Evil Coin

Gasp!

Dawn sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around the coin. He had expected something grand, maybe a divine voice whispering secrets or a surge of enlightenment. Instead, he got… a simple yes-or-no mechanic. For a mythical artifact, it felt oddly mundane.

The treasure Hidden Coin of Fate calculated the probability of some event happening and gave the answer based on that.

Feeling a slightly cold sensation in his hand, Dawn examined the coin closely.

The coin had the unassuming shape of a penny from his past life, but that was where the similarities ended. Its surface was not metal, not stone, but something in between—cold, yet strangely alive. When he tilted it, the skull carving on one side seemed to flicker, its venomous flames twisting as if feeding on an unseen force.

While on the other side was the figure of a woman holding a bowl, smiling charmingly.