Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies
Chapter 97 Embers of Destiny: Rex's Lonely Journey
Chapter 97 Embers of Destiny: Rex's Lonely Journey
"I can see the future, but I can't control it."
"She died in the sea and turned into my eyes, and I can only watch as fate continues to play tricks on me."
The night on the Whale Grave was still bustling. In the Whale Baleen Bar, the rich aroma of rum filled the air.
Intertwined with the smell of damp wood boards was the excited roar of gamblers, the crude laughter of pirates, and the sea tunes played by the minstrel on his worn guitar.
This city never sleeps, especially here, where the tavern is the meeting point for all deals, secrets, and old scores.
Rex sat quietly in a corner of the bar, his slender fingers gently stroking the edge of the wine glass. The amber liquid swayed slightly in the glass, reflecting the dim light of the pub.
His sea-blue monocle refracted the light slightly, like another eye, peeking into the cracks of fate.
He didn't like alcohol, at least not in the same way that the gamblers who were addicted to hard liquor did.
However, the atmosphere in the Whale Tomb was too heavy, and only in the hustle and bustle of the bar could he temporarily suppress some lingering memories.
The footsteps sounded softly, barely audible, but they stepped precisely into his range of alertness.
A figure slowly approached the bar, his steps light and confident, like a bird of prey gliding in the night.
Rex didn't look up immediately until a lazy and slightly cunning voice sounded in his ears.
"I know you, Rex."
Rex finally raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the person who came. She was tall and slender, wearing a short black cloak.
Inside was a close-fitting crimson pirate shirt and a leather gunner's belt, with two silver-black long-barreled flintlock rifles on his waist - the symbol of a sharpshooter.
Her long, curly, jet-black hair fell slightly on her shoulders, her eyebrows were sharp, and she had the unique charm of a pirate, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips.
Belinda "Nightingale" Grey, Lady May's sniper and one of the Whale Grave's renowned gunslingers.
Rex's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand holding the wine glass did not make any unnecessary movements, remaining calm.
"Have you investigated me?" His tone was calm, without any hostility, but also without any sign of relaxation.
Belinda chuckled and leaned against the bar, turning a gold coin with her slender fingers.
The golden arc turned smoothly at her fingertips, as precise and nimble as the bullet she controlled.
She tossed the gold coin lightly onto the bar, signaling the bartender to pour her a glass of rum.
"There's no need to investigate." She raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "Your name has long been engraved in the rumors of the Adventurer."
Rex didn't respond, still sipping his drink in silence.
He was used to being recognized. After all, his marksmanship and his past were never a secret.
Belinda didn't mind his indifference. Instead, she continued with interest, "Halrego, my brother, said you once put a gun to his head."
Rex's fingertips paused slightly, stopping at the edge of the cup, and a barely perceptible light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"……Then what?"
His voice remained steady, but that momentary pause had already revealed some hidden memories.
Belinda seemed to notice it. She swirled her wine glass gently, and the smile on her lips deepened.
"And then you let him go."
She deliberately prolonged her voice, with a hint of teasing in her tone, but her eyes were fixed on Rex's reaction.
Rex exhaled softly, tapped his glass slowly with his fingertips, and chuckled to himself.
"So?" His voice was slightly low, as if he was testing something, or as if he was hiding some emotion.
"Are you here to 'vent your anger' on behalf of your brother?"
Belinda raised her eyebrows, shook her head with a half-smile, raised her glass and took a sip.
Then he spoke slowly: "How could that be? My brother said that he understands you."
She tilted her head slightly and looked at the pirates in the tavern who were immersed in alcohol and gambling. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the crowd.
Falling somewhere farther away, falling in some irretrievable time.
"He said, 'Rex is not a cold-blooded traitor, he just chose a lonelier path than anyone else'."
Her voice was neither light nor heavy, as if she was repeating a distant oath, or trying to explore something.
Rex's expression did not change, but a slight ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes, which were as calm as the sea.
Belinda paused, as if intentionally giving him time to think.
Then he added with a smile: "Oh, by the way, he also asked me to tell you one thing - 'I'm sorry'."
Rex's knuckles tightened slightly.
At this moment, the noise of the tavern seemed to become distant, and only the echo of these words remained in his ears.
He didn't expect that Harrego would say such a thing.
"...He doesn't even need to say 'sorry' to me." His voice was a few notes lower than before, as if he was talking to himself.
He knew that the one who should apologize was not Harrego.
But himself.
Rex's fingertips unconsciously touched the lens of his right eye, and the cold touch penetrated through his skin and into his bones.
As if to remind him that the ocean had never truly forgiven him.
The sea-blue monocle reflected the dim light of the Whalebone Bar, illuminating the swaying wine glasses and the surrounding hustle and bustle.
However, in his eyes, the interweaving of light and shadow faintly revealed the afterimage of another world - the Sea of Thousand Souls, the blood-red tide, and the broken oath.
On the reef of the Siren Tribe, the wind blew the salty and wet sea water against the rock wall. Mira's long hair fluttered in the moonlight, like silver threads flowing in the night.
She looked at Rex quietly, her deep blue eyes reflecting the ups and downs of the waves, with some unspeakable sadness.
"Rex, is the human world really worth my visit?"
She asked softly, her voice as gentle as the tide, yet seemed to conceal some kind of inescapable fate.
Rex looked at her, a faint smile on his lips, and he held her cold fingertips, trying to reassure her.
"Of course," he said. "There's a big world out there. You should go see it."
Mira blinked softly, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if in response, but also as a mask for some unspoken sorrow. "But I saw the end," she murmured softly, her gaze passing through Rex, as if gazing into the distant future.
"I see that we will eventually have different destinies."
Rex's brow furrowed slightly. He had never believed in the constraints of fate, and he was even less willing to let her world be defined by some unknown prophecy.
His fingers tightened around her hand, and he whispered a promise, "No matter what fate throws at you, I'll get you out of here."
However, he didn't do it.
The Imperial Fleet's gunfire exploded on the sea, and the roar drowned out everything.
The tide was dyed crimson with blood, and the sirens' chants turned into desperate wails in the storm.
Mira's people sank into the deep sea one after another. Rex tried his best but could not stop it.
He remembered the last time Mira looked back, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes still gentle, but with a determination that did not belong to her.
"You stay alive."
Her voice was soft yet firm, like the end of a dream.
The next moment, the water swallowed her up, and her figure turned into fragments in the waves, and could no longer be touched.
She paid the price of her own life to let him survive, allowing him to carry the mysterious card and the indelible curse, and become a hunter who peeks into fate.
Rex had thought that Mira's whispers were a curse, her resentment and judgment towards him.
But it wasn't until many years later that he realized it was actually a blessing.
Belinda looked at Rex quietly, her eyes slightly narrowed, like a bird of prey before hunting at night.
She did not urge him, but waited quietly for him to return from the deep sea of memories.
"You're thinking about her, right?" Her voice was soft, but it accurately pierced a corner that he had deliberately buried.
Rex raised his head, frowned slightly, and looked at her sharply: "...What are you talking about?"
Belinda smiled softly, raised her hand to pick up the rum, and slowly swirled the amber liquid in the glass, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her lips.
"Don't pretend. I've seen too many men like you."
As she spoke, she tapped one of her temples with her fingertips, as if to indicate that she could see through the story hidden deep in his eyes.
"Your eyes always hide the past."
Her tone was frivolous and teasing, but not disdainful.
Rex remained silent. He never liked telling his stories to others, and he didn't like being peeped into.
However, he also knew that the woman in front of him was no ordinary pirate. She was Nightingale, one of the most dangerous snipers under Madam May.
She doesn't shoot without a purpose.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Belinda smiled slightly, put down her wine glass, and her eyes became deeper.
"What are you looking for, Rex?"
Rex exhaled slowly and tapped his knuckles on the bar. The sound was steady, but it carried a certain unshakable obsession.
"I'm looking for a way." He whispered.
Belinda raised her eyebrows, a trace of inquiry flashing in her eyes: "What road?"
Rex slowly raised his head, his eyes calm, but beneath that calmness, he hid a burning belief.
"I want to find a way to revive her."
Belinda blinked, then whistled softly, her eyes full of unexpected amusement.
She looked Rex up and down, as if to make sure he was joking.
"Oh? It sounds like you want to play a big gamble with fate."
The corners of her mouth rose slightly, with a hint of excitement, as if she had finally found an opponent worthy of a try.
She lowered her head and smiled, then took out a black dice from her waist and spun it between her fingertips.
The edge of the dice was engraved with fine runes, which glowed faintly under the dim light.
"In that case..." She gently placed the dice on the bar, twirling it lightly with her fingertips, her eyes provocative, "Do you want to bet with me?"
Rex was slightly stunned, then sneered.
"What are you gambling?"
Belinda's smile deepened, and the black dice flipped between her fingers, like the wheel of fate slowly starting up.
"Bet on fate." Her voice was low and seductive, like a whisper in the night.
She looked into Rex's eyes and whispered a name -
"The Dreamy Sea, the legendary treasure."
Rex tapped his fingers on the tabletop, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
"You know too much, Nightingale."
His voice was slightly low, with a hint of temptation and warning.
Belinda shrugged slightly, her smile growing even more cunning. "I always know a lot about interesting things."
She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming sharply, as if she was examining her prey, or inviting the hunter to dance with her.
"So, are you willing to bet?" she whispered.
In the tavern, the aroma of rum filled the air, and the dice flickered dimly under the light, as if some unknown future was quietly spinning.
Rex stared at her, a slight undercurrent in the deep blue of his eyes.
"How will fate play tricks on me this time?"
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