Rise Of The Rogue
Author: Beo
last update2025-08-03 01:36:42

Location: Vatican Crypt – Vault IX

Jason held the snake-bound book in one hand, the gold key in the other. Dust swirled in the crypt air as candlelight flickered across ancient walls.

He turned to the back of the book. Each page listed names—ruthless, untouchable people in politics, finance, war.

Many were dead.

But one name was circled in red ink.

Avael Varga.

Title: Architect of the Raven Circle.

Status: Unknown.

Last seen: Istanbul, 1997.

Jason muttered, “This is deeper than Mafia blood. It’s centuries old.”

But he didn’t have time to chase ghosts.

They had Valentina. They had Eva.

He pressed a hidden button behind the book casing.

A hidden drawer slid open.

Inside: A sealed USB drive and a single note in Alessandro’s handwriting:

If you’re reading this, you are now a target of the world’s oldest game. There is no middle. Only kings. Or corpses.

Jason took the drive. Crushed the vault behind him.

And walked into war.

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