Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 63 The Destination of the Lost: Kuroshio Pier

"The tide under the cover of night hides the whispers of the dead."

"What sank was not just the ship, but also the name, the past, and the unfinished journey."

The sea breeze carried salty and humid water vapor, permeating the air with a lingering fishy smell.

Standing on a slightly higher reef, Siming narrowed his eyes slightly and overlooked the harbor below.

Compared with the bustling and noisy Deep Tide Port, this area appears particularly gloomy, as if it is always immersed in sea fog, making it impossible to see its entire picture at a glance.

This is Kuroshio Pier, one of the most mysterious and chaotic ports in the Sea of ​​Dreams, named after the Kuroshio undercurrent that flows disorderly on the seabed.

Many pirates and desperadoes would stop here for a short time, some for trading, and some for some shady activities.

However, the strangest thing about Kuroshio Wharf is not these desperate criminals, but the "guests" here, who are not all living people.

"This place is not like other ports." Lilia said softly, her eyes wandering over the dock, as if observing something.
"Some of the boaters at Kuroshio Pier... come from deeper places."

At the end of the pier, a towering deep tide beacon tower stands in the night, with a faint blue flame burning on the top of the tower, dimly illuminating the black tide sea.

It is said that this lighthouse is not only a beacon to guide ships, but also a kind of suppression object, preventing certain beings that should not appear in the world from emerging from the bottom of the sea.

Opposite the lighthouse is the Kuroshio Shipyard, the most famous warship trading place in the Sea of ​​Dreams, where countless pirates buy, modify, and even steal warships.

There are various types of ships moored at the pier, some of which are old and dilapidated warships with mottled hulls and tilted masts.

Some are carved with strange and mysterious runes, giving off a vague sense of foreboding.

Siming glanced at the huge plaque and asked casually, "So, we're here to buy a boat?"

However, Calvino did not stop at all, but walked straight around the shipyard and continued to walk deeper into the dock.

Siming frowned and hurried after him: "Hey, you haven't even bought a boat yet, why are you running to the dock?"

Calvino turned around and gave him a meaningful smile: "You will understand soon, Mr. Chief of Staff."

At the dock, in front of a worn wooden table, a man in a black pirate coat was sitting casually.

In his hand, he was playing with a rusty dagger, the blade of which was covered with sea salt crystals, obviously caused by being soaked in humid air for a long time.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at the group of people, finally landing on Calvino and Lilia.
A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Calvino...you are coming back this time, aren't you planning to do something big again?"

Calvino walked up to him with a smile and shook his hand: "Why, you would refuse business from an old friend?"

The man narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on them, as if trying to see through something.
Finally, his gaze fixed on Lilia, and his tone was meaningful: "And Lilia...you two are still alive."

Lilia snorted slightly and did not answer.

"Stop talking nonsense." Calvino placed a small bag of pirate silver dollars on the table.

The purse landed on the table with a dull thud, and he said calmly, "We want a berth."

The man's fingers slowly slid across the blade of the dagger and he was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something.

Finally, he took the coin and casually pointed to an empty berth at the dock. "Berth number five, available anytime, but remember, don't cause me any trouble."

Calvino smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've always been a rule-abiding person."

Siming watched this scene and finally couldn't help but ask, "Wait, why are you renting a berth if you don't even have a boat?"

Calvino did not answer, but walked slowly to the edge of the berth and slowly took out a black card from his pocket.

The surface of the card seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, with faint traces of the surging sea and a broken deck shrouded in mist.

The entire card looks as if it is projected from a distant world, carrying a hidden and unknown power.

He gently held the card upright and whispered, "Come and witness the miracle."

Calvino's fingertips slowly slid across the edge of the card, his eyes as deep as the sea.

He chanted in a low voice, his voice as steady as the tide, yet carrying a certain unquestionable power.

"Nightmares whisper, the tides guide, lost sea souls, return to the broken boat."

In an instant, the surface of the Kuroshio Sea seemed to be touched by an invisible hand, and strange ripples appeared on the water, spreading outward layer by layer.

The sea breeze suddenly died down, the temperature dropped, the air seemed to freeze, and only the deep sea fog was swirling.

At first, it was just an abnormal flow of sea water, but the next moment, the entire Kuroshio Pier seemed to have fallen into a kind of slumber, and even the seagulls perched on the masts were silent.

A vortex formed in front of the dock, and black mist swirled on the water, like a long-dormant monster slowly opening its eyes. A blurry figure emerged from the abyss.

That is definitely not something of this world.

Amidst the interweaving fog, a heavy and ancient ship slowly emerged. Its hull was deep and dark, as if it had been broken from the end of the Nightmare Sea.

The wood texture on the deck is intertwined with traces of sea water, as if it had just returned from an endless storm.

Its sails were black as night, half solid and half illusory, fluttering in the wind without making the slightest sound.

On the mast, the dim lantern swayed slightly, casting a dim blue light and casting a hazy shadow in the thick fog.

The strangest thing is that the ship is not reflected in the water.

At this moment, the restless crew members on the dock retreated one after another. Some cursed in low voices, while others made gestures to ward off evil spirits.
Even some experienced old pirates had drastic changes of expression and turned pale.

"Ghost ship." Siming murmured softly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the mysterious card in his hand, his pupils shrinking slightly.

But Calvino just bowed slightly, with a calm smile on his face, and extended his hand gracefully to everyone.

"Captain Calvino, welcome aboard my ship, the Lost."

"...Is this thing really a boat?" Siming stood at the dock, his mouth twitching slightly.

His eyes wandered over the Lost. Although the ship was solid, it seemed to be constantly floating between reality and illusion.
Every time the sea breeze blows, it causes its edges to appear slightly distorted.

Alison was the first to step onto the deck and tapped the ground lightly, revealing an interested look.
"It doesn't feel like wood, and it doesn't feel like metal," she said, with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Ian stood under the sail, his fingers brushing against the translucent canvas. As the wind blew past, he whispered:

"The fact that the wind can propel it means it still follows the rules of real-world sailing."

Rex had already walked towards the observation deck, holding the railing with one hand, looking at the Black Current Sea in the distance, silent, with his eyes flashing with unknown meaning.

Baroque leaned directly against the side of the ship, grinning unconcealedly: "Whatever it is, at least we have a ship now."

Siming took a deep breath and finally stepped onto the deck. However, as soon as he stepped onto the deck, he frowned.

That strange feeling—

His feet were indeed on solid ground, but it felt like he was stepping into some kind of illusion.

It was as if I had not fully entered reality, but was staying at a transition point between reality and illusion.

"What exactly is this ship?" he couldn't help but ask.

Lilia stood at the bow, gently stroking the side of the boat, her eyes soft and nostalgic.

“It’s our home.”

Calvino smiled slightly and pointed to the lantern with a faint glow on his nail plate: "Or, you could say it is our home."

As night fell, the Lost lay quietly at anchor in its berth, the dim lanterns on the mast swaying slightly, casting a faint blue glow.

Siming stood at the bow, his hands resting on the side, his gaze cast into the depths of the Black Tide Sea.

He closed his eyes, and the sea breeze caressed his ears, bringing a whisper that did not belong to reality.

"...The storm will guide us, but where exactly are we going?"

“…Everyone who comes aboard this ship becomes a part of it.”

"...What have you forgotten? Does this ship still remember?"

The sea breeze blew, and the black tide rolled on the sea, as if responding to his thoughts.

Sima Ming opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.

"Ghost Ship, Ghost Sea."

"We are driving a ghost ship, heading to a sea where only ghosts can reach."

"The course has been set. The journey of the lost is about to begin."

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(End of this chapter)