Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 100: The Gamble at the Whale Tomb: Countdown to Six Whale Calls

——"When the gambling game at Whale Grave begins, everyone is already in."

——"First round? No, that's just an entry ticket."

The arena of the Whale Tomb is like a giant arena made of blood.
Red flames burned along the edge of the iron cage, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and burning.

Countless pirates and warriors gathered here, each of them forced to sign a contract, and that contract contained only one sentence:

——Fight to the death and never retreat.

Baroque stood in the corner of the shadows, his eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the venue like a blade - the Boneless General, Greg Belog.

He was once Baroque's mentor, but now he stood in the bloody battlefield with a cruel smile on his face.
The corners of his lips curved into a crack, as if he was already accustomed to sending his apprentice to hell.

"This trial is no joke."

"It's a shame... you don't have a choice."

He looked around, his eyes as cold as a knife, moving over each contestant like a butcher examining livestock to be slaughtered.

Baroque's fist slowly tightened in silence.

He noticed that a black line appeared on the back of everyone's hand. The lines were twisted and moved like a poisonous snake. That was the "curse" of the Whale Tomb.

Once you step into this arena, there are only two paths left: the winner lives and returns; the loser dies and goes to the grave.

He sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

He should have understood long ago that there were no so-called "survivors" in the gambling game on the Whale Tomb.

But he won't back down.

This bloody land is his battlefield. He will use his fists, his bones, and every drop of his blood to fight his way out.

Youmeng Harbor, the oldest neighborhood in Whale Tomb, is a place where time seems to have frozen and countless forgotten secrets are sleeping.

Calvino and Lilia pushed open the door of a dusty old bookstore, and the door hinges made a heavy whine, as if resisting their intrusion.

The room was filled with the smell of dampness and mildew. The bookshelves were askew, and old logbooks were piled up layer upon layer, as if even the dust was whispering.

Lilia rummaged around in the corner for a while, and suddenly pulled out an old book with a torn cover: "Brother, look at this..."

Calvino took the book and flipped open the last few pages. The paper was yellowed and dead, and the handwriting was crooked and messy, like the last words written by the writer in extreme fear and trembling.

"All the ships are locked..."

"The key is only in..." (This part is unclear)

"We're running out of time... The intervals between whale calls are shortening..."

“Once it completes six whale calls, we will…” (The last words stop abruptly, the ink long since dried, as if the life had been drained away by some invisible force before the writer even put pen to paper.)

Lilia frowned and said in a low voice, "What does this mean? Whale calls? Countdown?"

Calvino stared at the distorted words, his fingertips trembling slightly, and an indescribable premonition was slowly rising in his heart.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky above the Whale Grave. The dark blue mist was like a huge mouth opened in the deep sea, slowly swallowing the entire ship into a nightmare.

"Six whale calls..." he murmured. "If this is true, we... may not have much time left."

The casino of the Whale Grave - Sleeping Chips, is always filled with intoxicating noise, the pleasant sound of metal clashing, and a subtle but increasingly strong sense of unease.

Siming lazily leaned against the gambling table, his fingers mindlessly fiddling with the chips. The colorful metal pieces flew across his fingertips, but they couldn't hide his ever-vigilant eyes, quietly scanning his surroundings.

He caught the whispers of some old gamblers, like spells blowing on the night wind.

“If you win too much… or lose too much, you disappear.”

"Some gambles...are actually tickets to the 'other side.'"

Siming raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with sarcasm: "'The other side'? What do you mean?"

An old gambler with a pale face and empty eyes approached and lowered his voice to a very low level, as if he was afraid that even the air was monitoring him: "Do you think the gambling on the Whale Tomb is for gold, silver and treasures?
No...it's always been a screening tool. The real gamble...hasn't begun yet. The winner may not survive."

Siming chuckled softly, raised his glass and shook it gently. The wine swirled in the glass, reflecting his thoughtful eyes.

The casino on the Whale Tomb has never been a stage for ordinary gambling, but a screening ground set up by fate itself.

And he had already smelled the scent of the real gambling game, mixed with the aroma of wine, as hidden as blood.

Madam Mei stood quietly on the top of a rusty tower in Youmeng Harbor, looking down at the huge silhouette of the Whale Grave shrouded in the night.

The sea breeze blew her black and red cloak, and she was holding tightly in her hand a secret letter that had just arrived.

Her eyes fell on a few blurry but crucial handwritings on the page:

——"Xu Long once managed to escape, but he is still missing."

——"The trial doesn't end at the Whale Grave; the real gamble lies further afield."

Mrs. Mei's eyes sank slightly, and then the corners of her mouth slowly rose into a smile that was not a smile.

"It seems that our trial is far from over."

She tapped the letter paper with her fingertips, as if knocking on the door of some destiny that was destined to restart.

That sigh drifted towards the distant sea with the night wind.

The Whale Tomb is just the first hurdle.

The real gamble is still buried deeper in the sea.

When all the scattered information finally came together, a blurry but increasingly clear picture emerged before everyone's eyes.

The gamble on Whale Tomb is not just a superficial competition and fight, but a multi-stage game of fate screening.

Phase One: Death fights in the arena, secret bets with dormant chips, and sword fights in the black market.

Phase 2: Still shrouded in fog, unknown, hidden, and dangerous.

Their only clue to time is the "six whale calls".

Rex said in a deep voice, "We only have six whale calls left. We must find a way out before it wakes up completely."

Alison nodded coldly, her tone as cold as ice: "Otherwise... we will also become part of the Sleeping Believers."

The corners of Ivette's mouth curled up, and a chuckle like a snake's tongue broke the silence: "So, when does the game start?"

Calvino looked at the dark blue whale bones in the distance, which were like a silent temple, oppressing every soul that had not yet escaped.

His voice was slow and firm:
"Now, it has begun."

(End of this chapter)