Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 55: Hometown of Returnees

"The light of angel's tears will never go out, and the whisper of fate will never cease."

"Are you looking for wealth, or are you looking for yourself?"

The lights of Angel's Tears are still bright at midnight, and the streets are bustling with noise. There are taverns, casinos, black market trading points, and all kinds of carnivals and conspiracies intertwined.

However, at the end of a dark alley, there is a completely different bar, standing there quietly, out of tune with the bustle of the entire gambling city.

It was a building with a plain appearance. Under the low eaves, the dark wooden beams bore the traces of time. The orange light shining through the windows created a warm and mysterious atmosphere.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a faint scent of cedar hits you in the face. The air is also filled with the aroma of beer and barbecue, which makes people subconsciously relax their vigilance.

This is the "Hometown of Returnees", not only a bar, but also a place where secret masters secretly exchange information.

Many wanderers from different gate worlds stop here briefly to exchange information and even sell treasures they brought back from other worlds.

Siming gently pushed open the door and walked in as usual.

His eyes quickly locked onto the figure behind the bar—Leng Ji, the owner of the tavern and also an intelligence dealer. She was wearing a white shirt and a black windbreaker.
His slender fingers slowly wiped the wine glass, his eyes were as deep as the winter night sky, revealing a coldness that saw through the world.

Hearing the door open, she raised her head slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

"Oh? Siming?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of teasing, and then her gaze fell behind Siming.

Calvino and Lilia stood side by side at the door, their clothes soaked and covered with sewage and mud. Especially Calvino, the sleeve of his right arm was torn, obviously he had just experienced a fight.

More importantly, they exude a strange aura, a vibration that is incompatible with this world.

Leng Ji narrowed his eyes, put down his wine glass casually, and looked at Si Ming meaningfully, as if asking what was going on with these people.

Just as Siming was about to open his mouth to explain, the next second he saw a scene that left him speechless.

The two siblings didn't wait for anyone to greet them and rushed directly to the nearest table, staring at the food that had not been removed yet, their eyes like hungry wolves.

The surrounding mystics all looked at him in surprise, and some even subconsciously reached for their weapons at their waists, thinking that these sudden intruders were some strange creatures from another world.

Siming sighed softly and turned to look at Leng Ji. The latter just smiled faintly and snapped his fingers. The waiter of the tavern immediately brought two large plates of fresh steaks, bread and stew.

As soon as the food landed on the table, Calvino and Lilia pounced on it without hesitation and gobbled it up without any manners.

The steak was torn apart and the bread was swallowed in big mouthfuls. Lilia even picked up the bowl of stew and drank the soup in one gulp.

Everyone in the tavern fell silent, their eyes gradually changing from vigilance to astonishment, and then to a subtle pity.

Siming couldn't help but frown and asked in a low voice, "How long has it been since you last had a meal?"

Lilia, still biting a piece of meat, replied vaguely, "I don't remember."

Calvino did not say anything, but continued to eat silently, with a look of satisfaction after exhaustion in his eyes.

His nerves had always been on edge and he had never really relaxed, but now, at least for this moment, he could finally let down his guard for a short while and enjoy his food with peace of mind.

A few minutes later, the two of them slumped in their seats contentedly and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had finally come back to life.

Siming sat opposite them, applying the medicated oil with a complicated expression, and the wound on his hand was aching slightly.

He rubbed his temples while thinking about how to deal with the situation. The appearance of the two brothers and sisters was abrupt.

As a result, he was also involved in some unknown trouble.

But no matter what, this matter needs to be explained.

He looked up and slowly put down the medicine bottle, his tone calm but unyielding.

"Okay, now let's talk about compensation."

Calvino and Lilia looked at each other, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in their eyes.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense. They had indeed caused trouble, but they were unable to afford compensation.

"Uh...Mr. Siming, we...don't have anything to compensate you with at the moment."

Calvino showed an embarrassed look, and his fingers habitually touched the gun handle at his waist, as if subconsciously seeking a sense of security.

"But you guys really ruined my chance to make a comeback."

Sima Ming was heartbroken, his brows furrowed, as if he was still immersed in the doomed failure.

Lilia lowered her eyelashes, a pitiful look appeared on her face, and her hands subconsciously tugged at her sleeves.
The whole person looked like a little rabbit drenched by the rain, stealing glances at Siming timidly, as if he would be blamed at any time.

Leng Ji sat behind the bar and chuckled, her voice filled with lazy teasing: "Si Ming, you are too stingy." Her voice was soft, but with a hint of teasing, and she obviously had no sympathy for his complaint.

"It's not a matter of being stingy." Siming smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes slightly desperate.
"I'm really short of money lately. Celia just spent all my last savings, and I'll probably have to beg on the streets tomorrow."

After a moment of silence, Lilia blinked, as if seriously considering this possibility, and then spoke softly:
"...You could try singing at the door, maybe you can earn a few coins."

“…” Siming’s forehead twitched and he couldn’t help but sigh.

Leng Ji chuckled softly, with a hint of mischief in his eyes: "This is indeed a tragic story."

Sima Ming glared at her, obviously feeling even more depressed by her disapproval.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the fact that these two people still felt guilty and try to get as much compensation as possible, but now it seems that they don't seem to have any bargaining chips to pay compensation.

Just as he was about to push these two "disaster stars" further, Calvino suddenly stopped joking and became serious. He said slowly:
"Mr. Siming, although we have nothing now, if you are willing to help us, the treasures we will obtain in the future can serve as compensation."

Upon hearing this, Siming raised his eyebrows, his eyes scrutinizing him. "Future treasures? A blank check doesn't count."

Calvino was silent for a moment, then slowly took out a card from his pocket.

It was an ancient card, with a rough sea on its surface.

Amid the surging waves, countless twisted mouths could be vaguely seen whispering, as if telling some forgotten truth.

The entire card exudes a strange aura, as if it does not exist completely in reality, but rather wanders between dreams and reality.

Leng Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, his slender fingers tapped the wine glass, and he slowly uttered four words: "Guide Card."

Sima Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the card. He was obviously unfamiliar with the name.

Leng Ji smiled gently, his voice soft but full of meaningful emotion:
"Guidance Cards are cards that lead to the secret treasures of the world. They don't directly grant power to the holder, but they can point to a place where secret knowledge, forbidden treasures, or even loopholes in the world's rules are buried."

Siming's gaze grew slightly sharper, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table.

"In other words, this card can lead us to the treasure of the 'Dream Sea'?"

Calvino nodded, his tone firm: "Yes."

Lilia added softly, "Not just treasure, but also things that you mystics dream of."

Siming was silent for a moment, and his fingers gently ran across the edge of the wine glass.

For the mystic, wealth is certainly important, but what is even more valuable is the knowledge that can rewrite the rules, the unsolved fate, and even the possibility of leading to a higher level.

This card may bring some unexpected opportunities.

Just as he was thinking, the Thousand Faces' whisper suddenly rang in his mind, and the voice carried a strange meaning:
"This card doesn't belong to this world."

Siming's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly realized the seriousness of the problem.

His gaze returned to Calvino and Lilia, with a stronger sense of scrutiny.

These two siblings from an unknown world not only carry an unusual aura, but also possess a card that does not belong to the world of the Mystic Master.

He slowly leaned back in his chair, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Sounds good," he said lightly, but there was a hint of unidentified danger in his tone.

Both Calvino and Lilia held their breath, waiting for his final decision.

But Siming did not give an immediate answer. He just gently turned the wine glass in his hand, squinted his eyes lazily, as if calculating something.

"However, I never like to make a gamble that has no chance of winning."

His voice had a unique slow rhythm, and every word seemed to fall on the gambling table, like chips that had not yet been turned over.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone present understood that this was not a simple transaction, but a fateful decision.

And Sima Ming is still waiting to see clearly who is the one being calculated in this gambling game.

The whispers of dreams haven't stopped yet.

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