MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s - Chapter 238 You have to be low-key

Rumor has it that the fourth Wangye in Xuan Lang Empire was handsome and couldn’t be compared to anyone else. He held impressive contributions, gaining the favor of the Emperor. No one else had that honor within the present royal court.

Rumor has it that the fourth Wangye’s methods were cruel and murdered people within the blink of an eye, leading people to be scared out of their wits!

Rumor has it that the fourth Wangye was cold-hearted, placing no one in his eyes.

However, the truth was —

“No good. Fourth Wangye, the Firefox and the nineteenth Wangye are in a fight and ruined the library collections!”

“No harm, just put things back in order, then it’s fine!”

“Not good. Fourth Wangye, the Firefox secretly ate the millennium Seven Colors Fruit that the Emperor had rewarded!”

“No harm, as long as it likes to eat it then it’s fine!”

Everyone within the fourth WangFu knew that the Firefox was their Wangye’s treasure.

However, when the Firefox transformed into a person—

Heaven ah! Look at the pair of lily-white hands. Su JiuJiu was completely stunned and worried. Didn’t she cross over as a fox? How come she had transformed back into a person now?! Then, is she a person or a transvestite?!

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Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

Terrorized by the Seed Crystal Virus outbreak, the dimension where Stein was created had its civilization destroyed. Once a world developed with technology as its core, now it was just a wilderness with remnants of tech that’s inedible.

Unknown if it was a call of good or bad luck, Zhang Qin Feng was chosen as the one to bring life back to this lawless, desolated place.

What can he do?

How can it be done?

For what purposes?

Is it worth risking his life for?

There’s no one to answer Zhang Qin Feng, as he was the only one with such a privilege. But he knew... That everything came with a price.

“STEIN, Inventory!” Zhang Qin Feng grabbed the Phalanx X-02 that took four inventory spaces from his Dimensional Storage. Holding the pistol with both of his hands, he fired a shot accurately at one of the incoming zombie's head.

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.