MTL - Celestial Immortal - Chapter 690 The treasure of the devil, there are relatives

She had never expected that she would slept with her deadly enemy,but it turned out to be a good match for both of them.

while after marriage ,his indifference finally angered her.

You damn bastard!

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red.Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was.Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura.By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, “Finally, the dog died...”.Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven.“HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven...” Kaal said while laughing.Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine.

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.