Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 98 Gambler's Storm: The Shadow of the Whale Grave
"Before the storm comes, there is always an intoxicating breeze."

"Have you ever seen a dead whale open its eyes?"

The lights in the Baleen Bar were bright, and the strong smell of liquor and sea salt mixed together and filled the humid air.

The pirates laughed wildly, the gamblers exchanged their fates amid the rolling of dice, and some shadows hid quietly in the corner, watching all this coldly.

Like a brisk and unruly sea breeze, a figure shuttled among the noisy crowd.

He mingled with the pretty waitresses and all kinds of female pirates, laughing and clinking glasses.
Every look and smile of his was like ripples stirred up by the night wind across the sea, making people unconsciously attracted to him.

Ian.

The Lost's boarding warfare expert, a man as fast as the wind.

His smile is his sharpest weapon, and his nimble steps allow him to always walk on the edge of life and death with ease.

He walked briskly to the bar, as if he had just completed a perfect voyage.

He looked relaxed, as if he were at a festival rather than a whale graveyard where conspiracy and death were intertwined.

He raised his cup and greeted Rex, saying with a teasing smile:

"Hey, man, don't look so sad. There are so many beautiful girls here. Isn't it worth it for you to smile?"

Rex raised his eyes, glanced at him lightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook the wine glass in his hand without comment.

As Ian sat down, Belinda frowned slightly, glanced at him sideways, and then looked away.

He stood up and left silently, his figure quickly blending into the shadows of the tavern lights, as if he had never existed.

Ian blinked, gave a helpless smile, and shrugged.

"Why, did that female gunner want to exchange shooting tips with you?"

Rex chuckled, shook his head, and said in a calm tone:
"No, she's just the sister of an old friend of mine."

Ian raised his eyebrows, a hint of interest in his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Oh? It sounds like you still feel a little guilty about her brother?"

Rex did not answer, but just lowered his head and took a sip of wine. His expression was calm, but he could not hide the silence and distant memories that flashed across his eyes.

Ian tactfully didn't ask any further questions, but gestured to the waitress for another glass of wine.

The pub was still bustling with laughter and clinking of glasses, but Ian's eyes were quietly wandering around.

Although he always appears frivolous and cynical, a true gambler never lets down his guard against the environment.

He noticed some unusual stares.

In some of the darker corners of the tavern, several men in the uniforms of the Whale Grave sailors were talking in low voices.
Occasionally, his eyes would glance over to where they were at the bar, his expression calm and scrutinizing.

The tattoos on their arms are particularly eye-catching - the totem of whale bones piercing the waves, the mark of the Whale Grave Pirates.

Ian whispered, "There are quite a few strange guys staring at us."

His fingers tapped lightly on the bar with a clear rhythm, as if he was playing some silent melody.

Rex followed his gaze and raised the corner of his mouth. His tone was casual, but sharp.

"Isn't that perfect, Ian? We've already jumped onto the Sky-High Tide, so why should we be afraid of this dead, rotting whale?"

Ian smiled softly, picked up the wine glass, and swirled the amber liquid in the glass slightly, his eyes playful and frivolous:

"Of course, even if we can't defeat them, we can still run, right? As long as there's wind, they'll never be able to catch up to us."

The two smiled at each other, clinked their glasses, and the wine rippled into small waves.

It's like the sea before a storm - calm on the surface, but with hidden undercurrents.

The owner of the Whale Tomb has noticed them.

"Where's that kid Siming?"

Ian put down his glass and asked casually. Rex raised his eyes and smiled.

"It seems he was dragged out shopping by his vampire princess."

When Ian heard this, he immediately smiled with glee.

"poor guy."

He shrugged and lowered his head to play with the dice in his hand.

It was a set of old, yellowed dice with delicate marine life patterns carved on the surface, and time had left marks on their edges.

Rex's gaze then dropped, his brows furrowed slightly.

"what is that?"

Ian was silent for a moment before he smiled faintly and casually tossed one of the dice onto the bar.

The dice rolled, making a light sound on the wooden surface, and finally slowly stopped.

The dice facing up is a relief totem of a sleeping grave whale.

"This deck of dice is mine."

Rex raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

Ian gently stroked the edge of the dice, his fingertips sliding slowly along the fine lines, his voice lowered a few degrees, filled with some complex emotions.

“I carved every pattern myself.”

He spoke softly, as if immersed in distant memories. After a moment, he paused,

There was a strange hesitation in his tone, as if some inexplicable confusion or doubt was brewing.

"But this set of dice sank into the deep sea during that shipwreck."

He raised his head and looked directly at Rex, a smile still on his lips, but beneath the smile there was a hint of wariness and confusion that was difficult to conceal.

"But now, it has been sold in the market of Whale Grave."

Rex's eyes darkened slightly. He certainly understood what this meant—this wasn't a mere coincidence, nor was it just some scavenger's good fortune.

The appearance of the dice was a signal, a fragment that should have disappeared long ago, suddenly appearing in the wrong place.

This shows that in some corner of the Whale Tomb, there are buried some memories and debris that should not have been preserved in the world.

Ian chuckled softly, spinning the dice gently between his fingertips, casting ever-changing shadows in the dim light.

"An unreasonable, incomprehensible world... Isn't this the world of us mystics, Rex?"

Rex also smiled and gently shook the wine glass. The wine rippled in the glass, reflecting a deep light in his eyes.

"maybe."

They all knew it wasn't just a roll of the dice, or a coincidence.

That was a bullet dropped by fate.

The gambling has just begun.

The tavern was still bustling, the aroma of rum still lingered in the air, and in the further, darker corner,
A pair of cold eyes were watching them quietly, silently evaluating and silently recording.

The chess game of Whale Tomb has quietly unfolded.

And they have already become one of the most dangerous pieces in this game.

The storm is coming and the curtain has fallen.

Thanks to Mr. Li for the reward

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(End of this chapter)