Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 180 The Oath of Wind and Sea

"Some people have long since returned to the gravestone, but they still live on in the wind and waves, lighting our way home."

"Fate cannot take away memory. Only oblivion is the true form of death."

A ruin in the sea, a sunken place called the Garden of Eden.

This is a forsaken corner of the world.

Deep within a sunken sea, broken statues and leaning stone pillars stand silently on the seafloor, like the wreckage of an ancient god's lost palace. Blood-like coral spreads silently among the broken walls, and the waters are silent, as if the entire sea is holding its breath.

And in this dead blue heart, a lone door stood on the sea sand. Frameless and pillarless, it led straight into the depths, like a rift in a dream that led to the deepest part of one's heart.

A figure slowly walked out from behind the door.

The silver-white windbreaker fluttered silently in the water. Rex stood at the door, like a pilgrim who had arrived too late. He brought no one with him, no sniper rifle, only a heart that was still burning hot.

He walked slowly along the crumbling colonnade into the heart of the Garden of Eden. This had once been the "Listening Place," the legendary point of light where the gods descended. Now, only a circle of ruins remained, swallowed by coral and gray sand. He sat quietly, his eyes gradually sinking in the flickering blue light.

He closed his eyes, but her voice still seemed to echo in his ears.

Mira.

The beautiful figure that appeared again and again in the fragments of nightmares.

The girl who smiled and hummed for him in his memory.

The one who had died for him.

Rex spoke in a low voice, so soft that it seemed as if he was thinking and talking to himself:

"Mira...it seems that this journey...I still haven't found the answer."

"You always tell me to let go, saying that carrying too much will only stop me from going far, but..." He smiled bitterly, "I really... can't do it."

He opened his palm and scooped up a handful of the white sand unique to the Garden of Eden. Those soft grains drifted in the water, each one seeming to hold a memory. He raised his hand gently, watching them fall one by one, swirling in the sea like stardust.

And at that moment, he seemed to see her.

Mira's phantom slowly emerged from the sand and dust, her white dress trailing on the ground, her bare feet stepping on the broken rocks, her hair fluttering in the ocean current, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, that smile so gentle that it almost made people cry.

Rex's eyes turned red, but he didn't rush forward, just smiled faintly.

"You appear again...but this time, I know it's not an illusion."

He stretched out his hand, but still couldn't reach it.

She stood there, as if she had never left, and as if she had never belonged to this world.

At this moment, a card slowly emerged beside him, its blue-gold frame shining in the sea with patterns like the starry sky.

【Number】：No.703
【Star】: High
【Category】：World Series

[Real name]: "The Abyss of Broken Chapter"

【Fictitious Name】: "The Forgotten Manager, Tizel"

Like a beacon of memories, it stood quietly beside him, watching over his obsession and perseverance. It built this "palace of memory" for him, and it was also a gift and punishment left to him by the nightmare.

The sea light fell, and the marble slowly pieced together in the midst of longing. The familiar voice rang in my ears again - Mira's singing, surging from the depths of my memory like a tide:
"You should forget me."

“Only by letting go can we move forward.”

"But you turned memories into shackles and my shadow into your curse."

Rex stood up.

He walked slowly across the light spots on the seabed. The mottled stone slabs seemed like the melody she had walked through before, and every step seemed like stepping on an old dream. He looked at her shadow and said softly but firmly:
"You always say not to defy fate."

"But I still can't listen to you."

"I don't want a fate without you."

At that moment, the entire Garden of Eden fell silent. The water stilled, the light froze, and it seemed as if the sea itself had held its breath.

He put the card back in his arms, as if hiding a piece of the past deep in his heart. He looked back at the door leading to reality and sighed softly:
"Goodbye, Mira. I'll definitely bring the answer when we meet next time."

The Garden of Eden slowly collapsed like a dream, and Mira's figure faded in the light, as if giving him one last silent blessing. Rex turned and began his return journey.

His back was lonely, but straight, because he knew that as long as he remembered her, he could not fall.

Wind sleeper bay, silver sails return to port.

Another door slowly closed, leading to a familiar coastline.

This is a small town hidden in a corner of the world—ancient and peaceful, like a pearl lost on an old map. Red-tiled roofs glow warmly, stone paths wet with moisture. Morning light penetrates the sea mist, scattering on conch shell wind chimes, ringing a gentle morning song meant only for returning home.

Ian, carrying a slightly worn old bag and wearing the familiar sailor's windbreaker, walked step by step along the path he had walked a thousand times in his dreams. The wind blew past the corner, blowing his clothes, but he didn't look back.

"Little Ian is back!"

"Hey! Where are you going on adventures this time?"

"Hey, you've got to bring the wind back—the harbor's awfully quiet."

Familiar neighbors waved to him, their voices warm, as if the years had never passed. He smiled and said goodbye to each one, a soft smile in his eyes and brows. He hadn't smiled like this in a long time. It was a glimmer that shone from the depths of his heart, like old stars reunited after a long absence.

He crossed the end of the street and came to the lighthouse on the cliff - there was a very small cemetery. He carefully pushed aside the weeds and found a tombstone with an inscription standing quietly.

[Clea Catelyn - Captain of the Silver Sails]

Ian slowly squatted down, his fingertips gently brushing away the dust and sea salt on the stele, as if wiping away the weariness between her brows. His movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping soul.

"I once...really wanted to forget," he whispered.

The tone of voice was as light as the wind talking in its sleep, but every word hit the heart.

"But Feng told me that this is not allowed."

"I'm sorry, Claire... I betrayed your trust."

He finally lowered his head, forehead pressed against the cold stone of the tombstone, tears falling drop by drop, melting into the dust and moss. He didn't sob or whimper, simply letting the tears flow silently. It was a quiet confession, a silent atonement.

At this moment, the wind gently brushed across his cheek, and the touch was no longer just cool - it was gentle and familiar, as if a pair of slender hands were gently holding his face.

It was her hand, Clea's hand.

In the wind, there is her voice, as light as the morning mist, yet clear enough to touch the heart:
"It's not your fault, Ian."

"Never."

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile, tears and smiles intertwined on his slightly tired but gentle face.

"You're still... as gentle as ever."

He sat down against the tombstone and looked at the sky and sea that they had once looked at together.

"Thank you, Claire."

"I won't try to forget you anymore."

"I will never forget you again... my love, Captain Silver."

The wind stopped, then slowly picked up again, lifting the ends of his hair as if she had gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

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At dusk, golden light sprinkled on the sea. He stood up, brushed off the dust from the corners of his clothes, stood on the cliff, and looked at the familiar yet distant waterway.

He could not see the Silver Sail, but he knew that its trace was still jumping on the waves.

His shadow was lengthened by the setting sun, and he walked step by step towards a journey that had not yet ended.

Claire's figure did not appear, but her gentleness, her eyes, and the "goodbye" she never said had already turned into the sea breeze, accompanying him forever, moving forward.

"Fate may push us apart, but it cannot erase the memories from our hearts."

"When the wind brings the call of the past, we will eventually set sail again and walk side by side with the dead."

(End of this chapter)