Persephone awoke early the following morning, engaging in the kitchen despite her nearly non-existent culinary skills. The art of self-sufficiency had only become a part of her repertoire since her arrival.Previously reluctant, she now enthusiastically approached the task, humming as she cooked. With a tablet perched on the windowsill, she meticulously flipped through images, faithfully following the recipe steps. An instinctive smile graced her face throughout the cooking process.Her motivation? Morpheus.Each meal she prepared was an expression of her affection for him.The fried egg bore the evidence of a slight mishap—she hadn't mastered the intricacies of frying. The milk flirted with boiling over. Yet, imperfections aside, she believed that her kitchen prowess would blossom with continued effort.After all, wasn't it said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach?Grinning like a fool, she panickedly turned off the gas as the pan sizzled.A knock on the doo

Morpheus clenched his fists as he stared at Persephone's teary face.He thought since he could bear the pain that no regular people could bear on the battlefield and boxing ring, there wouldn't be any pain in the world that could hurt him.Never had he thought there really was.Her tears hurt him so badly.Persephone was shaking, and so was he. However, he had to try his best to hold it in."What makes me think I can't talk to her like that?" Morpheus scoffed. "You'll have to ask her! She insists on lowering herself to make breakfast for a person like me. She kept clinging onto me… It's her fault that I'm doing this to her!""You!" Seamus was furious and threw a punch at him.Morpheus was hurt, so he did not dodge in time and took his punch. He staggered into the chair before falling on the floor.Seamus wanted to keep punching him, but Morpheus struggled to lift his arms, blocking his fist. Just then, his wounds tore significantly, and blood seeped through the gauze!"No!" Pe

Persephone knew this place better than the bodyguards.An inexplicable hesitation gripped the bodyguards when they reached the street, causing them to falter in following her.Persephone seized the chance and made a quick move to lose them. She sprinted toward a convenience store, deftly navigating through a couple of turns until she reached Morpheus' place.There, she encountered Wynn, who appeared in a rush as he descended the stairs."Sephy?" he greeted her with surprise and joy before swiftly becoming alert, pulling her behind him. After a cautious glance around, he whispered, "Nobody is following you, right?""No!" she replied, panting. "How's Morpheus? Did Seamus come?!""Seamus?" Wynn was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. "Seamus didn't come, but Morpheus isn't doing great...""What happened to him?""His old wounds were still healing from the fight with Louis. He barely won the fight. Now, with new wounds on top of the old ones, he..."Persephone rushed toward

Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemplation.The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home. His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.Like an unplanned melody, their love story began as a pure accident. Yet, she couldn't let it go, holding onto the hope that it would endure."Sephy…" Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.Seamus bit his lip. "I'm sorry."Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty.-In her younger days.Persephone would play tricks on hi

There was a dimly lit office on the other side of the underground arena. It belonged to Fat Jim, who loved the dark.At that moment, he held a cigar while shaking his legs on the table. The vinyl player was broken, but that did not stop him from smiling.The case of cash in front of him was the source of his happiness. He didn't calculate how much money there was, but he knew it was the amount that made him happy. He didn't care who the person trading with him was. All he knew was that it didn't matter if Morpheus died—his profit was endless.-Earlier."Kill Morpheus."That was the first thing the mysterious man said as soon as he came in.Fat Jim was stunned at first, thinking that the man had come to the wrong place. Just when he was about to get his men to chase him out, the man placed the case agilely on the table.The cash in the case made one fall into a daze.Fat Jim frowned. "What's this…" "You're the boss of this underground arena. You call the shots for who lives