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Born into chaos and raised by the streets, Celin never knew peace — only revenge. After escaping a high-security prison, he sets out to destroy the syndicate that killed his family. But every step forward is haunted by betrayal, brotherhood, and blood. In a world where trust is a luxury and bullets speak louder than words, will Celin rise as a legend… or fall as just another lost soul?

Celin the Gangster

Years passed like smoke in the wind.

Melin, now one of the most feared leaders in the Red Cult Ballas, stood tall—his name known across San Jamb. He wore gold, drove armored cars, and lived in a skyscraper that touched the clouds.

But behind the fame and fear, something still burned inside him: the ghost of his past.

One stormy night, Melin stood on the rooftop of the Crimson Tower with his sniper aimed at Fredrick, the man who once manipulated everything—his family's downfall, his brother's capture, even Melin's own twisted path into the Red Cult.

His finger slowly pulled the trigger.

But just as he locked in the shot…

Visions flooded in—memories of childhood, playing with his brothers Celin and Kelin… the day his father said:

> "We fight, but never become the monster."

And then, a voice echoed—Jack's voice.

> "We've come too far, brother… don't ruin what we built."

Without warning, Jack stepped from the shadows.

> "I knew you'd come here," he said, calm but alert.

"You can't kill Fredrick. Not now."

Melin turned to him, tears building behind his sharp stare.

> "He lied to me, Jack. He killed my father… my mother. And used me like a dog!"

> "I know. But if you pull that trigger now… the whole Red Cult turns against us. The throne will fall. Everything we built will burn."

> "I don't want to lose you, Jack. But I don't want to lose myself either."

> "Then you better decide, Melin. Because the rule that made us kings… is the same one that keeps us in chains."

> "Power or peace. You can't have both."

Just as they were about to leave, a phone rang.

> "Melin," the old man said over speaker,

"You stood there with the sniper, didn't you?"

> "Of course. I trained you. And I let you live because Jack begged me to. But remember… as long as I'm alive, you are mine."

>Before hanging the call green bender got fedrick one shot on his forehead

Melin walked away from the edge, torn between revenge and loyalty.

He didn't pull the trigger—but the war inside his soul was only beginning.

Blood in the heart