Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 146: Chasing the Waves, the Door of Destiny

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you."

"Destiny never favors the timid. Only by being fearless can one reach the door to dreams."

The sea of ​​dreams is unusually calm.

The pale grey sky hung low like a veil, while the sea was like a silent mirror, reflecting the outlines of the sleeping world.

The Lost glided quietly on the sea, which was almost unreal in its silence, like a lone boat sailing towards the crack between night and dawn.

On the observation deck, Rex was half lying down, holding a shell in his hand, looking into the distance with a dazed look in his eyes.

High in the sky, the whales of the sky were swimming slowly, and those unknown black-feathered seabirds were circling and crying.
The sound is like crying and sobbing, as if it is a eulogy foreshadowing a certain fate.

Calvino held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, his eyes deep, and turned his head slightly to look at the junction of the sea and the sky ahead.

He squinted his eyes, and in his eyes there were both familiar memories and unresolved confusion - it seemed that he had walked into this sea countless times, and at the fingertips of some kind of fate, he had been wiped out countless times.

Lilia stood beside him, holding the "Sleeping Sea Chart" high in her hand, and said softly but clearly: "Brother... We are almost there."

On the deck, Siming was adjusting the sails while flipping through the fate deck in his hand;
Baroque swung the rope to secure the stern;
Ian was applying the final layer of grease to the firearm.

When the three heard Lilia's words, they paused and exchanged glances with each other.

Alison also walked out of the cabin and stood beside them. Without saying a word, she just stared at Calvino's straight back.

Calvino didn't turn around, his voice steady but revealing a hidden tension: "Well. We're almost there."

At that moment, the ship trembled slightly, as if a thin membrane had been broken, and the Lost One gently sailed into a completely different sea.

The sea was as calm as a mirror, and all the sounds of wind, waves, and sails flapping seemed to be taken away by some indescribable rules.

The whole world is like a painting frozen in time.

"The sea... has stopped?" Siming frowned. The wooden board under his feet stopped vibrating slightly.

And at this moment——

The "Time of Flipping" in Lilia's hand suddenly left her palm and slowly floated into the air.

The card spun in mid-air, revealing lines of golden poetry, shimmering brilliantly:

"The sky hangs upside down, the waves surge, and destiny opens its door."

Siming stared at the lines of poetry, hesitation in his eyes: "What does it mean? Hanging upside down... the door of destiny?"

"What does that mean?" Rex muttered incoherently on the observation deck, his eyes fixed on the sky. "So... that's what it means..."

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Then, they all fell silent.

The sky is cracked.

It wasn't a dark cloud, it wasn't an illusion—there really was a heart-wrenchingly wide gap torn in the sky.

An entire ocean was pouring down from the broken gap in the sky, as if the Milky Way was upside down. The deep blue water was rushing like a waterfall, and huge waves were roaring and falling into the sea.

The scene was so shocking that it was beyond reality and imagination - the line between the sky and the sea was overturned, huge waves fell from the sky, forming an unprecedented "inverted sea".

Calvino looked up at the sea that had fallen from the sky, and a long-lost, almost crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"The upside-down sea, the waves connecting the sky and the sea..."

"Everyone—it's time to chase the waves again!"

"Are we crazy?!" Siming's exclamation was shattered by the wind. He held on to the railing tightly, his face pale.

"This wave is more terrifying than the Tide of the Dead! Are we really going to crash into it?!"

"There's no way back!" Ian stood on the side of the boat, one foot on the fixed rope.

His eyes burned in the wind, "Either challenge or go home! But I don't want to go back yet!"

He opened his arms, letting the wind ruffle his hair, and shouted:

"Captain! Go! The wind is helping us!"

Baroque shouted and pulled the rope. Alison was already controlling the rudder, her eyes as sharp as knives.

Siming gritted his teeth and laughed angrily, brushing away his long hair: "You... are really a bunch of lunatics."

He still took out his card, stroked the card of "Thousand Faces" with his thumb, and murmured:

"Then let's see if fate is willing to take a gamble with us."

Calvino took a deep breath, waved his hand suddenly, and issued an order as clear as a blade:
"Set sail! Face the upside-down sea—charge forward!"

The sails suddenly opened, the arc taut like a battle flag facing the wind.

The Lost raised its bow and charged forward between the roaring waves and the upside-down sea and sky with an uncompromising attitude!

The wind howled, the waves roared, and the world turned upside down. Like hunters swimming upstream in ancient mythology, they broke through the waves and sailed into the deep blue divine realm where fate had turned upside down.

However, just as the Lost was about to reach the "Upside-Down Sea",
A shrill whistle tore through the sky, and a ferocious pirate ship suddenly rushed out from the thick sea fog!

It was a ferocious beast from the deep sea of ​​shadows - the "Scythe of Blue Bones".

Its hull was mottled, entangled with seaweed and soul chains, and carved on the prow was the white bone skull of an unknown deep-sea monster, with sharp fangs and blood troughs still dripping.

The ship shrouded itself in a ghostly corpse, exuding a suffocating aura of death. Its black sails whistled in the storm, ringing like a death knell, shattering all hope.

"Bone Scythe!" Baroque roared, veins bulging. "These guys are really haunting us!"

High at the bow, Holt was wearing a black robe, his white hair dancing wildly, and the iron hook reflected the sea fog and firelight, the cold light was as sharp as a blade.

His eyes were cold, filled with resentment and hatred that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

He swung the hook fiercely, and his voice was like a spell that cut through the wind and waves: "Open fire! Force them to leave the channel!!"

boom! !

The sound of cannons was like thunder, and the raging flames tore through the night sky!

As the two ships crossed, the wrath of death suddenly ignited.

Large tongues of fire and broken wood exploded in the air, and water splashed into the sky along with smoke, startling countless black seagulls, which cried miserably and flew away in all directions.

"Enemy ship fire!" Rex shouted, looking out from behind the scope.

Alison was already standing on the command platform in front of the main helm, her cloak fluttering in the wind, and she shouted the order:

"All gun crews, position! Siming, Rex, and Baroque, follow my command! Suppress with all your might! Calvino, stabilize the ship and don't let it deviate from the course!"

"Got it!" Siming jumped down.

Baroque roared and pushed the safety of the cannon. Rex calmly adjusted the angle, his eyes flashing with the light of ranging.

The ghost sailors emerged from the fog, cooperating with each other in a tacit understanding, attacking and defending.

The Lost roared and charged through the storm, with the Bone Scythe hot on its heels. The two ships were like a dragon and a swordsman, engaging in a desperate dance within close proximity.

The shells rained down like rain and the wind was as sharp as a knife.

The sails were ripped, the planks were broken, and debris flew everywhere.

The strong wind blew the sea surface back, and the flames and waves intertwined to form a totem of blood and iron.

Calvino stood behind the helm, his hands already rubbed bloody by the ropes. He gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his face, mixed with seawater. He roared:

"Hurry up! We have to get ahead of that wave!"

Alison's voice was as cold as a blade. "Focus fire on the port side! Blow up their foremast! Give them a taste of their own medicine!"

boom! ! !
A well-aimed cannon shot penetrated the side of the Bone Scythe, breaking the chains and engulfing part of the deck with flames.

Holt stood in the firelight, his white hair flying, his face distorted, but his eyes were as hot as the magma of hell.

He roared, "Catch up! Calvino can't ruin our fate again!!"

But at this moment, his crew began to hesitate.

The huge waves were close at hand, the upside-down sky was pressing down on them, and the omen of death seemed to penetrate their flesh and blood and penetrate into their bones.

But on the Lost, every crew member was burning in the storm.

Their feet were shaking and their bodies were bleeding, but their eyes were as firm as iron.

The cannons roared and the sails burst, but they did not waver at all.

"Ahead - is the door of destiny!" Lilia stood at the bow, the card in her hand shining brightly.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze.

The upside-down waves are within reach, and the huge waterfall falling from the sky seems like the throat of a god that swallows everything.

Calvino threw back his head and laughed wildly, his eyes blazing with the flames of madness and freedom:

"Just like that—break through fate! Embrace the future that belongs to us!!!"

The Lost leaped high, its bow like a sharp blade cutting through the raging waves and tearing the sea and sky apart.

It broke into the vortex realm where the sky and the sea were connected upside down, like a bet crossing the torrent of fate, and was thrown into the unknown abyss!
Behind him, Holt's roar echoed in the wind, and his iron hook tore through the sky as if to pierce the sky.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning, but he could only watch the black ship sail to the end of its fate.

The sky is roaring and the waves are rolling.

And the "Gate of Destiny" - finally, amidst the raging wind and huge waves, it slowly cracked open.

(End of this chapter)