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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
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 31: Chaotic Crypt
Mason Monroe felt as though a heavy physical weight was bearing down on his shoulders due to the oppressive air inside the Crypt. He squatted, his keen eyes sweeping the ancient chamber's ragged walls, veins of blue energy pulsing faintly across its fractured surface. Every pulse created brief ghostly shadows that moved across the mosaic of dust and obsidian fragments on the floor. The walls of this living, breathing crypt whispered secrets that pushed the boundaries of sanity.The mythic energy of Mason's knife vibrated faintly beneath his fingertips as he repositioned his grip on the hilt. He whispered, "Focus," and the sound drowned out the Crypt's background hum. It served as a mantra to ward off the spirits of his former existence. Even though this location was dangerous, the opportunity was too good to ignore. An artifact that was said to provide unmatched speed and stealth was concealed deep within this relic's maze-like halls, making it the ideal addition to his expanding tool
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 32: The Hidden Relic
Even though the crypt's air was as still as death, there was a subtle energy that permeated every bone in Mason Monroe's body. As he made his way farther into the maze, he kneeled down, his boots rustling on the uneven stone floor. With their patterns shifting as though they were alive, the faintly glowing crypt walls were etched with runes that glowed like starlight trapped in stone. This was no typical crypt—it was a secret tomb that held the relic he was looking for.However, he wasn't by himself.In front of us, dim shadows glowed on the hallway walls, and there was a faint sound of voices. They attacked. They had a clear goal in mind: to seize the artifact before Mason did. He was certain they were fully armed and prepared to murder anyone who stood in their way of their target.Mason activated his detection system by pressing his hand against the wall. It sent out a slight wave, the system's power sweeping through the hallway like an unseen flood. In his mind, three signatures a
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 33: Shadows
Mason Monroe’s breath hung heavy in the cold air as he squared up to the figure before him. The hooded stranger stood in stark contrast to the serenity of the night, their presence crackling with an almost palpable tension. Mason’s hand instinctively tightened around the knife at his side, the weight of the Veil of Shadows in his pocket a silent reminder of what had just transpired.“Impressive,” the figure said again, voice deep and smooth. They stepped closer, the hood obscuring their face. “But surely, you didn’t think you were the only one after the relics.”Mason shifted his stance, his eyes flickering over the stranger, searching for weaknesses, tells, anything that would give him an edge. “You’ve been following me,” he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.The figure chuckled—a low, humorless sound. “Let’s call it observing. I needed to see if you were worth the trouble.”“And?” Mason quipped, arching an eyebrow.“Let’s just say I’m… intrigued.”W
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 34: Shadowed Alliances
Mason Monroe didn’t have to wait long for the hooded figure to make the next move. The stranger’s voice carried authority and a calm menace that set Mason’s instincts on edge."You're quicker than most, but speed alone won't be enough to survive what’s coming." The figure stepped forward, light from the moon revealing the sharp jawline and a face covered by faint scars. A single emblem glinted on their chestplate: an ouroboros etched in black metal, its tail devouring itself.The symbol made Mason’s stomach churn. He’d seen it before—etched into the blade of an assassin who had ambushed him months ago. Whoever this person was, they belonged to a group he hadn’t identified yet, but one with a vested interest in the relics he sought."Who are you?" Mason asked, his knife steady in his hand. His voice carried a firm edge, masking the faint adrenaline still buzzing in his veins.The hooded figure tilted their head, a faint smirk pulling at their lips. "Names are cheap commodities, Monroe.
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 35: Betrayal and Revelations
The cave’s damp air clung to Mason Monroe’s skin as he leaned against the jagged wall, his eyes fixed on the Veil of Shadows tucked inside his worn leather bag. Even hidden, it pulsed faintly, as though alive, casting a subtle glow that played tricks on the edges of his vision. He didn’t trust it. He didn’t trust Elara either, pacing like a caged animal across the uneven stone floor. The quiet between them stretched taut, broken only by the faint drip of water from stalactites above. “You’re nervous,” Mason observed, his voice low and measured. Elara’s piercing gray eyes snapped toward him, glinting in the dim light of the campfire. “You’re not?” “I’ve run blind into enough trouble to make peace with nerves,” Mason replied with a shrug. “Well, you shouldn’t be,” Elara said sharply, her tone carrying an edge Mason wasn’t used to hearing. “The Relic Masters aren’t bounty hunters or mercenaries. They don’t bargain. They don’t relent. They will come, and they will take the Veil,
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 36: Allies and Enemies
The forest was restless as dawn painted the horizon with faint streaks of gold and crimson. The trees swayed despite the absence of wind, as though whispering secrets only the oldest among them could understand. Mason Monroe walked briskly, his knife sheathed but his hand never straying far from its hilt. Beside him, the mysterious cloaked figure moved with an eerie grace, their steps making no sound.“So,” Mason began, breaking the uneasy silence, “you’ve got a name, or should I just keep calling you ‘stranger’?”The figure glanced at him, their glowing eyes narrowing faintly. “You can call me Elara.”“Great,” Mason said dryly. “Elara. Mind telling me what you know about these Relic Masters? Because it feels like I’m walking into a storm blindfolded.”Elara stopped suddenly, her gaze turning toward the horizon as though she could see something Mason couldn’t. “The Relic Masters are more than just a cult. They’re an ancient order, older than most civilizations. Their goal has always
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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
