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Chapter 459. The Conman's Sequence Inversion Meeting (Part 459)

"I want to remind everyone of something very serious."

Leaders often need to adjust their ties or lapel to enhance their presence.

Lacking both items, the miracle worker reached out and grabbed the shoulder strap of the overalls, giving it a gentle tug—a "snap" as it snapped back, the crisp sound surprisingly having a deterrent effect.

“I see what everyone has been busy with lately, and given our situation, I support your actions.”

The girl in overalls first turned to the side, raised her hand, and said in a serious tone.

Then, she changed the subject:
"However—I have recently obtained a crucial piece of information that I must share with you all."

"That is……"

She snapped her fingers, but the magic wand didn't move; instead, a faint purple light flashed in her pocket.

The next second, a light screen with a faint purple glow appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

The fraudsters present were filled with awe upon seeing this.

— To conjure something out of thin air without leaving a trace—that's the ultimate art of deception, no wonder they follow their leader.

A familiar figure was reflected on the purple screen.

Yin Ju, a water-based warfare tycoon dressed in a black executive jacket, sat at the head of a long table, flanked by more than ten male and female war warriors.

The table was laden with food, but no one touched their chopsticks.

The private room contained only one large floor-to-ceiling window, in addition to the people inside.

Outside the window, there is an endless blue sea, with waves surging and crashing against the shore. You can see the low-hanging clouds almost touching the crests of the waves at the horizon. The sky and sea blend together in the rolling foam to form a murky, leaden blue.

That is the Tonghai Bridge that runs through the north and south of Haidu.

"According to intelligence, Chairman Yin of the Canglan Republic attended a secret banquet at noon today."

The miracle worker lowered his voice:

"The banquet was held at the Linjiang Tower, facing the sea... and all those present were warriors of war."

The fraudsters present still seemed unaware of the gravity of the situation, and one of them hesitated in a low voice:

"So... what's wrong with that now?"

The miracle worker sighed deeply at their slowness, then took out a purple phone from his pocket, swiped his finger, and opened the weather app.

In the center of the screen, the humidity level is clearly displayed as 84%.

"90% air humidity is the invincible threshold for water systems. At that point, the water vapor in the air can transform into sharp spikes, delivering a lock-on kill..."

"The southern part of Haidu is currently in chaos, with rampant fraud and the rainy season just around the corner... The humidity is approaching that 'invincible line'."

"The Yin tycoon chose this moment to suddenly convene a meeting of all his war subordinates, and the banquet was specially arranged to be held in a location facing the sea..."

Her gaze slowly swept over the crowd:
"Do you think that if we continue to cheat without any scruples, the Canglan Republic might simply send troops and wipe our guild...out of this world?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

The rainy season is like a festival for water-based warfare.

Every time the rainy season arrives, watching the humidity rise steadily and their strength increase, they smile even more happily than during the Lunar New Year.

Who can be sure that the water system giants of the Canglan Republic tolerated their fraudulent behavior before because—it was the dry season at that time?

In the silence, the con artists exchanged glances. Finally, one of them couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice:

"President... what should we do?"

As soon as those words were spoken, all the con artists in the room turned their gazes to the young president, who was wearing dopamine-colored overalls.

In other sequences, this outfit would likely be seen as sloppy and carefree.

But here, in a world of deception that prides itself on the bizarre and flashy, it has become a kind of proper formal attire.

"Of course there are solutions."

The miracle worker suppressed his smile and seriously adjusted his straps.

"I suggest everyone evacuate the southern part of Haidu recently and consider finding employment elsewhere, for example—"

"The Church of the Wizarding World."

A murmur of barely suppressed discussion immediately arose from below.

The voice initially sounded as if it were trapped inside a jar, carrying hesitation and astonishment:
"The Papacy?...Where are you going?"

"That's God's territory... How can we, a bunch of fraudsters, make a living there?"

"Is the president serious...?"

"This...this won't do, will it?"

Immediately afterwards, a wave of doubts surged forth, carrying an unbelievable tremor:
"Is the Holy See's divine magic just for show? We've probably been exposed before we even got to the door!"

"We can't even come up with a decent prayer..."

There were also timid murmurs seeping into the cracks:
"I heard that when they arrest heretics, they just burn them at the stake..."

Questions, gasps, and incredulous whispers mingled together, rippling through the silent air.

The miracle worker wasn't surprised by their grumbling; she had come prepared to say that.

She gently raised her hand, palm down, making a gentle downward pressing gesture.

The murmurs around them gradually subsided.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I understand, this sounds a little... unbelievable."

The miracle worker's voice carried a certainty:
"But this is indeed a viable path, even a... path to 'wealth'. I'm not saying this as wishful thinking, but rather based on the footsteps of our predecessors."

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket—a flash of purple light appeared, as if a phantom had been pulled from the void.

The next moment, a thick book with an intricate cover lay quietly in her palm.

"This book is the 'Scripture of Original Sin'."

She held up the book so everyone could see its ancient and majestic cover:

"But among them is a masterpiece by one of our con artists."

She skillfully turned the pages, the paper rustling softly, until she finally stopped at a certain chapter.

The fingertip precisely landed on the chapter title—

Finance and Faith Studies

"Thirteen years ago, this senior successfully infiltrated the Vatican and was promoted to a clergyman."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, and she emphasized, word by word:

"He not only infiltrated the organization, but also exposed the secret dealings between the Vatican and the Rose Group, and wrote down all his observations and inside information in this chapter."

As the girl in overalls spoke, she suddenly curled the corners of her mouth mysteriously.

She slowly extended her left hand, spread her five fingers, and gently waved it in front of everyone.

"And this senior, with just this one book..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, her voice low and slow, as if sharing a shocking secret:
"I earned—this amount."

A murmur of discussion erupted. Looking at the five fingers the chairman held up, the con artists below gasped, exclaiming, "What?! Five million earned?!"

"What! A royalties of fifty million!"

Wow, five hundred million!

The commotion resumed, but this time the direction of the discussion had changed drastically:

"Can con artists really make money like this?"

"You're amazing, senior! How did you do that?"

"Damn it! Who dares to say that we con artists are a sunset industry? We're clearly the rising sun, aren't we?"

"No, I'm just jealous. They're all con artists, so why does he have to go? Is it just because he's a senior? No way, I want to go too!"

"Is Zun Du fake? It makes so much money, one book is worth three lifetimes' worth of income for me?"

"Honestly, after reading about the otherworldly church, I feel it's too dark. There must be more than just this one shady affair."

"That's not the only good thing. Aren't they good at lying? Why don't they try their luck with us?"

"Honestly, there's nothing more fun than competing with your peers in scamming, and you can make money from it too."

"I'm tempted, I'm really tempted, I kind of want to go."

……

Amidst the escalating clamor, the Miracle Master exhaled softly, his gaze sweeping over the faces below, which had shifted from surprise and doubt to eager anticipation, a sense of satisfaction rising within him.

Actually, she didn't know what to do next, but being a newcomer, the god of miracles helped her quickly access the information she already had.

People's confusion often stems from a lack of information.

With all the information readily available, finding a viable path becomes much easier.

After looking around, the miracle worker realized that there was nothing to be confused about. It was true that the job market for con artists was narrow, and most of them were low-class industries. After looking around, this was the only viable path.

And that's how the scammers started to be fooled.

Amidst the increasingly heated discussion, the Miracle Master sorted through the information in his mind, and as if he had thought of something, a flash of inspiration struck him.

Using the tabletop as cover, she quietly reached into her dimly glowing pocket, and when she pulled it out, her palm held a slowly spinning purple six-pointed star.

The starlight shifts, serene and mysterious—this is the true form of the god of miracles.

Not all gods are willing to remain aloof and observe from the sidelines.

There are always some more approachable beings who are happy to follow their priests and wander around in this mortal world.

The god of miracles is a prime example.

The miracle worker lowered his head slightly, lowered his voice, and murmured to the shimmering purple six-pointed star in his palm:

"My God, I feel like... something's not quite right."

"Could it be that the 'one' who asked us to form this Fraudsters Guild... actually wants to use us to expose that 'scandal' among our peers?"

The six-pointed star trembled slightly, then smoothly completed a full rotation.

—This is an affirmative response.

The miracle worker's heart skipped a beat, and then an overwhelming joy flowed through his body like a warm current.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the person behind the scenes remained silent and offered no further guidance.

It turns out that from the moment you take that first step, the future has already narrowed down to the only viable path.

And she actually came to understand this point on her own.

This was the first time she felt like a… “smart person”.

At this moment, this belated realization made her so excited that she almost felt dizzy.

"Cough cough..."

In the noisy room, the girl in overalls straightened up and snapped her fingers crisply.

The purple light screen suspended in mid-air dissipated upon hearing the sound, turning into tiny glimmers of light that dissolved into the air.

The whispering con artists gradually quieted down, and all eyes turned back to her.

Under the watchful eyes of a room full of con artists, the Miracle President, dressed in dopamine-colored overalls, raised his flamboyant magic wand.

She didn't wave it, but simply held it gently, a bright smile blooming on her face.

"Everyone here."

Her voice was like a pebble thrown into still water, its clear ripples spreading out:

“I know you’ve done many…less honorable things. Fraud, lies, deception, theft. You’re scorned by the outside world, called rats in the gutter, living in the shadows.”

She paused, her gaze slowly sweeping over each face, revealing evasiveness, numbness, and deep-seated resentment.

"I cannot comment on these things. Because I know better than anyone else that this is the predicament of our sequence, the swamp on which we depend for survival, yet which also firmly pins us down."

Her tone suddenly rose:

"But now—the turning point is right in front of us!"

“A better way to make money, a more dignified way of life, and even... a possibility to ‘atone’ for what I did in the past.”

"Who decided that con artists can only hide in the sewers and have no right to be protagonists of justice?"

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were increasingly heavy breathing.

In their eyes, something long extinguished was rekindled, a mixture of longing, doubt, and frantic excitement.

She took in everyone's reactions, and then, in a resolute tone, slowly revealed her final plan:

"Infiltrate the Vatican, impersonate a clergyman, and expose their deceitful truth hidden in the shadows!"

She raised her magic wand high, her voice clear and resonant, piercing through the roof:
"The dawn of the Fraudster Spectrum begins with this meeting, and we will create it with our own hands!"

The moment she finished speaking, it was as if some invisible fuse had been lit, and all the con artists in the room raised their arms in unison.

In an instant, the conference room was flooded with vibrant colors.

The intricately patterned retro sleeves, the shimmering cuffs inlaid with colorful gemstones, the wide robes printed with vibrant flowers... all the bizarre and colorful garments stood upright in the air with this synchronized movement.

Beneath the arms were flushed, excited faces.

The last trace of hesitation in their eyes was burned away by the fervent flames, and the suppressed excitement in their throats broke through their final restraints.

"Long live the fraud sequence!"

The sound waves crashed against the walls, repeatedly surging and roaring in the enclosed space.

In the heart of this frenzied spectacle.

The girl in overalls sat quietly and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Whether the dawn of the con artist is approaching, this miracle worker certainly doesn't know.

All she knew was that the thorny task assigned to her was finally completed.

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　　(End of this chapter)