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Binance kicked off June 2026 with a massive move — burning 2.19 billion LUNC tokens on June 1, 2026, as part of its monthly buyback-and-burn program. This is one of the biggest monthly burns of the year.
Binance's total historical contribution to the LUNC deflationary campaign is around 86 to 87 billion LUNC coins, accounting for over 50% of all Luna Classic token burns. Cumulatively, these efforts helped reduce the total supply from 6.48 trillion to 5.55 trillion today.
As of June 1, 2026, cumulative burns exceeded 448 billion LUNC. The community's primary deflationary tool is a 1.2% on-chain transaction tax, supplemented by voluntary burns from exchanges like Binance.
Technical Upgrades The Network is Getting Stronger
The v4.0.1 network upgrade governance vote officially passed on May 5, 2026, and was implemented on May 6. The upgrade aims to repair older vulnerabilities left behind after the original collapse and correct historical staking data issues that affected validator balances and reward calculations. A major technical improvement came through Cosmos SDK v0.53 integration, improving Inter-Blockchain Communication (IBC) and allowing Terra Classic to interact more efficiently with Ethereum, Solana, and Cosmos ecosystems.
A community roadmap from June 2026 outlines development for the second half of the year, focusing on Layer-2 scaling, staking upgrades, new DeFi platforms, and cross-chain bridges — aimed at modernizing infrastructure and attracting new builders.
Market Module 2.0 is currently in testing phase — a crucial step for controlling token issuance and future supply burns.
Price Action — Wild Swings Continue
LUNC's price stood at $0.000067 as of June 4, 2026. With LUNC having surged 80% gains since last month, the double-digit weekly drawdown arrived even after Binance conducted one of the largest LUNC burns of the year — 2.2 billion tokens, twice larger than April's 923 million token burn.
The burn narrative provides a clear bullish catalyst for short-term rallies, as seen with the 100% surge following a 923 million token burn in May. However, the sheer scale of the supply overhang remains a structural bearish weight.
An additional 895.5 billion LUNC is locked away via on-chain staking, with a 21-day un-bonding period — meaning liquidity cannot be pulled all at once.
LUNC is running on community willpower and the burn engine. Mid-2026 roadmaps outline upgrades for staking, DeFi, and cross-chain bridges to rebuild utility. (Ainvest) The 5.5 trillion supply is still the biggest mountain to climb — but the burns keep going, the upgrades keep coming, and the community isn't quitting.
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❗️The climb back to the original 0.00007 line looked heavier than ever.🥲
Luncius, the front-line warrior of the Green Candle Clan, had already fallen against Malvros, the heir of the Red Candle Clan. The battlefield no longer belonged to hope. It belonged to ruin.
And now, Kaien had stepped into the storm.
Not to save LUNC.
Not to bring green profit back to the traders.
Not like Luncius.
Kaien was not fighting for justice.
He was not fighting for the market.
He was not even truly interested in killing Malvros.
He was here for one reason.
To enjoy the fight.
Because deep inside, Kaien already knew the ending.
He would win.
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Last Chapter Recap
In the last chapter, Malvros revealed a small piece of his real power his curse energy.
What looked like a pathetic -0.1% curse shot suddenly grew into a massive market blast after he whispered one word:
“Invest.”
Kaien blocked it with Luncius’ spear, but the explosion still sent him flying across the battlefield. Malvros healed himself with Auto Reverse Cursed Technique, thinking the attack had created distance.
But Kaien stood back up almost untouched.
Bruised.
Not broken.
Still smiling.
That was the moment Malvros understood something terrifying.
Kaien was not fighting like Luncius.
He was not fighting to protect traders.
He was not fighting for the Green Candle Clan.
Kaien was only here to enjoy the pain, the danger, and the fight itself.
And when Kaien smiled through the rain, Malvros realized the battle had not ended.
It had finally become interesting.
Now, with LUNC falling near 0.00006412 and the 0.00007 line looking farther away than ever, Malvros prepares a deeper trap.
The Red Candle heir is no longer trying to win by strength alone.
He is trying to bury Kaien inside the market itself.
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⛩️ Chapter 34: The Market That Owed a Miracle
Malvros landed low in the mud.
His knee bent.
His hand touched the ground.
Then his fingers shaped a shadow hand sign of a snake.
“Liquidity Serpent.”
GURRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!
The battlefield trembled.
A massive serpent emerged from the shadow beneath him, its body twisting like a black river of market fear. Its scales looked like broken red candles. Its eyes glowed deep crimson through the rain.
Malvros raised his head.
“Faith gathers.”
The serpent opened its mouth.
“Market answers.”
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
Dark venomous smoke blasted from the serpent’s throat, spreading across the entire battlefield.
Then Malvros whispered the command.
“Invest.”
The smoke began to grow.
Not -5%.
Not -10%.
It expanded like a full market collapse.
-40%.
The dark fog swallowed everything within a 500-meter radius.
Rain disappeared.
Light disappeared.
The battlefield disappeared.
Only black smoke remained.
Far outside the fog, Kaien watched quietly.
His expression did not change.
Then his eyes narrowed.
“Oh.”
He slowly stepped toward the smoke.
“Looks like I was wrong.”
The rain slid down his face.
“I thought the Ten Shadows were your cursed technique.”
Kaien rested the spear across his shoulder and kept walking.
“But that is not it.”
His smile sharpened.
“Your real cursed technique is much more interesting, Mr. Heir.(Referring the hair of the red candle clan)”
Inside the thick smoke, Malvros’ eyes narrowed.
Kaien’s voice continued from somewhere beyond the darkness.
“When you chant Invest, you can make any cursed energy or cursed technique grow larger and faster.”
Kaien’s footsteps splashed through the mud.
SPLASH.
“And when you chant Crash…”
His eyes locked onto Malvros’ position, even with zero vision of where malvors is but he can sense Malvors present with his high sense.
“…any attack coming directly toward you can have its path changed.”
Malvros’ face hardened.
Kaien crouched low.
One hand extended forward.
He rested the spear on that arm and aimed straight into the smoke.
His eyes were cold.
Calm.
Empty.
“Quite interesting, Mr. Heir.(Malvors is the hair of the red candle clan)”
Inside the darkness, Malvros watched the smoke carefully. He could not see Kaien, but he could feel the killing pressure moving toward him.
He lifted his hand.
“Fear appears…”
The smoke twisted.
“Candle blee—”
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
Before Malvros could finish the chant, the entire wall of smoke split apart.
Not slowly.
Not by wind.
By force.
Kaien tore through the 500-meter smoke field IN LESS THAN A SECOND.
Malvros’ eyes widened.
One second, he was staring into darkness.
The next—
Kaien stood directly in front of him.
And Luncius’ spear was already buried in Malvros’ chest.
Right through the heart.
Malvros froze.
“Huh?”
Blood spilled from his mouth.
GHHKKK—
Kaien smiled.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Heir?”
His voice was almost gentle.
“Oh.”
The smile widened.
“Looks like your chanting was not finished yet.”
Kaien violently rip and full of the spear.
SHHLKKK!!!
But before Malvors could breathe, Kaien grabbed him by the throat.
GRAB!!!
In the next second, Malvros was no longer on the ground.IN LESS THAN A SECOND Kaien thrown.
He was ten meters high in the sky now.IN LESS THAN A SECOND OF COURSE.
“Huh?”
The dark clouds spun above him.
Cold rain struck his face.
The whole world slowed.
Every second felt like the last second of his life.
Below him, Kaien stood in the mud, still smiling.
That cold, lifeless smile.
And then Malvros remembered.
“Oh…”
His eyes shook.
“It’s you.”
His mind flashed backward.
One year ago.
When Malvros was fifteen, there was a warrior feared across every border of the Green Candle Clan.
General Yuruzar.
The right hand of Malvros’ father.
Among the Red Candle Clan, his name was not spoken like a normal soldier’s name. It was spoken like a warning. When children of the Green Candle Clan cried in the night, old warriors would say only one thing.
“Be quiet.”
Their voices would drop.
“Or Yuruzar will hear you.”
He was not the strongest because he had the largest cursed energy.
He was not feared because of one flashy technique.
Yuruzar was feared because he never stopped moving forward.
No retreat.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Every time Malvros’ father sent him to war, Yuruzar returned with more land, more victory, and more silence behind him. Villages stopped ringing bells when he entered. Armies stopped shouting when they saw his standard. Even special grade sorcerers lowered their eyes when his boots touched the battlefield.
Not once in his entire life had Yuruzar lost.
Not once had he come back injured enough to kneel.
Not once had the Red Candle Clan questioned whether he would return.
Because Yuruzar did not fight like a man leading an army.
He fought like an army wearing the body of one man.
There was once a battle where ten thousand Green Candle warriors charged him at sunrise. Among them were special grade sorcerers, domain users, barrier masters, and cursed technique assassins trained only to kill generals.
By sunset, the battlefield was quiet.
Yuruzar stood alone in the middle of the corpses, his blade resting on his shoulder, his armor cracked, his breathing calm.
Ten thousand warriors had charged.
Not one returned.
That was the kind of monster he was.
So when Malvros’ father sent Yuruzar to conquer another piece of Green Candle land, nobody felt fear.
Nobody prayed.
Nobody even asked if he would win.
Yuruzar left with half a million Red Candle warriors behind him. Special grade sorcerers marched at his side. Elite cursed squads followed his command. The ground shook beneath their army like the market itself had chosen red.
Malvros remembered watching them leave from the palace balcony.
Flags filled the horizon.
Cursed energy covered the sky.
And Yuruzar walked at the front without looking back.
To Malvros, it did not look like a battle was about to begin.
It looked like the ending had already been decided.
But three days later…
The army returned.
No...
No victory drums.
No shouting soldiers.
Only rain.
Only silence.
Only a single wooden cart moving through the front gate.
Malvros remembered the smell first.
Wet iron.
Burnt cloth.
Blood mixed with mud.
The Red Candle soldiers who survived did not walk like warriors. They walked like ghosts who had seen something their minds could not understand. Some had no weapons. Some had no armor. Some could not even lift their faces.
And on the cart…
Lay Yuruzar.
The general who had never lost.
The warrior who always returned standing.
The man who was called an army.
This time, he came back on his back.
His eyes were open, but there was no pride left inside them. His armor had been split apart. His cursed energy was gone. His body looked heavy, as if even death had struggled to carry him home.
The entire palace courtyard became silent.
No one cried.
No one shouted.
No one dared to breathe too loudly.
Malvros’ father walked down the stone steps and stopped beside the corpse. For the first time in Malvros’ life, his father did not look angry.
He looked confused.
That was worse.
His father stared at Yuruzar for a long time.
Then he asked one question.
“Who killed him?”
The surviving sorcerer beside the cart fell to his knees.
His whole body was shaking.
Not from injury.
From memory.
“M-my lord…”
His voice cracked.
“It was not an army.”
Malvros’ father slowly turned his eyes toward him.
The sorcerer swallowed, but his throat barely moved.
“It was one man.”
The courtyard froze.
Malvros felt his fingers tighten against the balcony railing.
His father’s voice dropped lower.
“Name.”
The sorcerer lowered his head until his forehead touched the wet stone.
“Kaien…”
His body trembled harder.
“Kaien Voss.”
The rain fell between every word.
“The Empty Fang.”
Malvros stepped closer to the corpse.
That was when he saw it.
A massive X-shaped wound had been carved across Yuruzar’s body, from shoulder to hip, crossing deep through armor, flesh, and bone.
It was not just a wound.
It was a signature.
A mark left behind by someone who did not care about rank, history, title, or fear.
Half a million warriors.
Special grade sorcerers.
Elite cursed squads.
A legendary general who had never tasted defeat.
All of them had been erased by one boy.
No cursed energy.
No clan blessing.
No domain.
Only a spear.
Only a body that moved like death.
Only one name.
Kaien.
The Empty Fang..
Malvros returned to the present.
His body smashed into the ground.
KRAAAAAAASH!!!
Mud exploded outward.
SPLAAAAAASH!!!
The ground shattered beneath him.
Malvros coughed blood as rain poured over his face.
“He has no cursed energy…”
His thoughts raced.
“Not even a drop.”
His fingers dug into the mud.
“And yet he moves like a ghost.”
He looked up.
Kaien stood far away, spear resting across his shoulder.
“No wonder Yuruzar lost.”
Kaien took one step.
THUD.
Then he lifted his foot for the second step.
BZZZT—
He vanished.
In less than a second, he was standing beside Malvros.
Malvros lay still.
He had not healed his heart yet.
Not because he could not.
Because he understood something.
If he used Reverse Cursed Technique immediately, it might excite Kaien even more.
And Kaien hated sorcerers who could heal.
So Malvros stayed low.
He coughed blood and looked up at him.
“I remember you now.”
Kaien tilted his head.
“You are the one who killed General Yuruzar.”
Kaien’s smile faded slightly.
“With an X carved across his body.”
For a moment, only the rain answered.
Then Kaien smiled again.
“Oh.”
He lowered the spear from his shoulder.
“That piece of trash was your general?”
Malvros’ eyes narrowed.
Kaien stepped closer.
“Don’t worry.”
His voice turned colder.
“You’ll meet him in hell.”
He looked up at the dark clouds.
Rain slid down his face.
“That bastard killed Sara.”
For one second, his eyes changed.
Not sad.
Not angry.
Something worse.
Empty grief.
“Sara…”
Kaien spun the spear upside down and aimed the blade at Malvros’ head.
“When I die and reach hell…”
His hand tightened around the weapon.
“Tell him I will still come for him.”
The spear lowered.
“And I will kill him again.”
The ground beneath Kaien suddenly cracked.
KRK-KRK-KRK!!!
Kaien’s eyes shifted downward.
A massive shadow mouth opened beneath his feet.
GRAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Liquidity Serpent burst from the ground with its jaws wide open.
Kaien blinked.
“Oh.”
He looked almost disappointed.
“That serpent from the smoke.”
The fangs rushed toward his leg.
“I completely forgot about it.”
Kaien spun the spear and swung down.
WHOOOOM!!!
But at that exact moment—
Malvros’ lips moved.
The unfinished chant returned.
“Crash.”
VNNNNNNNNNNN—
The spear’s path changed by itself.
Kaien’s eyes widened.
“His chant…”
The serpent’s jaws snapped shut.
“…was not finished yet.”
CHOMP!!!
The fangs pierced straight into Kaien’s leg.
SHLKKK!!!
The serpent bit harder.
KRRRNNNCH!!!
For the first time, Kaien’s body stopped.
Malvros immediately activated Reverse Cursed Technique.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
White cursed energy surged through his chest.
His heart repaired.
His wound closed.
His breathing returned.
Kaien stared down at the serpent biting into his leg.
Then he laughed.
“Hahaha…”
He tilted his head back into the rain.
“Ahhh.”
His smile returned.
“Now I feel alive.”
Malvros slowly stood.
He knew the trap was not enough to kill Kaien.
But it was enough to stop him.
For a moment.
Kaien looked at him through the rain.
“Thank you, Mr. Heir.”
He grabbed the serpent’s upper jaw with one hand and its lower jaw with the other.
“I almost lost my sense of pain.”
Malvros’ fingers moved again.
This time, his hands formed a swan-shaped shadow sign.
Kaien began pulling the serpent’s jaws apart.
KRRRRRRRRRK!!!
The serpent screamed.
HISSSSSSAAAAAAAH!!!
Malvros spoke calmly.
“Black Swan Phoenix.”
A dark phoenix emerged from his shadow.
KRAAAAAA!!!
Its wings spread wide, carrying white reverse cursed energy through the storm. The energy poured over the serpent’s torn mouth, healing the wound as Kaien ripped it apart.
White cursed energy crawled across the serpent’s body.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Kaien’s eyes narrowed.
“That shikigami again.”
Malvros watched him carefully.
“That trap worked perfectly.”
His thoughts sharpened.
“Now I just need a bigger one.”
Kaien looked straight into Malvros’ eyes.
Death stared back at the heir.
The kid is smart, Kaien thought.
Just like Aurel said.
Then he scratched his head.
“Wait.”
His expression shifted slightly.
“Why did I call him a kid?”
He glanced at Malvros.
“He’s the same age as me.”
Both Malvros and the serpent had healed.
Both stood ready again.
But ready for what?
A battle?
No.
This was not a battle anymore.
This was war.
And Malvros was losing.
Losing badly.
Kaien was beating him down like a broken red candle under a falling hammer.
Still, the market kept sinking near 0.00006349.
The Green Candle line was trembling.
The 0.00007 throne felt far away.
So the question remained.
Would Malvros drag LUNC deeper into the dark abyss?
Or would Kaien finally stop playing, kill the heir properly, and take back what belonged to the LUNC traders?
Kaien pulled the spear free from the mud.
SHLK.
He rested it across his shoulder.
Malvros raised his hand.
The serpent hissed.
The phoenix burned behind him.
Rain fell harder.
Kaien smiled.
“Good.”
His eyes went empty again.
“Now show me a trap worth surviving.”
The battlefield went silent.
Then the storm moved first.
⛩️ To be continued.
—JJK Mangaka 🖋️
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⛩️LUNC Market Analysis — Malvros’ Cold Verdict 🩸⛩️
LUNC is now sitting around 0.00006338, bleeding at almost -5%.
The Green Candle side is not climbing.
It is crawling.
RSI is near the weak zone, around 34–37, which means the market is wounded, but not fully dead yet. The 24H low near 0.00006277 is now the battlefield floor. If that floor breaks, LUNC may fall deeper into the Red Candle abyss.
Malvros’ verdict is simple:
The bulls are not in control.
They are only surviving.
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🔴 Short Setup — Red Candle Path
Entry Zone:
0.00006380 – 0.00006450
Best if price rejects this zone and fails to reclaim strength.
TP1: 0.00006277
TP2: 0.00006220
TP3: 0.00006120 – 0.00006080
Stop Loss:
Above 0.00006520
If LUNC loses 0.00006277, the market will not fall.
It will be dragged.
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🟢 Long Setup — Green Candle Counterattack
Entry Zone:
0.00006300 – 0.00006340
Only if price holds above the 24H low and buyers defend the zone.
Safer Confirmation Entry:
Above 0.00006420
TP1: 0.00006480 – 0.00006520
TP2: 0.00006620 – 0.00006657
TP3: 0.00006760 – 0.00006768
Stop Loss:
Below 0.00006240
If LUNC cannot reclaim 0.00006520, the long is only hope wearing green armor.
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🧊 Price Prediction
For now, LUNC still looks bearish.
If 0.00006277 breaks, the next danger zone is around 0.00006220, then 0.00006120.
If buyers somehow reclaim 0.00006520, then LUNC can attempt a recovery toward 0.00006657 and maybe 0.00006768.
But the real throne is still 0.00007.
And right now?
Malvros is standing between LUNC and that throne.
Will Kaien bring LUNC back to 0.00007, or will Malvros bury it below 0.000062?
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