wavering for a moment. He whispered in a hoarse voice:

"We... dragged them into this life-and-death game for our own destiny. Isn't that too selfish?"

Lilia didn't answer immediately, but just smiled lightly.
The two swords rotated between his fingers, and the cold light drew an elegant arc in the night.

"Brother, have you forgotten?"

Her tone was light and a bit playful, but it felt more like a sober reminder.

"We are pirates."

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and determined, "Not only you, but also me, and them, all of us, are pirates."

"Pirates sail the seas in pursuit of their own treasures."

Her voice was like the sound of a sail in the wind and waves, light but powerful.

Before Calvino could speak, he heard a sudden sound of wind in his ears, followed by a familiar whisper.

Rex's voice came through the Whisperer, with his usual coldness and nonchalant teasing:

"That's right, Captain, you underestimate us."

"Whether it's me, Alison, Ian, Baroque, or Sima Ming."

"We are all pirates. A game of life and death? To us, it's nothing more than a pleasant adventure."

Then, Celian's laughter rang out, low and joyful, like a beast licking its claws while hunting:

"Yes, fate likes to play tricks on us, and we like to fight fate."

"Captain of the Lost One—let us have a happy hunt for fate."

They were scattered on every battlefield of the Whale Tomb, but at the same time, they all looked towards the distance, in the direction of each other.

Calvino was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He looked at Lilia, then at the brightly lit casino, took a deep breath of the night wind mixed with gunpowder and the smell of the sea, and his chest seemed to feel a little lighter.

"……All right."

He responded softly, his voice filled with a long-lost carefreeness and fighting spirit.

"Then let's see who is the winner of this bet."

Lilia raised her eyebrows slightly, flipped the two swords back into their sheaths in her palms, and a playful smile formed a perfect arc at the corner of her mouth.

"That's right, Captain." "Don't be so heavy."

The battle in the black market continued. Without hesitation, the four of them split up and joined the battle.

Calvino sped along the street, the sound of bullets fired from his double guns piercing the silence of the night.

Every step he took was in a safe area outside the sleeping trap.
His body was agile and calm, and his bullets pierced the air accurately, shattering the cores of runes one after another.

The fire flashed in the darkness, and his gunshot sounded like a command, and a trap exploded in the fire, extinguished, and turned into ashes.

He was like a traveler clearing the path of fate, smoothing out the dangers one by one.

A sleep sorcerer emerged from the shadows, opening a scroll of pulsing spells in his hand.

However, before he could utter the first syllable, the bullet had already accurately shot into his forehead, and the blood mist made the spell remain incomplete forever.

“Don’t block the road.” Calvino sneered, his gaze still fixed as he continued walking forward.

High above him in the lighthouse, Rex stood still between the broken railings, deep blue ripples flowing in the eyes of fate.

His sniper scope was firmly locked onto the course of the battle, capturing those enemies who had not yet realized their death.

In the distance, a wizard from the Sleeping Order quietly approached Calvino, holding a rune scroll with an evil glow in his hand, and the spell was already spinning on the tip of his tongue.

"Too slow." Rex murmured softly.

A very light gunshot was heard, almost imperceptible in the darkness. The wizard's head suddenly tilted.
Blood mixed with the spell splattered on the scroll, staining the paper that was supposed to inflict destruction red.

"The sniper attack is complete." Rex said calmly, moving the muzzle of his gun calmly, looking for the next target.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lilia quietly shuttled through the alleys.

Her figure was like the wind and the mist, and the two swords flew between her fingers, weaving the dance of death like sewing needles.

She does not seek to suppress power, nor does she play with the roar of explosions, but rather accurately reaps lives in every inch of darkness.

A sleeping warlock had just completed the summoning, and the black fog around him had not yet formed a protection, when his throat was cut by a sliding shadow in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, but she didn't leave a trace of footsteps.

"Game over." She whispered, as if she was just talking to the night, and then merged into the darkness again.

On the broken tiles among the ruins, Celian slowly stood up and licked the blood from her lips.

Her breathing became heavier, and a red light gradually appeared in her eyes. Her hunter instinct was breaking free from the seal inch by inch.

Her figure shuttled between the broken walls, her sharp claws tearing the throats of sleeping believers one after another, and the blood mist drew a bright red trail behind her.

"These dead things can't even fill the gaps between my teeth."

She chuckled softly, her eyes twitching as if she was trying hard to suppress some deeper desire.

Her eyes were red, but reason was still struggling between her brows.

"It's not a good time to wake up yet." She said to herself.

time flies.

The vibration of the third whale cry slowly subsided, and the bones of the Whale Tomb were still trembling in the aftershocks, as if the giant beast in the dream was turning over.

The night sky was painted a rich dark blue by the whispers of the sleepers, but a hint of uneasy blood quietly permeated the air.

The three passages have been thoroughly cleared.

But the darkness has not retreated, and the Sleeping Cult still lurks in the shadows.

Calvino stood in the middle of the street, his two guns just put back into the holsters, the heat still lingering from the muzzles.

He looked up at the sky with a cold look in his eyes, but it gradually softened when he heard the familiar whisper.

The voice of the Whispering Spirit once again entered their consciousness—

"Are you ready for the next challenge?"

He smiled lightly, twirled his two guns between his fingers, and put them neatly back to his waist.

"of course."

This is just the beginning.

They are the pirates of the Lost One.

How could the person who vowed to dig out the treasure from the sea of ​​dreams sleep here?
(End of this chapter)