Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 90 Chapter 91 The Bidding of the Dead and the Whisper of Sleep
"In the Whale Grave, wealth can buy everything."

"But in some places, nightmares are more valuable than gold."

The auction house in the "Giant Rib Area" of Whale Tomb is a huge building constructed from white whale bones. The huge ribs pierce the sky like pillars, supporting the entire auction hall.

The dome towered into the clouds, and the black flag swayed slightly in the dim blue light, as if the shadow of the Sleeping Lord was shrouding this space.

There is a thin layer of mist in the air, which is ethereal and mysterious. Whenever the auction begins,
Strange whispers seem to emerge from the fog, intermittent, elusive, like whispers from another dimension.

Legend has it that these whispers are the echoes of the Sleeping Lord, and only those truly immersed in nightmares can understand their meaning.

The hall was filled with bidders from all over the place, all dressed differently and with different auras.

Some are pirate kings dressed in gorgeous clothes, with gold and secret cards taken from enemy ships wrapped around their waists;
Some are scarred bounty hunters, their fingers rubbing on the gun handles, glancing around vigilantly;

There were also some mystics wearing deep hoods. They were silent, occasionally talking in low voices, their eyes full of enthusiasm for the auction items.

Calvino walked slowly into the auction room, his eyes casually scanning the items on the auction table.

The announcer's voice echoed in my ears, and one precious and strange item after another was presented to the auction table.

"Lot 046, Nightmare Octopus Larva, Starting Price: Twenty Nightmare Golds!"

"Number 078, Fragment of the Sleeping Lord—a piece of blue crystal brought back from the Sleeping Realm. Rumor has it that it can hear the whispers of gods. Starting price—50 Nightmare Gold!"

Calvino sneered softly. Each item here was more outrageous than the other, and their prices were even more ridiculous.

Nightmare gold... He doesn't have that much money.

Not to mention buying these things, even if he sold himself, he probably couldn't even afford a seat at the auction here.

However, when the auctioneer announced the next item, his eyes suddenly froze.

"No. 099 - Memory Pearl, starting price: one hundred Nightmare Gold pieces!"

In the center of the auction table, a bead with a light blue glow was quietly suspended in a translucent glass cover.

The faint light flows slowly inside the bead, like a sealed dream, or a drop of frozen time residue.

The announcer's voice was loud and rhythmic, with a certain frightening appeal:

“This is a precious memory bead of unknown origin, belonging to the remaining memories of a forgotten person.

The holder can try to read the information within, perhaps finding a lost story, or even... their own past!"

Calvino's fingertips curled slightly.

The Pearl of Memory...if it really contained the past of a forgotten person, could it be that it belonged to him?

Could it possibly hold the true origins of him and Lilia? Could it possibly help him recover the memories lost to the Dream Sea?

His heartbeat quickened and his eyes were fixed on the bead, but the constant bidding soon shattered his expectations.

"Five hundred and fifty!"

"Six hundred!"

"Six hundred and eighty!"

In just a few seconds, the price quickly climbed to a number he couldn't even imagine.

Calvino exhaled slowly, leaned back in his chair, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"……forget it."

How could he possibly come up with so much Nightmare Gold? Even if he sold Sima Ming, he probably wouldn't be able to come up with that much money.

He leaned his head on his hand, smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, "If Sima Ming knew I wanted to use Nightmare Gold to buy something like this, he would probably strangle me to death..."

The "stomach area" of the Whale Grave is called the "Church of the Sleepers".
Yet there are no traditional symbols of faith here.

There are no statues, no preachers, no hymns echoing under the dome, only a dark blue carpet.
It spreads out like waves, covering the entire dark and silent hall.

Sima Ming walked slowly forward, his eyes sweeping over the silent believers.

They curled up on the carpet, closed their eyes, looked calm, and murmured something, as if they were whispering some ancient dream language, but they also seemed to have fallen into some deep hypnosis, completely detached from reality.

He thought it would be some kind of solemn religious place, with perhaps devout believers and majestic priests.

However, the scene before him made him feel weird - this didn't look like faith at all, but more like a group of prisoners indulging in a dream.

"...What a strange belief." He muttered to himself, with a hint of ridicule and a hint of vigilance in his tone.

The church was eerily quiet, the sound of footsteps echoing in this sleeping realm, as if even the air was saturated with this strange belief.

He couldn't help but breathe softly, and a sense of inexplicable unease arose in his heart, as if something was watching him in this dark corner.

Just then, a soft voice broke the silence.

"Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers to honor the Sleeping Lord?"

Siming was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw a girl standing quietly beside him, holding a basket of lily of the valley in her arms.

The flowers are as white as snow and emit a faint fragrance, forming a strange contrast with this dark blue dreamland.

The girl had fair skin, a silver necklace around her neck, and several thin ropes wrapped around her wrists.

His eyes were as clear as crystal, untainted by the filth of the world, and too clean to look like those of a pirate living on the Whale Grave.

"To worship the Sleeping Lord?" Siming raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over her face with a hint of amusement. "I don't even know who he is."

The girl smiled gently, her voice as soft as the waves hitting the rocks:

"He is the Lord, the world, the deity, and the nightmare... He is in your dreams, sir."

Siming sneered, not trying to hide his disdain: "I'm not interested in things in dreams."

The girl remained unmoved, still smiling, her tone calm: "But the world is part of a dream."

Sima Ming paused for a moment, and his eyes became sharper.

The girl didn't care about his reaction and continued in that calm and gentle tone:

"The Sea of ​​Dreams is also the sea area of ​​the Sleeping Lord's favored domain, and the Whale Grave exists... to keep the dream alive."

These words made Siming's eyes turn completely cold.

Is the Sea of ​​Dreams the world of the Sleeping Lord's followers?

His mind flashed through the images of those figures swallowed by the waves and those souls sinking in the nightmare tide.

He once thought that this sea was just a nightmare place that devoured lives, but what if the souls of these people never truly dissipated, but became the continuation of this dream?

This was not the answer he liked, nor was it the truth he was willing to delve into.

He shifted his gaze to look at the lily of the valley in the girl's hand. The pure white flowers swayed slightly, as if whispering something silently.

Siming was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Thank you, I don't need it."

The girl looked at him quietly, the smile on her lips still gentle, but her eyes seemed to see through everything.

"I hope you won't regret it," she said softly.

After saying this, she gently pinned a lily of the valley behind her ear.

Holding the flower basket, she turned and walked to the other side of the church, and her figure quickly disappeared among the sleeping believers.

Sima Ming stood where he was, looking at the believers who were immersed in their dreams with complicated eyes.

He suddenly had a feeling... On the Whale Grave, some people had been sleeping for too long, so long that they no longer remembered who they were.

Perhaps he should have reminded Calvino that the secrets of this city of whale graves were deeper than they imagined.

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