บททั้งหมดของ Revenge of the Night: บทที่ 1181 - บทที่ 1190

"What was your name again?" Madison did not remember the monk's name. She was busy being overwhelmed by fear earlier."Awesome Confucian!" The monk grinned.'Awesome?' Madison thought. It was a weird name. 'Why would someone call themselves that?'However, she found it rude to press further. So, she replied, "Thanks for the help. You can stay the night here."The monk's eyes shone. "Really, angel?"Madison answered, "Yeah. You saved my life, so this is the least I can do for you.""Thank you, angel! You're so nice!" Awesome said happily. He had a crush on Madison the moment he laid eyes on her. After all, he had never seen someone so beautiful back at Mystia.The fact that Madison let him stay in her room meant they would share the same space for the night. 'It's late at night, and we're alone in a room…' That thought alone made him buzz with excitement."Everything's sorted out now. You should get some sleep. I have to go now." Madison took her bag and was going to leave."Wa

"What? He wants our family to fight the boss… I mean, that bastard?" Awesome almost jumped with rage."Yes, Master Awesome." The old man nodded."Are the Blackstones stupid? How'd they even come up with that plan anyway? Fight that bastard… This is a joke!"The biggest families among the Philosophers were the Confucians, the Myrtles, the Blackstones, the Zettermans, the Warringtons, the Balancers, and the Rulingsons.The other Philosophers were their lackeys. As the strongest among the Philosophers, the Confucians had always been a mysterious family.This monk was that family's heir, and now he was told that the Blackstones wanted his family's help after their descendant was killed."Master Awesome, we cannot underestimate the Blackstones. Besides, they have an heir in Mystia as well," the old man said.Awesome laughed. "Man, I almost forgot about that idiot! Yeah, they can fight the boss… I mean, that bastard if they want! They will all die!"The old man frowned. He knew Aweso

The monk had never seen something so stimulating. He covered his eyes and apologized profusely.When Madison learned that it was just the monk, she heaved a sigh of relief and changed into her clothes before coming out. The monk put his hands in a prayer, muttering, "Dear gods, forgive me for the transgression. Forgive me…"Madison almost burst out in laughter. "Why are you here the first thing in the morning?" She wiped her hair dry as she approached the monk.When the monk saw that Madison was dressed, he took a deep breath and said, "I thought you were awake, Angel.""Stop calling me that. Call me Madison." She did not like how the monk was addressing her."Okay. I'll call you pretty, then.""Suit yourself." Madison thought the monk was getting more and more amusing as time went by. "Awesome, is it? You're here to settle a score with someone? Did you find him?" Madison took a seat on the couch."Yeah, but he wasn't in," said the monk."I see. Tell me if you need anything. I

A moment later, Madison's silvery voice played, "Had our paths not crossed,No moments would be lost.Yet, sadly, you were but a fleeting guest,And though parting promises rest,Our hearts still strain against the tide,Bound by memories that refuse to hide.We blame these echoes we can't forsake,For the yearning that keeps us awake.Perhaps, in truth, it's kinder thus,To let the past lie undisturbed between us."…There was sorrow but also something hauntingly beautiful in that voice. The monk felt sad for Madison. 'She's such a good lady. Why did she fall for a fuckboy? Who's the bastard who would even ditch the lady? This is a colossal waste!' he thought.The monk was sad and angry. He thought he had a chance at wooing Madison, but the moment she played the song she made for Nox… Suffice it to say, he fell into a state of depression.The lyrics and singing told of her love for Nox. As the song played, Madison fell into her memories. She was thinking about all the tim

The corridor on the sixtieth floor of Dunston Hotel was covered in the blood of fallen bodyguards. They died horrible deaths, with their hearts crushed with a single palm strike.On the other end of the corridor, a pair of black-robed silhouettes stood. "Are you sure the celebrity's here, Rogan?" one silhouette asked, his voice hoarse and ancient. His face was dark, and a crimson mark was imprinted on the corner of his eye. It extended to the side of his face, lending him an eerie aura.Rogan was a gaunt and almost cadaverous man. Without any expression on his face, he said, "Yes.""A Yin Spirit Physique, and yet the Harvester refused to claim her? This is a gargantuan waste. Once we claim that woman, we shall enjoy her together. What say you, Rogan?" the hideous man with the blood mark asked."I'm fine with the arrangement."After the men reached an agreement, they leaped over, appearing before Madison's room like phantoms. These men were the Underworld people who tried to take M