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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
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 25: Right Hand
Biho had once been Depay’s right-hand man, a position of prestige and authority—until Mason joined the company. Mason’s meteoric rise to captain of the Crypt raiding team had left Biho in the shadows, constantly compared and inevitably outshone. His frustration had grown into animosity, a simmering hatred that only deepened with every failed attempt to surpass Mason. Now, years later, that familiar contempt was written all over Biho’s face as he noticed Mason staring at him. “What’s your problem?” Biho sneered. “Move it, unless you want to block the way all night.” Mason smirked, recognizing the same petty arrogance from the past. He could already tell what had fueled Biho’s disdain this time—the number on the ticket Mason held in his hand. Bronze. The auction house operated with a strict hierarchy, separating participants into tiers. Bronze tickets were for the common crowd—average bidders who wouldn’t make waves. Gold tickets, like the one clutched in Biho’s hand, were f
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 26: Right Hand 2
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
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 27: The Storm
[A serious case of misfortune is exploding.][The artifacts in your possession are experiencing serious damage.][Warning. All artifacts in your possession may be destroyed in a single moment.]Boom! An explosion shook the auction house at the same time. The earthquake was so strong that it was making their chairs shake.People started to scream in fear. The gold axe silver axe and the rope were screaming in pain as well.Mason also felt as if he was getting a stomach ache again. Mason had to bite down on his lips because of the pain.‘Tsk, I guess being around this woman really was a gamble!’Had he looked down on this future Ruler of Destitution too much?He couldn’t let this continue. He needed to leave as this would be dangerous.However, shocking messages bombarded him the moment Mason was about to leave.[Tolerance has increased after being attacked by an artifact.][Tolerance has increased after being attacked by an artifact.][Tolerance has increased after being attacked by an
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 28: The Bid
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
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 29: Time
Mason smirked while looking at the time.‘I have some time.’Was it because he had such a thought?Mason handed them the key to his item locker.“You guys. Go get my stuff as well while you're at it.”“When you say your stuff do you mean the 200 million you left with the front desk?”“Correct.”Mason had given the entrance fee of 100 million and left the 200 million in reserve with Midas. That would be the disciplinary training and a good test for them.“Come back quickly.”Mason said that before slipping the bracelet-shaped rope artifact into Oh Seung Woo’s suit pocket.His hands moved as if it was a ghost’s hand that the clueless Oh Seung Woo group did not notice it.“Damn it, Mason that damn bastard.”The Oh Seung Woo group were making duck faces right now.They did get Mason's stuff like he told them to, but...“Are we his servants or something?!”“That damn child doesn't know what a social hierarchy is!”“We’re at max at the same level as each other if anything!”The Oh Seung Woo
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 30: Psycho
“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
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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
