Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 101: The First Whale Call: The Beginning of the Sleeping Gamble

——"The gambling game of Whale Grave has begun, and we are all chips."

——"Six whale calls, we must leave alive."

The deep sea fog spread like a tide, swallowing the entire floating city of Whale Grave into a pale maze.

Night had not yet completely fallen, but the sky had already taken on an eerie gray-blue hue, as if the whole world was slowly sliding into some heavy dream.

At this moment, the first whale cry exploded.

--boom!!!!!

It was a low resonance coming from the depths of the ocean, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years issuing a warning in its dream.

The Whale Tomb vibrated, and ripples appeared in the air.

At that moment, the entire pirate city seemed to wake up from its intoxication. Countless people stopped involuntarily and looked towards the core area of ​​the Whale Tomb in surprise and doubt.

Then, the sea let out a low groan and the surface of the sea suddenly cracked.

Thick, twisted baleen slowly stretched out from the dark abyss, like cursed chains.

It stretches out from the deep sea and wraps around every ship docked in the port, silently but with an astonishing sense of oppression.

On the deck of the Lost, Baroque suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the tentacle with a roar!

The moment the blade chopped down, he felt a hard rebound that was almost like a recoil - the whale's baleen seemed not to be flesh and blood, but some kind of indestructible mysterious entity.

"Damn it...what the hell is this?!"

On the observation deck, Rex narrowed his eyes and cursed coldly, "They don't look like living things... more like some kind of materialized force, a concept forcibly pulled into reality."

Calvino's expression was solemn, his eyes piercing the mist and falling on the center of the Whale Grave: "It seems... it won't be so easy for us to leave here."

The game of Whale Tomb has finally begun.

After the whale's cry, a mosquito-thin but strangely piercing buzzing sound began to echo, and the sound seemed to come from high in the sky.
It was like rising from the bottom of the sea, penetrating the deck, stone walls, wind and rain, and entering everyone's ears.

It did not belong to any living creature, but more like the whisper of some ancient existence, echoing in every inch of the air in Whale Grave.

Immediately afterwards, a distant and deep voice suddenly rang out, like a whisper in the ear, but also like a nightmare declaration that was directly poured into everyone's consciousness:
"To all the gamblers sailing the sea of ​​dreams—"

"Your game has begun. The rules are extremely simple."

"Each of you is a stake."

The voice was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an irresistible pressure like a tide, almost making everyone hold their breath.

My heart felt as if it was being gripped by an ice-cold hand, unable to move.

"...Who is this?" Lilia's voice was low, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Alison looked up, her eyes sharp as a knife, at the tower of the whalebone cathedral in the center of the Whale Grave.

His tone was as cold as ice: "A follower of the Lord of the Sleepers... the Dream Walker, Nasir Krosa."

And still the voice continued, proclaiming the law of fate without question.

"Phase One, Trial Night."

"In all areas of the Whale Grave: the arena, the casino, the black market, you will each face challenges and earn your place in the world."

"You must obtain two keys to unlock the baleen lock and leave this place."

"But please remember—when the sixth whale cry falls, the Whale Grave will fully awaken.

All gamblers who haven't left yet will be enlisted among the Sleepers, enslaved for a hundred years, even if their flesh and blood wither and their bones turn to dust... they will not be freed."

The sound paused for a moment, as if waiting for someone to hear it clearly, then faded away. Heaven and earth were hushed, almost suffocating. Baroque's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth, "...Is this bastard saying that after six whale calls, we will become ghosts of this ship?"

Mrs. Mei slowly raised the wine glass, and the red wine swayed slightly in the candlelight.

She took a sip, a charming yet icy smile playing on her lips: "It seems that what we are risking is not only our lives...but also our freedom."

On the deck of the Lost, the air seemed to condense into a thick silence.

Everyone's expression became extremely solemn, and their eyes moved back and forth between each other, as if they could already hear the countdown of fate ticking in their ears.

Calvino quickly gathered his thoughts, his eyes fixed on the map.
He said in a deep voice, "We only have time for six whale calls. Judging from the intervals—each one is about ten minutes."

Lilia gripped her pen tightly and wrote a line heavily on the last page of the yellowed logbook:

"There are still fifty minutes until the sixth whale call."

The handwriting is deep, the ink is not yet dry, as if time itself is trembling.

Rex placed one hand on the sniper rifle and said in a stern tone: "The arena and casino are the core of the trial, and the black market... is the hub that runs through all areas.

These three places are not about selecting the strongest, but about deciding life and death."

Alison's eyes were as cold as a knife, and her voice was firm without a trace of warmth:
"Whatever tricks the Whale Grave plays, we must get the key—and get out alive."

Calvino looked up and glanced at everyone, his eyes like flames burning in the ashes, and the next moment, the task allocation had begun.

Alison took Baroque and Ian and quickly walked towards the arena.

She smiled coldly, a hint of bellicose pleasure in her tone: "If they want to fight to the death, then I will fight them to the bitter end."

Baroque clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand taut: "Exactly what I want."

Ian swung the dagger in his hand, and the blade drew a silver light in the light. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Looks like I have to get serious."

Siming and Madam Mei went to the Sleeping Chip Casino together.

The lights were bright inside, the sounds of gambling were like the surging waves, and in front of the gorgeous gambling table in the middle,

Lorient Sylvester was sitting there, his slender fingers gracefully playing with a pair of old dice.

"It's finally here, the lost gambler." Lorient said softly.

As if a light thread slipped out from the depths of her throat, "I have been looking forward to meeting you, Your Excellency the Most High."

In the direction of the black market, Calvino, Lilia, Rex and Celian walked side by side.

Many pirates have gathered in the streets and alleys, their eyes filled with undisguised hostility and murderous intent, like hungry wolves smelling blood.

Celian licked her lips and smiled seductively: "The games in the black market are crazier and dirtier than those in casinos."

Calvino whispered back, his voice hoarse and calm: "We must hold this place and win them a way back."

Lilia nodded slightly, but her fingertips were tightly gripping the logbook in her hand.

Her eyes were no longer weak, but as firm as steel.

Rex pulled down his glasses and tapped the sniper rifle lightly with his knuckles.
His tone was as indifferent as the whisper of death: "If anyone dares to stop us... let them taste the bullet of fate."

Just as everyone was about to go their separate ways, the depths of the harbor suddenly shook, the earth seemed to pulsate, and the echo of the second whale cry slowly brewed in the air.

The bet on Whale Tomb has officially entered the countdown.

In this game, there is no turning back and no forgiveness.

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