Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 148 The Language of the Door

"In the face of true destiny, cowardice is sanity, and madness is the passport."

"Only travelers who give their all are qualified to glimpse the dream behind the door."

The storm is coming.

The upside-down sea and sky tore the entire world apart, as if the hand of fate had forcibly turned reality into a nightmare.

The Lost One and the Scythe of Bone, like two shadows of death, ran desperately across the rift between heaven and earth.

The waves are like knives, like a blade of judgment hanging over the head of every dreamer.

Above, the Milky Way poured down like a waterfall, the broken light tore through the clouds, and the sea breeze was like the howling of ghosts, blowing into the hull from all directions.

The waves were as high as mountains, the sails were torn into broken wings in the wind, and the thick fog was tangled, like a bandage of death wrapped around the hull.

In the distance, the vortex that swallowed everything was like the eyes of heaven opened, calm and indifferent, but with an irresistible gaze.

——In the heart of the vortex, a huge gate emerges.

That is not a building, but a manifestation of a certain will.

It is like the mouth of an ancient god awakening from the abyss, huge, vague, and invisible, as if it had fallen into this place from the end of time, a shape carved out of countless nightmares and oblivion.

It doesn't move, but it makes your heart stop and your soul tremble.

On the Lost, the wind was so strong that it was beyond description.

Everyone had already tied themselves tightly to the mast, the side of the ship and the gun turret with ropes.

Every time the hull trembled, it was like the dice of fate were thrown again.

Siming clasped the "Thousand Faces" card in his hand, his voice trembling slightly but still trying to remain calm: "I now... I do regret getting on board."

Ian, his hair disheveled, was as excited as a madman: "It's too late, brother! The tables have turned, and now it's time for the banker to draw his hole cards!"

Baroque gritted his teeth, veins popping out of his forehead: "Stop talking nonsense—they're still chasing!"

Everyone turned around suddenly and saw a ferocious black shadow breaking through the waves in the sea of ​​fog, with a tail flame that seemed to tear through space.

That is the Cang Gu Scythe, still chasing madly!

……

The Scythe of Bone, the Heart of the Storm.

The deck trembled, the hull groaned, and the mast was broken.

The sea water cut into the side of the ship like a sharp knife, and the crew rushed around on the cold deck, and panic spread like wildfire.

Some knelt on the ground and cried, while others even climbed over the railings and jumped into the whirlpool-like deep sea that led to an unknown destination.

"We're finished—this isn't sailing! This is dying!"

"Turn around! Turn around! We can't go any further!!"

The entire ship was in chaos.

Standing on the top of the main rudder, Holt stood like a statue, his cloak swelling in the wind, and the iron hook hammered the deck with a loud bang.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Shut up, everyone! Keep moving! Charge in!"

His voice was like thunder, a curse, and a cry for survival.

But no one answered.

Adjutant Selina finally took a step forward, her face pale, her lips tightly bitten, but still determined.

She looked directly at Holt. Although her voice was not loud, every word she said was as cold as ice falling into water: "That's enough, Holt."

She called behind her, "We are not monsters."

Holt turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"If you want to go, go alone. We've already walked too far with you.

You said you were looking for the door to the Sea of ​​Dreams, but this isn't a route—it's a funeral ship."

She paused, the sadness and anger of old memories surfacing in her eyes. "You're gambling our lives on memories you can never get back. You want to bury all of us to commemorate your past self?"

The anger on Holt's face froze for a moment.

But that moment was enough.

Serena turned around and shouted, "Turn around! Lower some of the sails and get ready to get away from the edge of the whirlpool!"

A few hesitant sailors finally plucked up the courage and quickly ran towards the mast and ropes.

More people joined her, no longer giving Holt a second glance.

Holt stood alone at the main helm, the wind and snow blowing through his white hair, as if the wail of the entire Bone Scythe was only heard by him.

Ahead, the Lost had already rushed into the deepest part of the vortex.

Behind him, the fleet he once led began to part ways with him.

And the door to the dream is slowly opening to them.

Just as the crew had not yet completed the rudder turn, a dazzling light tore through the storm and pierced the sky, as if stars had fallen to the earth.

Everyone looked up suddenly.

They saw "it".

Beneath the vortex, a door emerged. It was an ancient door that did not belong to this world, standing at the heart of the abyss, like a relic abandoned by time itself at the end of the world.

Its shape is constantly shifting and blurring, as if forged from a lost language and an eternal nightmare. Indescribable textures flow across the facade, like a shattered dream swirling on the water.

Behind the door was a dark, silent, invisible void.

A heavy and huge existence seems to be curled up in it, like a sleeping god, quietly waiting for the "awakening" destined in the prophecy.

On the Lost, the wind suddenly stopped.

Lilia opened her eyes wide, her breathing paused, and her hand quietly clenched the dark blue card - "Whisper of Dreams".

The card vibrated violently as if sensing a call, and the slight tremor from the fingertips was like a heartbeat in response.

She murmured softly, "I remember... I know this door."

All eyes converged on her. She slowly raised the card, her tone low but solemn, as if she were reading out some kind of irreversible contract:
"It is the language of the door."

"It is the key."

"I will cross the abyss of dreams."

"I will face the Lord of Dreams."

"In the name of dreams—open this door."

The card ignited golden-blue ripples at her fingertips, and the spell turned into streams of light surrounding her palm.

The next moment - the door opened.

Silent, yet earth-shaking.

The moment the door slowly opened, a low roar like the song of a deep-sea whale tore through the sky, and the entire whirlpool seemed to boil.

A suction force powerful enough to overturn space exploded in the void, pulling in the sea water, wind and waves, and fate itself!

The huge waves seemed to break away from gravity, rising into the sky, and the sky and the sea sank!

The Lost One shook violently, and the sails snapped like a bite.
The entire ship was violently pulled by the invisible force coming from behind the door, like a lone boat falling into the eyes of a god!
……

On the Scythe of Bone, the crew stared at the open door in horror.

"The door is open... the door... is really open..."

They all stopped moving at the same time and stared blankly at the heart of the vortex.

It is not only a passage to dreams, but also an existence that tears apart reason and soul.

Holt walked slowly to the bow, his steps as heavy as a ghost.

He raised his head and stared at the door with an obsessive and crazy look. The wind and rain were roaring in his ears, but he seemed to have no hearing of them.

In his eyes, there were no more subordinates, no more ships, and no more reality.

There is only the door.

"You cowards..." He whispered, his voice hoarse with anger, "You are not worthy to enter the dream behind the door..."

The iron hook slammed against the railing, and his roar exploded in the storm: "You only know how to escape! You! Will always be! Losers!"

Adjutant Serena rushed to the helm and roared back, "That wasn't a dream—that was the entrance to hell! We won't be buried with you!!"

But before she could press the steering brake, Holt suddenly threw down his cloak -

Five stars of reason were instantly ignited in his hands!
The blazing light erupted like a volcano, and his body began to change drastically in the storm:
The skin cracked, the muscles collapsed, the scales grew wildly, the bones swelled, and the eyes rolled back!
The arms split open and turned into long dark red tentacles, the chest cavity opened, and a huge abyss mouth covered with tentacles slowly opened!

"I don't need you anymore!!"

"I was born from the abyss, abandoned by fate - but I will crush the door of fate!!!"

—Holt jumped off the deck.

Like a burning comet, he threw down the sickle of blue bones and jumped into the vortex of the gate.

His figure merged into the storm, carrying with it hatred, obsession and madness, and rushed straight towards the Lost!

……

The Lost was completely swallowed up by the heart of the vortex.

The storm broke, the water curtain folded, and the whole world seemed to be crushed and reshaped by an invisible hand at this moment.

The hull constantly disintegrates and reassembles, the mast is reborn from its broken state, and the boundary between the sky and the sea is completely broken.

And Holt, like the god of death, follows, and seems destined to fight with the fate of the ship until the end.

They all fell into the world behind that door.

The world of dreams.

A stage beyond destiny.

An unprecedented nightmare trial is about to begin.

……

"The door is open. Offer your souls, memories, and destinies.

The Lord of Dreams is aware of your existence."

(End of this chapter)