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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 17: Fame
.Mason stood with his arms crossed, staring down at the man clinging desperately to a crumbling ledge. The man’s voice was hoarse from shouting, his desperation clear. “Please, let me out! I’ll pay you a fortune—anything you want!” the man begged, sweat dripping down his face. “I swear you won’t regret it!”Mason raised an eyebrow, his voice calm but cold. “Anything, huh? That’s a big promise.”“Yes! I’ll make sure you’re rewarded heavily. Name your price—money, artifacts, whatever you want!” The man’s grip on the ledge was slipping, but his eyes stayed locked on Mason, trying to gauge his reaction. Mason leaned slightly closer, his tone skeptical. “You think I’m stupid? Why should I trust you?”The man’s expression faltered for a moment before he forced a smile. “Because I’m useful! I’m connected. I know things about Crypts—about magic items. Work with me, and we can both benefit. What do you say?”“Work with you?” Mason repeated, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You mean afte
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 18:The healing Magic
Mason was momentarily taken aback. He vaguely recalled seeing a message earlier about the mission’s reward being distributed once he left the Crypt. However, he couldn’t help but feel confd by the entire situation."Am I going to receive an item, some experience, or maybe even money, like in a video game?" Mason md, struggling to fully understand what was happening.Right on cue, another message appeared before him."Before receiving the reward, please take time to carefully choose."" Your Chosen Path "-Way of BalanceThe prompt was peculiar, causing Mason to furrow his brow in confusion. His sharp instincts, however, quickly kicked in, and he grasped the meaning behind the choices—it was asking him to choose between control and connection. Instead of feeling surprised, he felt a wave of irritation. The timing of the message was suspicious, appearing just as he had been contemplating the balance between control and harmony. ‘Is someone trying to test me?’ Mason wondered, reminded
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 19: Master of Fate
There are various types of magic items. Most of them are beneficial to humans, but there’s likely no ability more coveted than the power to predict the future.This explains why anyone who d an magic item with the ability to foresee events was treated with such high regard."The Future Diary is one of those magic items."However, the person using the Future Diary failed to gain favor with the powers that be.Why?Beca the r was a fool. Moreover, despite the Future Diary being a top-tier magic item (Hero-grade), it had a critical flaw.That might be the reason why, despite Japan initially benefiting greatly from the Future Diary, its r was eventually killed by another seer in the future.That seer would later rise to power, earning the title *Master of Fate.*This explains why he hadn't paid much attention to her. She was doomed anyway.However..."If things are going to unfold like this, the situation changes."Her actions didn’t matter much, but if they ended up affecting him, that w
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 20: Demon Prince
Mason smiled with murderous intent at Sasaki, noticing the Future Diary. Despite her disguise, Mason recognized Sasaki and found her too heavy on makeup. Planning to eliminate her as his enemy, Mason prepared to use Muramasa. When Mason reached for Muramasa, Sasaki unexpectedly asked to be his fan, causing confusion among them all. Mason questioned her, leading Sasaki to backtrack and close the sliding door.The restaurant was silent as Sasaki slid the door shut behind her. The soldiers lurking outside tensed in disbelief. “What is she doing?!” one of them hissed. “Why’d she close the door? We can’t see a thing now!” Hidden in the kitchen and behind tables scattered across the dining room, the soldiers exchanged frantic whispers. “Is this some secret plan? Could this be Colonel Mouri’s orders?” “Maybe she’s trying to distract the Korean. Seduction tactic, perhaps?” “That must be it. Sasaki’s loyal to Japan—she’s probably thinking about the greater good. There’s no way she
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 21: Crazy
‘Waaah mommy, I must have been crazy. Totally crazy.’ Sasaki almost started to cry tears of blood at her stupid actions. What was she thinking, asking this person for his number? What was she thinking, following this man here? Where had she gotten the confidence that this man would not kill her? The only thing she knew was that the person she angered was this Demon King. ‘Soooob, mommy, daddy, I’m sorry. I should have listened to you when you said a man's face isn’t everything.’Unfortunately, there was nobody here to help her even if she cried. She could only do as Mason ordered her to do. “First, turn around.” Sasaki sniffled and did as she was told after hearing Mason speak in a low voice. “Raise your arms.” “Sob.” Mason lightly patted her upper and lower body. He didn’t know because she was wearing a loose uniform, but Sasaki’s waist was narrow and she was more voluptuous than she looked.Of course, none of this was important to Mason. The girl in front of him was a minor. The thi
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 22: No More Foresight
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
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 23: Casino
Mason was drinking a gin and tonic as he looked at the brightly lit night sky.It was already 8pm. It was also January, the middle of winter.However, this damn Las Vegas was loud without ever getting exhausted.Red light, blue light, lights flashing in all sorts of colors as well as golden colored buildings, solicitors and tourists.This western US tourist and gambling city was the same as it was in the past.‘Other than the fact that it is a bit smaller.’During Mason’s times, Las Vegas had grown a lot as one of the greatest auction houses for artifacts.That was why Mason was very familiar with this desert city.The World Auction.The secret underground auction nicknamed, started here.Mason was waiting in the lobby of the auction house for Depay's group to arrive.Most people might think this was a regular restaurant, but the people with inside information knew this was the auction house's lobby.‘Why are these bastards not here yet?’Midas was a five day long auction. R
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 24: Luck
"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
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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 135: as 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 thought about he
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
