Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 57 The Call of the Sea of ​​Dreams
"Have you ever seen it in a dream?"

"The endless ocean, the reveling pirates, the sleeping nightmare...it awaits you, and it also devours you."

The lights in the tavern illuminated Siming's slightly narrowed eyes. He tapped the table with his fingertips, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The sound of knuckles knocking echoed in the quiet bar, like a silent test.

"Leng Ji, since you are so interested in this world, why don't you go there yourself?"

His tone was relaxed, with a hint of sarcasm, as if he had seen through Leng Ji's intentions.

Leng Ji didn't care, he just smiled softly, his violet eyes showing a hint of teasing.
She slowly shook the wine glass in her hand, and the deep red liquid in the glass swayed slightly, as if fate was whispering.

"Of course I want to go, but I can't." Her voice was gentle, but with unquestionable calmness.

Siming raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Oh? You are not afraid of pirates?"

Leng Ji shook his head, casually placed the wine glass on the bar, and lightly tapped the rim of the glass with his fingertips, making a slight crisp sound.

She didn't answer directly, but casually said, "I'm the head of the Guild of Mysterious Schemers, and I can't leave the Homecoming Homeland for long."

Her eyes swept lightly over Siming, as if waiting for his reaction, but Siming's smile faded little by little.

"Unless..." Leng Ji paused slightly and added slowly, "The bar owner comes back."

The cup in Siming's hand paused for a moment, and his eyes changed slightly.

He rarely heard Leng Ji mention the real boss of the Hometown of Returnees, and if even Leng Ji could not act freely, the mysterious "boss" must be a heavyweight figure in the world of the mystic.

It's just... he's never actually met the other person.

But right now, that's not the point.

The point is—Leng Ji was pushing him onto the boat.

Leng Ji smiled lightly, as if seeing through his hesitation, and said casually: "Si Ming, you should actually give it a try."

Siming sneered, leaning lazily on the back of his chair, the wine glass in his hand swaying slightly: "Try? I'm not interested in taking risks."

"Oh?" Leng Ji blinked and smiled meaningfully.

"However, the portal world of the Sea of ​​Dreams once appeared in the exploration records of the Mystic Master Guild."

Siming's eyelids twitched slightly, but his expression remained calm. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip casually, as if he didn't take the words to heart.

"It's a world full of endless treasures and crazy pirates."

Leng Ji said softly, his fingers slowly stroking the rim of the cup, "In the Sea of ​​Dreams, you have only one identity - a pirate."

"Legend has it that the world's greatest treasure is hidden in the Dream Sea, and countless pirate fleets are searching for it."

"But—they all failed."

"To this day, no one has truly found the entrance to the Dream Sea."

She paused slightly, and the smile on her lips deepened a little, like a gambler who had just rolled the dice:
"However, Calvino and his team have a 'guidance card' in hand."

Siming's brows furrowed slightly. He put down his wine glass, his voice still lazily: "...What do you want to say?"

Leng Ji gently turned the wine glass, his eyes flickering slightly under the reflection of the glass:

"I just thought, didn't you once say, 'If there's money to be made, I'd be happy even if it meant being a killer'?"

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze like a glimmer in the night, with a hint of subtle cunning:

"This time, I'm just asking you to play pirate—what's wrong with that?"

Siming blew gently on the rim of the cup, a faint smile on his lips: "You don't think I'm seasick, do you?"

Leng Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled lightly: "That won't happen. After all... you are a man who wanders with the wind."

Her gaze moved slightly downwards and landed on Siming's wrist. The barely perceptible star pattern on his life pattern glowed faintly under the light.

"So, here's the question - do you want to gamble or not?" she asked softly, her voice gentle but with a hint of provocation.

The bar was silent. Calvino and Lilia did not say a word, quietly waiting for Sima Ming's choice.

Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes moving between Leng Ji, Calvino and Lilia, finally stopping on the guidance card on the table.

He narrowed his eyes and let out a light breath.

"...The gambling game is becoming more and more interesting."

Siming did not answer immediately, but subconsciously touched his pocket. His fingertips touched the thin cloth, and the light weight inside made his heart sink.

His savings were almost gone, and Celia had been spending money faster than she'd burned it lately. It could even be said that she didn't even consider money as money. Thinking of this, he sighed deeply, feeling like he'd completely become a personal ATM for some prodigal vampire.

Leng Ji's smile became more gentle, and he gently shook his wine glass. His tone was calm but murderous:
"If you are willing to participate in this mission on behalf of the Guild of Mystics and bring back something valuable..."

She paused slightly, and the smile on her face deepened: "It's not that we can't discuss it. I'll lend you some start-up capital first."

Siming's smile froze instantly, and a strong ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"...Are you a guild or a moneylender?"

"It's a guild." Leng Ji shrugged lightly, his eyes tinged with mischief. "But in the end, we still have to make money."

Siming held his forehead, feeling that he was completely trapped in this situation with no way out.

"Besides..." Leng Ji tapped the bar with his fingertips, his tone nonchalant.
"You don't really think that Celian, a noble vampire princess, would condescend to sleep on the street with you, do you?"

The corner of Siming's eye twitched violently.

He could tolerate lack of money, could tolerate temporary poverty, but he really couldn't tolerate -

Celia left him in the middle of the night to stay with Natasha! What's more terrifying is that this is not the first time.

What bothered him most was that the vampire had been missing all day.

Where did that spendthrift thing go again?

He rubbed his temples, trying to suppress the ominous premonition in his mind and didn't want to think about this problem anymore.

He took a deep breath and made a final weak struggle: "...Okay, okay."

He raised his head, glanced at Calvino and Lilia, and asked helplessly, "At least, tell me - what kind of world is the Sea of ​​Dreams?"

Calvino nodded slightly and spoke slowly, his voice low and rhythmic, as if telling a long-standing legend.

"The Sea of ​​Dreams is a gate world composed of endless oceans and countless islands."

"In this world, we have only one identity—pirates."

"There is no king, no empire, only independent pirate ports controlled by various pirate kings, fighting each other and robbing each other's wealth."

"Here, wealth is everything."

Calvino's voice slowly echoed in the bar, and every word seemed to carry some mysterious gravity, pulling at people's thoughts and dragging them into the unknown sea.

"But what really drives this world crazy is the legend of the 'Dream Sea'."

He lowered his head and gently stroked the card in his hand, his fingertips tracing the intricate and twisted patterns, as if he was stroking a forgotten map.

"It is said that there is the greatest secret treasure in the world hidden there, enough wealth to drive the whole world crazy."

"What a pity..." Calvino sighed softly, raised his head, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly. "Until now, no one has found the entrance to the Dream Sea."

He slowly spread out the card in his hand. On the card, there was an endless surging sea. Distorted whispers emerged between the waves, as if telling some unknown secret.

"But we know that there are three cards that can lead to the true entrance to the Dream Sea."

"And the one I have in my hand—" He tapped the card slowly with his fingers, "is one of them, 'Whisper of Dreams'."

Siming narrowed his eyes, staring at the card, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table. His black eyes were deep and calm, as if he was weighing things, or calculating some unknown risk.

At this moment, a whisper suddenly sounded from the depths of his mind, with a strange smile, as if it were crazy talk seeping out from a nightmare.

"Chance."

"The road to destiny."

"Are you going to refuse this time?"

The voice of the Thousand Faces was like a spider's thread, slowly crawling through his consciousness, bewitching, provoking, and stimulating the gambler's instinct deep in his heart.

Siming exhaled lightly, raised his eyes, and glanced meaningfully at Calvino and Lilia in front of him. Leng Ji still had a faint smile on his face.
There was a hint of speculation in his violet pupils, while Calvino's eyes were calm, with undisguised expectation. Lilia clenched her fists, nervously waiting for his answer.

Maybe this really is just a complete gamble.

but--

He has always been good at gambling.

Siming smiled slightly, narrowed his eyes, and lightly hooked his finger, flipping the guidance card casually. His eyes fell on the card, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"...It seems that this time, I really have no other choice."

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