Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 147: The Abyss
"The web woven by fate never allows retreat or hesitation."

"In the depths of the rolling waves, only the courageous and the mad can find the path to the truth."

On the waterway where the sky and the ocean are connected upside down, raging waves fall from the sky like waterfalls, as if the top of the world is collapsing.

The surging waves danced wildly in the inverted space, like the roar of a giant god.

The two ghostly battleships, the Lost One and the Scythe of Bone, are like the souls of the dead, engaging in a desperate chase on top of the world on the edge of the storm.

Cannons roared between the waves, flames exploded, illuminating the sea as if purgatory had descended.

On the deck, Ian raised his arms high, and the mysterious power turned into invisible wind wings, wrapping the entire Lost.

Under his control, the wind no longer raged, but became the wings of the ship.

The wind was howling, the waves were boiling, and the Lost was like a sharp arrow, rising against the sky.

“Keep speeding up!” Calvino roared, veins bulging in his arms as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “We’re almost there—rushing into the eye of fate!”

"Captain! In front--" Rex's voice suddenly rose, revealing a rare nervousness.

Siming and Alison looked up almost simultaneously, and the next second, an almost surreal scene unfolded—

The Lost was suspended in the sky.

Their ship seemed to be hanging on the edge of an inverted world.

The surrounding sea water poured down from the "sky", as if the entire ocean was falling from the sky, and the land under the feet had long disappeared.

In the distance, the Bone Scythe was following closely behind in a mad spinning posture, with artillery fire like star rain and flames blooming at the stern of their ship.

Siming's eyes widened, his face livid: "Are we in... heaven now?"

Calvino gritted his teeth and roared, "Attention everyone! The turning point is just ahead! If you don't prepare, you'll be in for a nightmare!"

The storm was roaring, lightning flashed like whips, and in the cracks of the sky and the sea, a black shadow that seemed to devour the world was slowly opening.

It was a giant vortex that shocked the soul.

It is like the eye of the sky, devouring all hope, and all things sink like ants in front of it.

Around the vortex, space seemed to be torn and twisted, the storm knelt at its edge, and the waves were like dust under the feet of a god.

Siming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly blurted out, "Isn't this fucking hell?!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hold on tight!" Baroque roared and threw a thick cable.

Siming caught it subconsciously and wrapped it around his waist desperately.

Lilia was unusually calm at this moment. She looked at the heart of the vortex.

The voice was so low it sounded like a whisper on the wind: "Over there is the 'flip door' to the Dreamy Sea. We... have no choice but to go through it."

She paused, looked at Siming, and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier."

Siming grinned and held her hand tightly:
"Don't be silly, Lilia. I'm... 99% lucky now. I won't die here."

"No one will die!" Baroque laughed wildly, his eyes burning.
"We all know that this is the meaning of sailing! If you don't risk your life, you're not worthy of being called a pirate!"

At this moment, Calvino suddenly opened his palms, and the star of reason burned like a flame in his palms.

He chanted the ancient secret ship language in a deep voice, and that voice seemed to stir the soul of the sea—

The Lost One glowed with a shimmering blue and purple-gold light. The ship suddenly rose high, and its sails spontaneously combusted without breaking.
A ring of flames erupted from the bow, like a crown on a ghost.

"Lost One, secret form, full speed into the flip dream!"

Following the thunderous command, the entire ship transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards the core of the vortex!

Behind him, the Blue Bone Scythe also ignited its final power.

Holt's eyes widened, his face twisted in anger. "Speed ​​up! Keep chasing! Calvino shouldn't have the key to that sea! He's not worthy!!"

"Captain! We can't hold on any longer!" Selina screamed. "Any closer and the ship will collapse!"

"Shut up!" Holt roared, slamming the iron hook against the railing. His voice was like thunderous judgment. "If you don't charge, I'll kill you right now!"

Under his crazy will, the Blue Bone Scythe began to be drawn into the edge of the vortex, roaring and rushing towards the vortex of fate.

The crew members were pale, their hands and feet trembling, but they dared not disobey, pulling hard at the sails, pushing the hideous black ship forward. The two ships, amidst the waves at the end of the world, in the final rift where the sky and the sea meet, burned, roared, and were determined—

Face the door of dreams!
And that door finally slowly opened amidst the trembling of heaven and earth...

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the hull shook violently, as if it was being dragged by some invisible giant hand.

The Lost One broke into the core area of ​​the dream vortex. The world was no longer the concept of "water and sky connected", but a chaos of collapse and surge.

Wind, thunder, and lightning intertwined, and the nightmarish sound of the tide came from all directions, like the whispers of ancient deep-sea monsters.
It was like the mumbling of a sleeping god—each sentence carried a strange weight, as if echoing in the deepest part of the soul.

The deck swayed like floating ice, the hull creaked, the side corners even bent slightly, the space was torn irregularly, and time and reality seemed to have lost their sense of rhythm.

The breath seemed to be compressed into a viscous liquid, time stagnated and then rushed, and all sense of direction was collapsing.

The five senses completely failed at this moment.

Lilia stood at the front, her eyes empty yet deep.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips tightly grasping the dark blue card of fate - "Whisper of Dreams".

The card now glowed softly, the blue light pulsating like a tide, rhythmically beating like a heartbeat.

With the wind, a low melody slowly emerged.

That's not language.

It is not a magic word, nor a curse, but a reverberation of "memory".

It's like a dream, broken and fragmented, but still repeating to wake me up.

Lilia heard it.

She heard it clearly.

But she didn't say it.

She simply lowered her eyelashes and stared quietly at the abyss of dreams being torn apart by the storm. An indescribable emotion emerged in her eyes, whether it was confusion, fear, or reunion after a long separation.

Her expression was extremely complicated, as if her consciousness had already penetrated the storm and sunk into a distant dream left over from her previous life.

——The dream is waking up.

"Lilia?" Sima Ming called her in the wind, his tone filled with uneasiness and hesitation.

She slowly raised her head, looked at him, and shook her head gently: "It's okay."

But her voice seemed to come from another time, so hazy that it was almost transparent.

She didn't cry, nor did she laugh. But her eyes had already been looking into the depths of the vortex.

There was no wind and no thunder.

There is only one door.

No, it is a projection of some kind of consciousness, like the shape of a door, stretching out in the void.

It has no substantial shape, but its existence is like the sun hanging in the deepest part of the soul, making people dare not look directly at it.

It is sleeping.

It's waiting.

Waiting for the dreamer's footsteps to fall into its territory, waiting for the gambler of reincarnation to place the chips of fate again.

At the edge of the storm, everyone had not yet approached the "door", but Lilia knew that it had already sensed them.

It is opening its eyes.

From the depths of the vortex, a familiar yet unfamiliar whisper came—

The whisper was not of language, not of the world, but of the dream itself.

And that door has not yet opened.

But it has opened its eyes.

(End of this chapter)