Mason could hear the Future Diary scream as the light flashed.It should be quite painful.It was none other than Muramasa that pierced through the Future Diary.It wasn’t just because it was sharp or because it was a yōtō. [1]Muramasa.There were folk tales about this that often showed up in video games that said it cursed the Tokugawa household, the rulers of Edo at the time.Of course, it wasn’t actually cursed, but the fact that three generations of Tokugawa men ended up having terrible situations related to the sword made them dispose of the sword, making people believe it to be a cursed katana.Anyway, this was an artifact born with such a tale as its background.Thanks to that, the true abilities of this blade was curses and destruction.The curses and destruction would become stronger when it went up against stronger artifacts and even stronger artifact users.‘So it should be quite painful even if it’s from a B-Grade artifact!’Lo and behold, the Future Dia

"Of all the people..." Mason muttered under his breath, his steps quickening as he tried to exit the bustling casino. He felt her presence before he saw her, a wave of unease sweeping over him like a bad omen. It wasn’t paranoia. It was experience. Lisa. The name alone was enough to make his stomach churn. Lisa, the infamous woman who could single-handedly topple markets and drive nations to ruin. Her reputation was legendary—and not in a good way. Mason’s hands curled into fists at the memory of her influence wreaking havoc on his carefully laid plans. Stocks that plummeted overnight, artifacts whose values evaporated into thin air, entire economies brought to their knees. She wasn’t just unlucky; she was the embodiment of misfortune itself. Lisa was the **Ruler of Destitution**, and anyone in her orbit was doomed to follow her down the drain. He forced himself to stay calm, eyes scanning the casino floor for an alternate exit. "Just leave quietly," he muttered to himself

Mason's expression darkened into a frown, a clear indication of his growing concern. It seemed that Depay had every intention of participating in the upcoming auction, despite the looming issues surrounding the company. The motive behind Depay's decision to stay was becoming increasingly apparent to Mason – it had to be the artifacts. The realization struck Mason like a bolt of lightning. Those cunning individuals must have been aware of the valuable artifacts up for auction.In Mason's mind, the situation began to unravel further. It was evident that monopolizing the artifacts during the initial stages was crucial for these individuals. The thought of potentially clashing with Depay over the artifacts sent a shiver down Mason's spine. He couldn't help but worry, knowing full well the financial might his opponent wielded. While Mason had amassed a considerable sum through his ventures in the casinos, it paled in comparison to the vast resources at the disposal of Depay, a titan in the

The auctioneer’s voice rang out confidently. “Ladies and gentlemen, there seemed to have been a small earthquake, but everything is perfectly fine. Now, back to the auction! The next bid for the 1907 Heidsieck is currently at $707,000. Do I hear any other bids?” The room fell silent, a brief pause hanging in the air as if everyone was waiting for someone else to make the next move. “Really, no more bids?” The auctioneer raised his gavel, smiling at the impending sale. Mason glanced around, his eyes shifting from Lisa to the wealthy patrons seated around the auction house. He leaned slightly toward Lisa, a sly smile forming. “My luck has been... interesting lately,” he said casually. “But I suppose there’s no harm in selling it to you.” Lisa’s face lit up, her expression almost childlike in its delight. “Really? You’ll sell it to me?” As she spoke, Mason’s system messages flared up. [The strength of the other party's artifact is increasing based on her emotions.] [T

“Who is calling you?”“Isn’t it a number you don't know if the name isn’t popping up?”However, Mason was looking at it as if it was annoying.Why?It was because Mason remembered that number.That was the case.That number was Depay’s number.Furthermore, it was his personal number and not his business number. There was no way Mason who had a great memory would forget a number that had not changed for tens of years.‘But I guess he was feeling quite rushed to call with his personal number.’It was pretty obvious why Depay would be calling him. That was why Mason answered without any hesitation.“Hello.”He started the call calmly.The person on the other side started to speak. This was Depay, the person who betrayed Mason like a lizard getting rid of its tail when Mason had been completely loyal to him.The auctioneer’s voice rang out confidently. “Ladies and gentlemen, there seemed to have been a small earthquake, but everything is perfectly fine. Now, back to the auction! The nex