Chapter 1138

Chapter 1138:

As the first notes rang out, a beautiful, melodic tune filled the air. Her fingers began to move, finding the rhythm. At first, Hank and the others watched her progress with mild interest. She was keeping up decently, but nothing remarkable—yet. The tempo began to quicken, and the notes came faster and more erratically. The others braced themselves to step in, confident Madisyn wouldn’t be able to keep up. But Madisyn’s hands moved with effortless precision. Her fingers danced, hitting every note perfectly. Her movements were light and graceful, like fluttering butterflies, but her accuracy was razor-sharp.

“Is this real?” Hank muttered, his voice barely audible.

He and his friends stared in disbelief at Madisyn’s hands. Her fingers moved so quickly across the screen that they were a blur, nearly impossible to follow.

“Could it be…she’s really Night Cat?” one of them muttered.

Hank recalled his brother once saying that once someone was over twenty, their finger agility began to decline. Yet here was Madisyn, effortlessly completing a stage designed for five players, all on her own.

As the final notes of the game faded, the screen lit up with the results.

Madisyn glanced at her score and raised an eyebrow.

Her personal overall score? SSS—again.

Hank stared at the screen, then back at Madisyn. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. After a moment, he swallowed hard and raised his thumb.

“That was epic!” he exclaimed.

“I believe it now—you’re definitely Night Cat! Let’s go for another round!”

Madisyn laughed lightly and nodded. The game had hooked her, and she was eager to keep playing.

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The five of them dove back into the game, winning match after match. By the end of seven rounds, Hank’s initial promotion goal had been far exceeded.

Madisyn rotated her wrist, glancing at the time. It was getting late, and she decided it was time to say goodbye to the boys.

Before she could leave, Hank seemed hesitant but finally spoke up.

“Wait, can I ask you for a favor?”

Madisyn tilted her head curiously.

“What do you need?”

“I want to invite you to join our team,” Hank said earnestly.

“We’ve been one teammate short for a while now and need someone like you.”

Madisyn paused, considering his words.

“Hank, I enjoy playing with you guys, but… what’s your goal with the team? What are you planning to do?”

She hadn’t forgotten the tension between Hank and Austen. Before committing, she needed to know the full story.

Hank didn’t shy away.

“Austen left my brother’s club, took half the players with him, and smeared my brother’s reputation.

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