Chapter 1938


    Then she turned her gaze towards Morpheus. “It means if he wins, you have to let me sleep with him!”


    Morpheus’ stare at Louis turned fierce as he clenched his fists.


    Persephone’s small hand gently covered his arm.


    “Don’t you want to know what I said?” She chuckled. “I gave him just two words—go die.”


    Morpheus was stunned, meeting her yful gaze.


    He was surprised that she understood Latiumo.


    Immediately, Persephone spoke fluent Latiumo to Louis. “Although I don’t know where you’re from, I


    understand yournguage. Don’t think of humiliating my husband or trying anything with me! Sleeping


    with you is impossible because, in a while, my husband will tear your bones apart in the ring and mail


    them to your mom!”


    After that, she loudly interpreted for everyone present.


    The fightersughed uproariously.


    Morpheus was surprised yet slightly moved. He pulled Persephone into his arms, patting her head.


    Only Louis became furious, veins popping on his neck. He roared and threw a punch at Morpheus.


    Morpheus swiftly raised his hand and caught Louis’ fist.


    “Save your energy.” Morpheus smirked. “After all, this is an underground gambling den, and we signed


    a life-and-death agreement! Wasting your strength now will be a real loss when you die in the ring


    later!”


    “You…” Louis, filled with anger and humiliation, spat on the ground and stormed away from the crowd.


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    Morpheus turned to look at Persephone. “This isn’t where you should be. Hurry and leave.”


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    “Persephone!”


    “I must stay here!” She smiled. “I want to witness you tearing that guy’s bones apart!”


    Morpheus widened his eyes, feeling helpless and joyful. He stared at her as if engraving her image into


    his eyes. He rubbed her head with a smile.


    “Then… wait for me.”


    “I’ll be watching from the stands.”


    “You’ll be scared.”


    “No, I won’t!” Persephone asserted. “I know you’ll win!”


    Morpheus smiled, nced at her onest time, and turned to stride away.


    Wynn brought Persephone to the spectator seats.


    The stands were packed. Once the two fighters entered the ring, the entire ce vibrated with


    excitement, cheers threatening to break the roof.


    Many in the audience were fanatical gamblers, devoid of reason or thought, focused solely on victory or


    defeat. Winning meant wealth and honor, while losing meant losing everything.


    Persephone’s heart raced.


    She thought, perhaps she wasn’t so different from these people. They gambled with money while she


    gambled with Morpheus’ heart.


    The match was incredibly intense. Morpheus and Louis were evenly matched. The roars outside the


    caged ring surpassed each other, the fight inside a stage of life or death.


    Every time Morpheus got injured, Persephone’s heart clenched. But each time, he rose up, hitting back


    with fiercer punches.


    Blood sprayed in the ring.


    Persephone stood dazed among the crowd. Tears streamed down her face, yet she felt nothing. She


    didn’t know if that blood was Morpheus or Louis’. In her blurred vision, Morpheus fell and stood up


    again, surrounded by deafening cheers…