MTL - I Don’t Have a Soul Skill, I’ll Cut Down the Douluo - Chapter 62

Jiang Hao passed through ordinary people and was forced to be sold into the Demon Sect and became a disciple of the Demon Sect.

I wanted to cultivate with peace of mind to become stronger a little bit so that I could survive in the world of self-cultivation, but was “humiliated” by a female devil in every possible way.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and he can only endure the humiliation and survive, hoping not to meet each other again.

Without a backer, he was favored by the Demon Sect’s headmaster and was able to practice with peace of mind. When he became the chief disciple and met the headmaster, he was stunned.

Looking at the beautiful face of the other party, he couldn’t smile a little. Isn’t this the female devil?

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You might not believe it when I say this, but not all top students are the same!-------------------------------No system, high intelligence, character-driven slice-of-life book!

A soul named Wu Ling Feng transferred into a male magician character in DNF, that very moment Devil King’s journey officially began…

Enemies magic needs to be chanted, his doesn’t require such, it’s instantaneous magic. His second skill actually allows him to summon permanent dolls, whining Loli dolls, royal sister dolls, whatever he wants…

Loli girl : Onii-chan, don’t do that, it will be painful, ar…

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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.