Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 62: The Lost Man's Voyage: Deep Tide Harbor
"Waves surge, old dreams echo, and here all the lost return."

"Even though the sea wind wails and the spirits of the dead whisper, Deeptide Harbor remains steadfast."

boom--!
A crack door suddenly opened and emerged along the edge of the cliff, and the air twisted violently, as if the laws of the entire world had been tampered with in an instant.

Brilliant streams of light flowed from behind the door, like broken dreams being pieced together in reality.

The next second, a strong wind blew up, and a black shadow was thrown out of the threshold first, followed by several figures falling one after another.

Siming lay on the ground without any image, his face gloomy, and he supported himself on the rough stone floor with his arms and sat up with difficulty:

"Damn it, it's always so frustrating every time I travel through the portal world!"

In contrast, Celia landed with extreme grace, her long scarlet hair fluttering in the sea breeze. She covered her mouth lightly.
He looked down at Siming with a smile in his eyes, which made him feel itchy.

Ian and Rex stumbled to their feet, their faces turning slightly pale. Rex muttered under his breath, "More dizzy than sailing in a storm."

Alison, on the other hand, just put one hand on her hip and looked around sharply, obviously adapting much faster than others.

Finally, Lilia stepped out of the threshold and landed steadily. She took a deep breath and looked at the scene in front of her.

His eyes were complicated, as if filled with nostalgia, yet also mixed with a hint of vigilance.

"This is..." she whispered softly, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Deep Tide Harbor."

"A home for the lost, a refuge for the wanderers."

"If you belong to no one, then this place belongs to you."

The sea breeze howled, rolling up thick, humid fog. In the morning light, the entire city was shrouded in sea fog, like a fortress sleeping on the edge of huge waves.

Raging waves crash against the rock walls, stirring up bursts of white foam, and the air is filled with the scent of sea salt and old harbor wood.

This is the border of the Sea of ​​Dreams and also the paradise of desperadoes - Deep Tide Harbor.

This port city is a mixture of the wildness of the Viking tribe and the remaining glory of the old pirate empire.

A tall tower stands on the top of the cliff, and the top of the tower is covered with various flags, all of which are relics of former bandits and desperate fleets.

Going down the steep and winding mountain road, you will see wooden houses, pirate taverns, and secret shops spread out densely.

The stone brick alleys are staggered and crisscrossed, extending all the way to the dock below.

Dozens of pirate ships of various shapes were anchored in the harbor, with flags of different forces flying on their masts, indicating their respective owners.

The decks of some ships still bear traces of blood from the battle, and runes shining with mysterious light are carved on the bows, symbolizing that they have once set foot in mysterious seas.

The streets were filled with the noise of taverns, the sound of hammering in blacksmith shops, the shouts of gamblers and the crisp clash of unsheathed swords intertwined into a chaotic symphony.
The smell of rum, gunpowder and blood in the air makes this place more like an altar where carnival and death coexist.

"This is the gateway to the Sea of ​​Dreams," Lilia said in a low voice, looking at the port in front of her. "It's also the first stop for all pirates."

"A haven for mystics, order amidst chaos."

Siming dusted himself off, stretched his shoulders, and glanced at Lilia: "So, what's next?"

Lilia retracted her gaze and turned to look at everyone: "Black Mist Contract, the Secret Master Guild's intelligence base in the Sea of ​​Dreams."

Alison nodded and added, "There, we can exchange the Mystic Gold Coins for Pirate Silver Dollars. After all, the mortals here don't accept the currency of the Mystic World."

"Oh?" Siming frowned slightly, his eyes slightly dissatisfied. "In other words, we don't even have money to buy a glass of rum now?"

Alison shrugged lightly, a meaningful smile on her lips: "Rookie, you still have a lot to learn." Rex chuckled beside him, and Ian leaned leisurely against a wooden stake.

Baroque grinned, revealing a row of sharp white teeth, as if he was already accustomed to this scene.

Siming suddenly became alert, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Calvino: "What cards are you hiding?"

Calvino laughed heartily and patted Siming on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we'll go to the port tomorrow morning and you'll know, Mr. Chief of Staff."

Siming snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "I hate this kind of 'you'll know when the time comes' suspense."

Calvino spread his hands, still smiling: "But you have to get used to it. After all, this is the world of pirates."

The crowd walked slowly down the steep wooden steps, passing through the crisscrossing streets and alleys of Shenchao Port.

The roads here are narrow and rugged, and the humid air is filled with the scent of sea salt, mixed with the aroma of rum wafting from the tavern and the clinking sound of iron coming from the blacksmith shop in the distance.

The architectural styles on both sides are chaotic and varied. Some of them seem to be temporary wooden houses built by generations of pirates, with sloping eaves.

They creak when the wind blows through, and some are converted from the wreckage of old ships. The original paint color of the hull and the nautical runes engraved on the walls can still be seen.

Finally, they stopped in the most secluded corner of Deep Tide Harbor, where a stone house hidden behind a storm cliff stood quietly, as if forgotten from the world.

A black lantern hung in front of the door of the stone house. The light flickered, casting distorted shadows that intertwined with the surrounding damp mist, appearing hazy and mysterious.

"Black Mist Contract." Lilia murmured softly, her fingertips lightly brushing the old copper ring on the door, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Siming pushed open the heavy wooden door, and in an instant, an ancient breath rushed towards him——

Parchment, secret ink, damp wood, and a faint strange fragrance, like the smell of time deposited here.

The room was dimly lit. Several flickering candlesticks were embedded in the walls, illuminating rows of bookshelves filled with contract scrolls, secret documents, and some dusty ancient objects.

In the center of the hall, a mystic in a black robe stood behind the counter, with a thick pile of sheepskin contracts and transaction records in front of him.

His figure cast a deep shadow in the candlelight, as if he himself was part of the shadow.

He raised his head, his eyes deep, and said in a low voice: "Who is coming?"

Calvino walked forward slowly, a faint smile on his face, and said calmly: "We are visitors from the lost, bearing gold and an unknown destiny."

The man in black robe was silent for a moment, then revealed a barely perceptible smile, as if he had heard some long-lost secret code.

"Well then, welcome to the Black Mist Contract."

The transaction began. Siming placed two mysterious gold coins on the counter. The man in black robe reached out to take them. His slender fingers moved slightly.
The gold coin disappeared in his palm, as if it had never existed.

A moment later, he pushed over a heavy bag of pirate silver dollars. The metal coins collided with each other, making a crisp sound and reflecting a faint silver glow in the dim candlelight.

Alison took the bag, opened the burlap sack, quickly inspected it, and nodded with satisfaction: "This should be enough for us to buy some initial supplies."

Siming leaned against the counter, his hands in his pockets, his eyes slowly scanning the secretive exchange. His tone was a bit playful: "So, what's next?"

Calvino smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the door. The sea breeze lifted his windbreaker, revealing his meaningful eyes.

He spoke slowly: "Next, we're going to meet an old friend."

"He will tell us how to find our ghost ship."

(End of this chapter)