Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 110: The Fall of the Black Market, the Sleeping Shadow
When the second whale cry sounded, the fate of the black market was quietly changed.

Fear seeps invisibly, and the whispers of sleep ring in my ears.

In the sea of ​​dreams, time is a gamble. Losers fall into deep sleep, while winners...are still alive.

The moment the second whale cry echoed, the black market deep in the heart of the Whale Tomb quietly changed color.

What was originally just a pile of ruins of chaos and huge profits is now like a giant beast that has been lurking for a long time and has finally opened its eyes.

——Woo… Woo… Woo…!
The low, strange whale roar, as if coming from the abyss, shook the air, and the sound seemed to bypass the eardrums and strike the soul directly.

Every surviving pirate couldn't help but tremble for a moment, as if something was peeking into the deepest fears in their hearts.

Calvino stood quietly in the shadow of an abandoned building, gazing up at the foggy ceiling. He could sense that the air in the black market had changed.

Damp, dull, and stagnant, it felt like the entire space was being swallowed by something invisible.

"From now on... this is a battlefield."

He whispered, his tone calm but cold, slowly loading the gun in his hand, the metallic clicking sound particularly clear in the silence.

In the distance, Rex had already climbed onto the tilted lighthouse on the edge of the black market. The wind was howling, but he did not move.

The "Siren's Eye that can see destiny" gently opened, and the sea-blue light swirled and flowed in his pupils, surging like the tide.

He saw the future—

Traps that were never mapped.

Those "sleeping" things hidden in the corners and crevices of the streets.

He saw that as soon as the pirates stepped into a certain passage, their bodies suddenly stiffened, their eyes turned white, and they fell to the ground silently.

That was not poisoning, nor was it an attack, but rather... the "devouring" of the Whale Tomb itself.

He frowned and pressed the communication button without hesitation.

"Italo Calvino, the black market passages are full of traps. Those who step through them will simply 'fall asleep' and become one with the Whale Grave."

There was silence for a second on the other end of the communication, and then a low curse was heard.

"Damn it."

Calvino quickly glanced around. The streets and alleys that had once been escape routes had now become deadly pits. His heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

Time is passing, and the exit is closing.

They must clear the passage before the fifth whale cry, otherwise, everyone will be swallowed up forever by the Whale Grave.

On top of the tower, Lilia lowered her head in thought, her two swords inserted into the ground. The wind blew up her hair and gently brushed against her cheek.

She slowly took out a card, its golden lines gleaming faintly in the twilight.

High-level No. 428——World-wide mysterious and confusing nonsense.

Her fingertips brushed across the card, so gently that it felt like she was touching a loved one.

There was a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but she still raised the card without hesitation.

"This card can establish short-term soul communication." She said in a calm voice, her eyes falling on Calvino's face.

Calvino glanced at the card and frowned slightly.

"That's the World System's secret. Are you planning to...burn the Star of Reason?"

"There is no choice."

She smiled wryly, but there was no fear in her eyes. "To keep the communication going, I have to burn my 'star of sanity.' We only have thirty minutes."

After that, she closed her eyes and tossed the card lightly.

A soft light rose, and four "whispering elves" like soul fragments quietly emerged. They floated in the air, so transparent that they were almost invisible, as if they were just whispers in the wind.

As the light flashed by, Lilia's "Star of Reason" burned out instantly, her mind wavering slightly, but she quickly stabilized her body and inserted the two swords back behind her.

Four whisper spirits attached themselves to Calvino, Rex, Lilia, and Celian respectively, and the next moment—

There was a faint but clear "resonance" between their consciousnesses.

A whisper of the soul, beyond sound and distance, entangled them, like a never-extinguished line of communication between their subconscious minds.

Rex rubbed behind his ear and grinned.

"It's much more comfortable now."

Calvino nodded, his eyes quickly regaining composure.

He took a deep breath and began to assign tasks:
"Rex, you continue to stay on the high ground, provide long-range support, and mark the traps."

"Lilia, Celian, let's split up and clear the three passages one by one."

"Objective - Clear all sleeping traps and open up a retreat route."

"Meet at the center of the black market before the fifth whale cry."

The communication was silent, but none of the four hesitated. The dormant shadows were approaching, and they were the last scavengers.

The heart of the Whale Tomb will usher in a true purification——

A battle with the abyss is about to begin.

Five minutes after the second whale call.

Deep in the heart of the Whale Tomb, the black market is still shrouded in an invisible sense of oppression.

The three passages, like three dead ends, are waiting for the sweepers of the Lost to step into.

Objective: Clear the sleeping trap and secure an escape route - before the third whale call.

The central main street is the widest passage in the black market, and it is also the area where the Sleeping Cult has set up the most traps.

The air was filled with a faint smell of corrosion, and strange runes slowly moved along the edge of the street, like a group of lurking snakes, quietly waiting for their prey to step in.

Calvino gripped his revolver tightly, his steps steady, each one like a step on the edge of a break. He did not rush in, but always maintained a secret communication with Rex on the lighthouse.

"Seven meters ahead," Rex's voice rang in his ears, calm and precise, "There is a sleeper sorcerer maintaining the core of the main formation."

Calvino raised the corners of his lips and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

boom!
The bullet broke through the air and the warlock's head split open.

After falling silently, the light of the magic circle on the street quickly receded like a tide, as if this space finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well done," Rex murmured.

"There are a few more, it depends on whether you can tell me a second in advance." Calvino replied calmly, but his tone was relaxed with a hint of habitual sarcasm.

The alleys on the east side are deep and narrow, with shadows everywhere, making it the area where ambushes are most likely to occur.

Lilia's figure flew over the half-collapsed beam like a night walker. She lay on the high ground, her eyes scanning the street corner in front of her.

The movements of the sleeping believers were slow and strange, but she knew that the real danger came from the sorcerers hiding in the dark.

Once exposed, it means that groups of believers will pounce on her and tear her to pieces with the endless sleeping curse.

"There are three warlocks hiding behind the wall to your right," Rex whispered.

Lilia didn't answer, but nodded slightly. She flipped her two swords, and the blades flashed a cold light in the night.

The next moment, her figure flew down from the beam, passing through the darkness like the wind.

—Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three faint sounds of blood splashing were heard in succession, and the warlock's body fell like a rag, and the black blood silently seeped into the ground, as if it had never existed.

"Solved." She uttered these two words lightly, her voice passing by in an instant like a shadow.

She continued forward, her pace neither hurried nor slow, but her gaze was sharper than ever.

The western passage has long been buried by ruins, and a large number of sleeping believers are lurking among the broken walls.

They disguise themselves as fallen stone statues, awakening only when their prey approaches.

Celian stood on a high place, sniffing the special "bloody smell" in the air.

"Tsk, it tastes terrible..." She licked the corner of her lips, and her fangs gleamed slightly in the light.

Her vampire powers have not yet been fully unlocked, but even so, her agility, strength and instincts far exceed those of ordinary people.

She took a deep breath and then rushed forward!
A red shadow rushed into the enemy group, and blood and limbs flew everywhere!
She did not use any weapons, but only used the sharp claws on her fingertips to tear into pieces three believers who tried to attack her.

Black blood flowed on the back of her hand, but she didn't care.

"The west passage has been cleared." She licked her fingers and said lazily.

"This taste...is still not strong enough."

The third whale call - two minutes countdown.

Three main passages, three roads that were once defined as "dead ends", have now been completely cleared.

Rex still stood on the top of the lighthouse, and the Eye of Destiny quietly scanned the entire black market.

Calvino stood at the intersection of the main central street, looking at the thick fog and shadows in the distance.

The aura of the Sleeping Cult still lingered, and they knew that this was just a mine clearance, not a real battle.

The whispers of the Whispering Elves quietly emerged in their consciousness.

"The third whale call is about to arrive."

"The retreat passage is finally open."

But they also understand that a true hunter never leaves after the trap is cleared.

They will catch up.

(End of this chapter)