Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 72 The Lost, sailing towards the unknown dawn
"The sea breeze removes the constraints of the land, and we face the unknown waves."

"Every voyage is a gamble with fate."

"The Lost One, embark—nightmares and treasures await ahead."

The dawn light shines through the morning mist and falls on Deep Tide Harbor. The sea surface of the harbor surges gently, and the tide hits the rocks, making a deep and gentle echo.

The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze, mixed with the fishy odor of the fishing port and the smell of freshly lit kerosene lamps. The entire port was slowly waking up from the silence of the night.

The Lost was quietly docked at the berth, its hull swaying slightly with the rise and fall of the tide.

Siming was carrying the sailing supplies with Baroque, Rex, and Ian. Sweat was oozing from everyone's forehead.
Carrying heavy wooden boxes and wine barrels on their shoulders, they made a low creaking sound when they stepped on the deck.

"Damn it..." Siming gritted his teeth and struggled to carry a heavy box of Langdu wine, his voice full of reluctance.

"Can't we hire some porters? Why do we have to do all the hard work ourselves?"

Alison folded her arms at the side of the ship, looking down at the busy figures of the men.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile: "Hey, gambler, can't you be a little gentleman?"

Siming rolled his eyes and took the next box of goods handed to him by Ian, muttering dissatisfiedly: "No. I just want to go back and catch up on some sleep."

"Hahaha! Sima Ming, accept your fate!" Baroque laughed heartily, picked up two bags of dry food and threw them directly into the cabin.

"Aren't you our Chief of Staff? How come you can't even handle this little bit of hard work?"

Rex stood aside, trying to suppress his laughter. He fixed the food barrel to the wooden rack on the deck and said deliberately:
"Poor Chief of Staff, what's wrong? You're so cool in the casino, but you find it tiring to move goods?"

Siming didn't bother to pay attention to them and was about to open his mouth to refute when suddenly, a crisp cheer broke the noise of the crew in the morning mist.

"Wow—out to sea!" Celian's voice rang out in the morning light.

Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw Celian with her arms outstretched on the railing at the bow.

Facing the sea breeze, I was as excited as a child seeing the sea for the first time.

Her vampire cloak fluttered in the wind, looking like a dancing flame in the morning light, and her whole body exuded an excitement that was eager to try.

Lilia stood beside her, chuckled, took her hand, and waved with her towards the distant junction of the sea and the sky.

The faint light of the morning sun fell on her golden hair, casting soft and complex shadows.

Siming rubbed his forehead and asked helplessly, "Why are you so excited? You won't get a tan. Do vampires like the sea?"

Without even turning around, Celian shouted, "Of course! This is the first time I've ever been out to sea!"

Siming's expression froze instantly, and he looked at her in disbelief: "Oh my God. You're a vampire who's lived for hundreds of years, and this is your first time going out to sea?"

Celian smiled nonchalantly, her bell-like laughter echoing in the morning breeze, while Lilia stared quietly into the distance, a hint of complex emotions flickering in her eyes.

She didn't know whether she could find back the lost memories of her and Calvino in this unfamiliar sea...

Supplies were loaded onto the ship one after another, and the cabin was already packed to the brim.

The most eye-catching thing is the piles of Langdu wine barrels, which almost occupy one-third of the storage space.

Siming frowned as he stood at the cabin door, looking at the pile of wine barrels. His tone was full of suspicion: "By the way, who is the chef on our ship?"

Calvino was standing in the captain's seat. After hearing this, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a sly look in his eyes, he said in a playful tone:

"Don't worry, Siming. When the Lost officially sets sail, you'll naturally meet our chef... Just don't be too surprised then." Siming frowned, his intuition telling him that something was amiss. "...Why do you sound so suspicious?"

Calvino just smiled and patted his shoulder, turned and walked towards the deck, leaving Sima Ming standing there with a look of doubt on his face.

On the deck, Alison was holding a list of sailing supplies, checking the cargo one by one. Her eyes were focused and sharp, and she would not allow anything to be missed.

As the second officer of the Lost, she must ensure that the ship has sufficient food, water, gunpowder, tools and emergency supplies during the next two months of sailing.
Any neglect of details may put them in danger during the voyage.

She quickly glanced over the list, nodded to Calvino, and said simply, "All supplies are ready, and we can set sail at any time."

Calvino nodded, walked to the bow, and held the heavy rudder firmly with both hands.

He looked deeply into the distance. The ocean shrouded in morning mist seemed like a sleeping beast, quietly waiting for their arrival.

The noise on the deck gradually faded, replaced by the orderly movements of the crew.

Ian had swiftly climbed up to the lookout tower, his hands resting on his forehead, gazing into the distance, wary of the unknown waters;
Rex quickly untied the ropes and hoisted the sails. The wind poured in, causing the entire ship to tremble slightly and move forward slowly.
Baroque stood in the center of the deck, carefully inspecting the artillery and weapons to make sure all combat equipment was in top condition and ready for battle at any time.

The atmosphere on the ship quietly changed at this moment. The previous teasing and lightness were swept away, replaced by a solemnity and excitement of about to embark on an unknown voyage.

Everyone's face was filled with concentration. They knew that the journey ahead would not be smooth sailing, and they had to be prepared for everything.

Calvino raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently turned the rudder with his palm. With the push of the tide, the Lost swayed slightly and slowly loosened the rope of the berth.

His voice was as steady as a rock, with an unquestionable firmness.

"The Lost, set sail."

"Weigh anchor!" Alison stood on the side of the deck and shouted the order in a loud and powerful voice.

Rex on the lookout immediately reported: "The wind is good, northwest wind aids navigation!"

Ian's hands kept moving, skillfully adjusting the sails so that the wind could fully fill the mast and push the boat forward.

As the heavy anchor was slowly pulled up, ripples appeared on the sea water. The Lost was like a long-sleeping giant beast, waking up in the morning light and starting to sail towards the unknown sea that had not yet been explored.

Standing at the bow, Celian faced the morning breeze, her long hair flying and her arms waving excitedly, like a bird of prey about to take flight.

Lilia stood quietly aside, her gaze cast towards the distant place where the sea and sky meet, a complex emotion revealed in her eyes.

Her fingertips tightened slightly, and she felt a mixture of uneasiness and anticipation in her heart - would that unknown sea guide her to find her lost memories?

Siming stood on the deck, looking up at the sky. The sea breeze was salty and humid, with a hint of chill.

He sighed softly and muttered to himself, "We really are... sailing a ghost ship to explore a ghost-haunted ocean."

No one knows whether a storm or treasure awaits them.

But the only thing they can do is to sail to the end in this unknown ocean.

The Lost's sails were hoisted high, cutting through the morning mist and slowly sailing into deeper waters.

The invitation to Whale Tomb is already in their hands, the stage for the gambling game has been set, and what awaits them is the bet of fate.

The winner will get a glimpse of the truth about Youmeng.

The loser will sink into the abyss of the sea.

(End of this chapter)