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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 1: Reborn
Year - 2230.It all began in 2230...Portals of unknown origins appeared worldwide, known as "Crypt,"each connected to myths and legends. This was believed to be from the power hidden in historical stories. The danger came from powerful artifacts inside. Claiming these artifacts brought wealth and abilities, changing lives and the world. People gained mythical powers, rising in rank. It became a world where anyone could rise with the right artifact. However, by 2250, hope turned into a nightmare. The world split into those with artifacts and those without. Emperors, with the strongest artifacts, ruled with absolute power. Governments couldn't oppose them, rewriting laws to keep the powerless trapped in poverty as modern-day slaves. Mason, stuck in the lower class, had to serve an Emperor for escape. He worked for Depay Husk, promised help in return for loyalty. Mason did everything for Depay, even risking his life, but it was all a lie.But it had all been a lie.Mason stumbled throu
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 2: Let the Race Begin
Mason leaned against the cold wall of the police station, his mind racing. His memory was sharp, almost too sharp. He could remember the smallest details from years ago, like the phone number some random stranger had given him on the street. That’s why the scene playing out in front of him felt all too familiar.It was early evening, just as he recalled. The same smug student stood behind his mother, smirking. ‘That bastard started all this after having too much to drink,’ Mason thought, clenching his jaw.The student laughed, sneering. “What’s with that stare? You’re the one who messed with me while I was studying for exams! My hand’s useless now because of you.”His mother added with fury, “The doctors say it’ll take eight weeks for him to fully recover! Are you going to take responsibility if he fails his college exams? Are you going to ruin my son’s future?”Mason couldn’t help but scoff. ‘Eight weeks to recover from that? Yeah, right.’He muttered under his breath, “What a joke.”
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 3: The Great Crypt
Mister Depay had been one of the first to claim a Legendary-Grade Mythic Item during the early stages of the Crypt outbreaks. That alone had made him untouchable, but now Mason had a chance to change all of that.‘I need to move faster than that bastard,’ Mason thought, his mind racing.The best plan would be to prevent Mister Depay from getting his hands on the item in the first place. If Mason could reach it before him, it would change everything.He clenched his teeth, a ghost of the pain from his past life—where his limbs had been cut off—still haunting him. The memory wasn’t just painful; it was a reminder of the hellish existence he had endured.‘This isn't just about revenge,’ Mason reminded himself. ‘I need to avoid repeating that life.’His resolve solidified. With one last glance at the police station, he turned and started to leave. Time was short, and now that he had returned to the past, there were a thousand things to do.‘First... Europe,’ he thought. The most profitabl
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 4: Preparations
The era of Mythic Items would begin in a few months, and Mason didn’t have the luxury of wasting time on these thugs. He needed to focus on the Crypts and securing his own Mythic Item before others beat him to it. But first, he had to deal with these lowlifes and tie up loose ends.The men, oblivious to Mason’s change in attitude, scoffed and sneered at him.“What the hell is he talking about? Pay? Compensation?”“Mason Monroe’s lost his damn mind. Looks like we need to remind him how things work.”“Hey, idiot! You think you can talk big when you don’t even know how to fight?”Their insults rang out as they charged at Mason, fully convinced they could overpower him. To them, Mason was still the same weakling they had exploited for years. But Mason clicked his tongue, watching them come at him.“I expected this,” he muttered. “You leave me no choice.”With lightning speed, Mason moved. He jabbed his fingers into a vital point on the first man’s clavicle, sending him crumpling to the gr
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 5: Bane of my Existence
Vizas had a reputation for being a brawler. In contrast, Mason had always been the quiet one, not even a real thug. Despite holding a knife, no one expected him to be able to handle a seasoned street fighter.“Quit acting tough!” Vizas shouted, raising the brick.But then something strange happened. Mason’s hand, the one holding the knife, seemed to blur, almost disappear.Vizas froze, confusion clouding his face, just before a sharp, burning pain erupted from his side.“Aaaah! You bastard!” Vizas screamed, collapsing to the ground, clutching his bleeding side.“Boss!” his men shouted, rushing to his aid.Vizas writhed in agony, his mind racing. This was no ordinary knife fight. The Mason he knew had been scared of blood, weak, and passive. Now he fought like a maniac, his movements precise and merciless.‘This isn’t just some martial arts trick… what the hell happened to him?’Mason approached, twirling the knife in his hand. The men panicked, backing away as he got closer.“Stay bac
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 6: Fairy Juice
"This isn't worth more than $50,000."Mason raised an eyebrow. “What did you say?”The appraiser scratched his head, looking uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t bother trying to sell this. No serious collector or dealer would be interested.”Mason frowned. The thugs had acted like the Buddha statue was worth millions, but now he was stuck with something barely worth the price of a car.‘Fifty thousand dollars?’ Mason thought, puzzled. Vizas had been desperate to take it back, convinced it was a fortune.He briefly considered if the appraiser was lying, but he had seen these types before. This man wasn’t interested in deceiving him, just dismissive.Mason sighed as he left the shop, muttering under his breath, ‘Did those idiots mess up the appraisal?’He had counted on selling the statue for some quick cash, hoping to use it to hunt for Mythic Items. Now, it seemed like he had wasted his time.‘Maybe it’s my fault for not checking it thoroughly.’ Mason hadn’t inspected the statue closely befor
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 7: The First Crypt
The complex that should have been there was nowhere in sight. Instead, a large, round hill rose before Mason, resembling an enormous Crypt.‘That’s definitely a Crypt.’But a Crypt appearing at his home?As he tried to piece together what happened, a memory surfaced. His roommate had called him earlier, panicked because their apartment had vanished while Mason was stuck working for those thugs.At the time, he dismissed it, thinking the Crypt would disappear soon. But if a Crypt had vanished...‘Does that mean someone cleared it?’Determined not to let this opportunity slip away, Mason pressed on. As he approached the site, he heard raised voices.‘It’s definitely around there.’When he arrived at the chaos, he found about a hundred people engaged in a brawl.“Who are you to ignore me? Huh? Are you some kind of cash machine?”“Hey! Don’t look down on us guards! Who are you to fire us?!”“Let go of me!”“Who stole my backpack?!”The crowd was out of control, with cops and soldiers stru
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 8: Cheat
A loud explosion echoed through the darkness as the chaos subsided. People worked frantically to destroy the Crypt.“Look! We made a hole!”“Can we blow it up a few more times to get inside?”The civilians had fled long ago, leaving the soldiers to focus solely on the destruction of the Crypt.“Everything seems fine. We’ll try again,” one soldier said.They used weaker explosives to minimize damage to the surrounding city, but it appeared to be effective.“We’ll enter carefully once we create a bigger opening.”-Alright.-They believed entry was imminent. However, anxiety lingered among some.“Damn it!”Yuri, an excavator from the JSDF, and Mai Lee from Korea felt the pressure. Yuri’s frustration peaked.‘Why isn’t the entrance showing up?!’They needed the entrance to access the Crypt, but it remained elusive.‘It’s been thirty minutes.’The seer with Sho-Toh-Ku’s Mythic Item had claimed the entrance would reveal itself if they destroyed the Crypt. By now, it should have appeared.‘I
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Chapter 125: End
Mason froze in place, his heart hammering in his chest like a war drum. It had gone still around him, thick with silence, as if the entire vale of battle held its breath and waited.The Ascended gazed down at him, their faces inscrutable, their holy eyes blazing with an emotion he could not name. The Emperors were stripped of their power, but the arrogance remained, permeated by years of conditioning, their fear laid to rest. And Scarlett — her presence was steady, unmoving, but he could sense her uncertainty.He could sense his own.But this was it. There was no turning back.“You say I have broken the cycle,” Mason spoke at last, his voice steady but edged with something cut. “Then why do l feel still bound by it?”The lead Ascended looked at him for a moment, then spoke. “Because destroying something does not erase its power. And even a broken chain is a reminder of bondage. A broken throne still casts a shadow.”Mason clenched his fists. "Then what was the point? If what I do has
Chapter 124:A new challenge
Mason’s words floated in the air like an implied threat. “I’m still working on that.” The battlefield was quiet, dust settling around them, but the weight of his presence had not diminished. If anything, it had gotten worse. Eyes stared from all sides—Emperors, Ascended, warriors who had been both his allies and adversaries. But it was Scarlett’s look he felt the most. He could feel her muted question below their tension. What are you now, Mason? Mason breathed out, willing his hands to uncurl. The void was still there, simmering under his skin, waiting. It was no longer controlling him, but it hadn’t disappeared, either. And that was the problem. Scarlett took another step closer to him, and though her look remained cool, he could sense the uncertainty showing through. “Mason, if you’re not one of our enemies, then tell me — what do you want?” Her voice was cautious, deliberative. She was treating him like something that might not hold, and maybe she was right to. He tho
Chapter 123: Darkness, perpetual, crushing blackness
Mason wasn’t certain whether he was still breathing. He didn’t know if he had a body anymore. He had been devoured by it, the void, it had taken all of it, every sense, every thought, every feeling, and left him, suspended in the void, floating along, somewhere between things.But somewhere in the quiet, a voice had murmured.You were never supposed to be anywhere else.It was not the voice of the hooded man. It wasn’t the throne turning its insidious whisper. It was something older. Something vast. Something infinite.Mason gritted his teeth, though, forcing himself to move, to battle against the nothingness encroaching on him. But he had no ground beneath him, no air to push against — just infinite, stretching black.Then, a flicker of light.At first it is faint, like a dying ember. Then it propagagated, spreading through the emptiness like fractals in a fragile shell. Vague shapes started to emerge—figures from the past whose edges he couldn’t define. Echoes of people, places, tim
Chapter 122: The lost gods
Mason peered from the edge of the battlefield, breath coming in sharp pants, heart drumming an unsteady tattoo against his ribs. The silence following the Ascended’s judgment was stifling. The Emperors were sprawled on the broken earth, their screams still ringing in his ears. Their authority was stripped, their reign dismantled. And yet, it didn’t feel right.Scarlett moved closer, voice dropped. “Mason, this isn’t over.”He looked over at her, his expression inscrutable. “I know.”The Ascended had given him a choice, but it was a weight that settled on him like a vice. The visions they had displayed before him still gnawed against his mind — two paths, each dangerous in their own right.But before he could speak, a voice slithered through the air, like poisoned silk.“You honestly believe it’s that simple?”Mason’s spine stiffened. The voice was unmistakable — frigid, familiar, steeped in malice.A figure scaled an object, in the darkness beyond the ruinous battlefield. Not an Emper
Chapter 121: A loud Knock
Scarlett’s head spun long after Jaxon left, his words scratching at her mind like invisible claws."Mason isn’t invincible. Power breeds resentment. Resentment breeds betrayal."She wanted to believe it. Needed to believe it. Because if Mason wasn’t invincible, then perhaps she could escape.But thinking such thoughts was dangerous. Reckless. Mason was not a man who forgave betrayal. He destroyed it. And yet … wasn’t she already in the wreckage of his control?Scarlett paced the room Mason had trapped her into, breathless with fear. Each step felt heavier than the one before.She wasn’t dumb — she knew Mason would never set her free of her own choice. But if there were fissures in his empire, if there were adversaries hovering, biding time for the moment to attack…Could she use that?Her fingers balled into fists.We’re not moving pieces around in this game, Scarlett. You’re the prize.Jaxon had tossed her those words like a sentence. But Scarlett would not accept it. She had been co
Chapter 120: The Riddle
The silence that Mason left in his wake was suffocating. Scarlett was frozen, his words still wrapping around her head like a vice.“When you get it all figured out, Scarlett, you know where I’ll be.”Damn him.Damn him for getting under skin like that, for taking everything and turning it into something she couldn’t straighten out to tell the difference between reality and another one of his lies.She needed to clear her mind. She needed space.But space was not something Mason offered easily.Hearing footsteps, she stiffened. Scarlett turned around expecting him but saw someone else in the dark hallway.Jaxon.Her pulse spiked. Mason’s right-hand man. The man who never let her out of his sight for too long.The one who had been told to ensure she never ventured too far.His smirk was lazy, but his eyes had something calculating. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Scarlett.Scarlett made her face into a blank slate. "What do you want?"Jaxon stood in the doorway, observing her. "You
Chapter 119: Fighting Back
Scarlett was nearly in the middle of the great hall, her heart thumping against her ribs like a war drum. A palpable tension hung in the air, weighted with what was left unsaid. Mason was in his usual position—splayed across the wealth of a leather chair like a deity surveying his dominion. He drummed his fingers lazily on the armrest, never taking his eyes off of her.She wanted to turn her back and walk out of the room. But she couldn't. Not with everything on the line.Not with the truth ready to split her open from within.Mason sighed, cocking his head. “You’ve had me rather well boxed,” he speculated. “That is not your style, Scarlett.”Scarlett clenched her fists. “Maybe I finally learned that words don’t mean sh-t to peeps like you.”Mason grimaced, although his amusement didn’t touch his eyes. “People like me?”“You know exactly what I’m saying.”Mason leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “No, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you enlighten me?”Scarlett felt the heat
Chapter 118: silence
The silence stretched between them like a pulled taut rope, wild knots at either end, a slack moment away from snapping. The pit of Scarlett’s stomach dropped, and Mason’s words sat on Scarlett like chains she felt but could not Ironically break.She wasn’t his. She would never be his.But Mason… he was not buying that.And that made him dangerous.He stared down into her face, dark, and unblinking, naked her in ways that had nothing to do with contact. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her feel trapped. His words, his presence, his unadulterated certainty — they suffocated her.Scarlett took a breath, forced together the torn remnants of her defiance. “You’re wrong about me,” she said, her voice steadier than she was.Mason merely smirked, the tilt of his lips slow, purposeful. “Am I?”She lifted her chin. “Yes.”Mason stepped forward, slowly.Scarlett held her ground.Another step.Her nails dug into her palms.Another.He hung two inches away from her, a solid wall of him pr
Chapter 117: suffocating
The space between them was thick with silence — suffocating. Scarlett’s heart raced, blood pounding at her ears as her breaths came unevenly, ragged. Mason’s words hung in the air around her, like a noose, only growing tighter with each passing second.She wanted to talk — to fight back. To push him away, to yell, to do anything other than stay frozen, pinned under the gravity of his existence. But she couldn’t.Because deep down, she knew he was right.And she found that terrifying.Mason saw it. Of course, he did. The flash of indecision in her eyes, the way her body tightened just a moment too late. It was a slow, satisfied smirk. “There it is,” he mumbled, voice heavy with delight. “That moment of doubt. That fear.”Scarlett’s jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid of you.”Mason chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, tilting his head and leaning in closer. “You should be.”His breath was hot on her skin and she hated how it sent shudders skidding down her spine.Scarlett swall
