Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 83: The Lost One's Arrival

"The ultimate sanctuary for seafaring gamblers, where the shadow of the Sleeping Lord echoes."

"A city floating on a whale carcass, swallowing up the fate of countless pirates."

The Lost moved slowly forward in the thick fog, and the sea breeze blew in the face with the smell of decay, carrying with it an indescribable dampness and dullness.

The dark sea was shrouded by the huge shadow, and the faint blue light that shone through the sky was like the faint light seeping out from under the eyelids of some sleeping creature.

Calvino stood at the bow, gazing at the giant object that gradually revealed its full appearance, and slowly exhaled.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was welcoming an old friend after a long separation.

“…Whale Grave.”

His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly on the silent deck and everyone could hear it clearly.

Rex raised the telescope, his eyes lingered for a moment at the vast and strange outline, then he suddenly put it down and cursed under his breath.

"What the hell."

All the crew members on the Lost looked forward, their expressions filled with shock, suspicion, and even instinctive vigilance.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the vague outline became clearer and clearer.

It is not a floating island, nor a huge warship, but a huge dead whale lying across the sea.
Its remains float up and down, like the remains of some ancient gods, forgotten by time in this sea.

Whale Grave Number.

A city built on a dead giant whale, it is the throne of Kerkosen, the king of the deep, and the home of all sleepers.

The Lost slowly approached, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the remains of the giant whale.

As the distance got closer, its true scale gradually became apparent, and the impact it brought far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The giant whale's lower jaw tilted high, forming a natural arch, and the Lost entered it.

It was like a tiny flying insect accidentally entering the open mouth of a beast and would be swallowed up in the next second.

Its eye sockets had long since decayed, leaving only two deep black holes, so dark that they seemed to be able to suck a person's gaze into them.

However, whoever looks into those empty whale eyes will have a strange illusion, as if some ancient will is spying on their souls.

The whale's spine was transformed into the main channel, with huge vertebrae built like floating bridges.

Connecting the entire city, pirate ships passed under these bone bridges as if sailing among the wreckage of a giant beast.

The baleen was intertwined and transformed into an aerial walkway, suspended above the remains, like a spider web spanning the void, closely connecting various areas of the city.

Inside the whale's belly is the true core of the city. Its flesh and blood have long been stripped away, replaced by countless brightly lit buildings.
——Casinos, taverns, arenas, temples, and even some more secretive places.

Those gamblers, desperadoes, followers of the Deep One, spies of the Pirate King...all the living and dead souls are playing endless games of gambling in this city.

The Lost seemed pitifully small in front of this behemoth. Even the largest warship in Deep Tide Harbor was just a drop in the ocean under the shadow cast by the Whale Grave.

"Is it really okay to get close to this thing?" Siming frowned, his voice lowered to a very low level, his tone filled with instinctive uneasiness.
"It looked less like a ship and more like a... still-living corpse."

Lilia gently stroked the black and gold invitation in her hand.

The place where my fingers touched felt slightly warm, and the invitation letter was trembling faintly, as if responding to some call.

She looked up at the Whale Tomb and seemed to hear a faint hum in her ears.

Her expression changed slightly, and she murmured softly, "It's dead, why... can I still hear its breathing?"

The entrance to the Whale Tomb is the huge whale mouth.

"...I really hope it won't suddenly close its mouth." Rex muttered softly.

Looking at that abyss-like opening, a vague feeling of discomfort arose in my heart.

Inside the whale's mouth, numerous cables and suspension bridges are hung, connecting different areas of the Whale Tomb.

The mandible slowly opened like a natural city gate, allowing the Lost to enter.

Lilia unconsciously clenched the invitation letter, her heartbeat slightly quickening.

She always felt that this whale's mouth was not just an entrance, but more like a door to an unknown world. The Lost gradually sailed into the darkness.

The Lost slowly sailed into the interior of the Whale Grave. The cavity of the behemoth had been completely transformed into an enormous port.

The faint blue lights dotted every corner of the whale's belly like stars, flickering and illuminating this crazy country forgotten by time.

Whale's Belly Harbor presents a breathtaking spectacle.

Hundreds of ships of various styles are moored at the docks converted from ribs, with masts interlaced like a steel forest.

The whalebone was polished to a smooth white, engraved with unknown runes, and the runes flowed with a dim glow.
It seemed as if it still maintained some kind of strange vitality, keeping the entire port unusually stable.

The tidal flow system operates silently, maintaining the circulation of seawater inside the Whale Tomb.

This allows these huge ships to sail freely in the harbor, as if they were in the real ocean rather than in a long-dead shell.

The Lost gradually approached the dock, and the ghost sailors silently adjusted the cables to secure the ship firmly at the berth.

The cityscape in the distance appears completely different under the dim light.

The Whale Grave is not just a giant ship floating on the sea, but a real city, a city belonging to the dead and gamblers.

Along the streets that stretch out along the whale's belly, gambling houses are densely packed.

The gorgeous neon lights flickered in the darkness, attracting the attention of countless gamblers.

Those figures, with tired faces but driven by the excitement of gambling, came in and out of the casino door, some excited, some depressed.

The sounds of dice rolling, chips stacking, glasses colliding, and gamblers' excited or desperate whispers are intertwined.
It formed a hum that was unique to this city - the sound of the fate of the Whale Grave.

In the distant arena, the roar was deafening. It was the roar of the blood fighters and the shouts of the warriors fighting for their lives.

The sounds of battle rose and fell, the metallic clashing of swords and the muffled sound of blood splattering.

The sound of the blood and the crazy shouts of the audience mixed together, as if even the air was stained with the smell of blood.

This is not only a city for gambling, but also a stage for killing.

On the other side of the Whale Tomb, a secret transaction was taking place.

Shops and black markets coexist, and pirate merchants manipulate unknown transactions. Secret cards, lost relics, and even some illegal trickery rituals are circulated here.

Behind every transaction, there may be a forgotten curse or an unrevealed conspiracy.

And in the deepest part of the Whale Tomb, in the area filled with faint blue light, the Sleeping Temple stands quietly.

There gathered the followers of the Lord of Sleep, who whispered prayers in the heart of the Whale Grave, in reverence for the way of sleep they believed in.

A faint light enveloped them, and their shadows were blurred in the light, as if they no longer belonged to reality.

The Lost was docked steadily at the Whalebone Pier, with heavy iron chains hanging down, connecting to the huge berth.

The crew members on the deck stared silently at the scene before them. No one spoke, but their eyes revealed caution and vigilance.

Calvino looked around, a meaningful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "Welcome to the Whale Grave, everyone."

Alison narrowed her eyes, her fingers slowly stroking the hilt of the sword, and her voice was low: "This place... is more dangerous than I thought."

Rex stood at the edge of the deck, whistled softly, and glanced at the various pirates, gamblers, and bounty hunters in the harbor. He chuckled and said, "A good place, suitable for the dead."

Lilia stood aside, her eyes fixed on the distant blue light of the temple, her expression changing slightly.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he felt some kind of indescribable uneasiness.

Siming took a deep breath and glanced at the towering casino buildings and bustling gambling tables.

He sighed slowly, his voice filled with an inexplicable complex emotion: "...Although, I love gambling, it seems that we have been targeted by this casino city."

It seemed as if there was some invisible will in the air watching them, witnessing their arrival.

The wheel of fate of the Whale Tomb has begun to turn.

The Whale Grave storyline has officially begun. Also, monthly pack distribution has been moved to 12:00 PM. Good luck everyone.

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