Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 106 - 104: Scamming for Benefits

Chapter 106: Chapter 104: Scamming for Benefits

This time, you’re in my hands.

Yang Qizhou scrutinized the pudgy man in front of him as if watching a clown, his gaze filled with mockery.

He knew the effect of the "Deceiver," so of course, he had made preparations. Upon entering the room, he used the ability of the [Golden Law Book] to establish a new order—"no deceit allowed here."

Looks like it worked well,

Heh heh,

Next up, there’s only one thing left to do... Show him what cruelty really means.

"You—you—how do you know my Destiny Talent is ’Deceiver’... I’ve never told anyone... Wait, one person knows... You’re the ’Original Darkness’ big shot."

The "Fox’s" scalp tingled, his body drenched in cold sweat, goosebumps rising all over.

He suddenly remembered his encounter with the "Original Darkness" big shot,

It was in the game. The other party had used some mysterious item, making his game character answer everything truthfully—even details such as how he obtained Original Darkness’ artifacts, impersonated the Rest Angel Archer, and the effects of the "Deceiver." It almost seemed as if they were about to ask him the color of his underwear.

And the only person in the world who knows the effect of the "Deceiver"...

Is the Original Darkness big shot.

"You may look silly, but you’re actually quite clever."

"Rest Angel... Archer."

Yang Qizhou’s fingers tapped on the windowsill— "bang, bang, bang." Each tap seemed to strike at the pudgy man’s heart.

Rest Angel... Archer?

Wasn’t that the grandiose title he fabricated to deceive the "Original Darkness" big shot? It turns out it really was him.

Could this "Honey Badger" have joined the Secret Cultivation Society with the intent to come after me from the very start?

The "Fox" was utterly terrified.

"Wha... what is the scent of disorder? What have you done to me?"

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Yang Qizhou’s smile was downright sinister. He wasn’t planning to waste any more time and directly activated [Golden Law Book]’s ability to punish the "Fox," who was already tainted with the scent of disorder, on a conceptual level of order.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the room.

Who knows how much time passed.

The "Fox," as if subjected to every cruel medieval punishment imaginable, was tortured beyond recognition, gasping more than he breathed. "Big shot, I was wrong, I really was wrong. Just forgive me, I’ll agree to anything you say."

Ah, this pudgy man sure knows his place.

Initially still venting his anger, Yang Qizhou changed his mind instantly upon hearing the man’s begging.

"I want one small goal."

"Ah, big shot, what small goal, wait, do you mean one hundred million?" The pudgy man didn’t catch on at first, but once he realized, his eyes widened in shock.

The realm of "order" punishment stirred again. Yang Qizhou spoke with an authoritative air, like a tyrant.

"What, you won’t give it?"

The "Fox" pulled a mournful face, "Big shot, bro, it’s not that I won’t give it, but I don’t have that much money!"

Having avoided further contamination of the scent of disorder, it seemed the pudgy man wasn’t lying—he truly didn’t have that kind of money.

"Then how much do you have?" Yang Qizhou snapped viciously.

"I’ve got..."

Just as the "Fox" started to answer, Yang Qizhou kindly reminded him, "Don’t forget, deceit is prohibited here. Think carefully before you speak."

The "Fox’s" expression changed rapidly, as though he were performing a one-man show. At last, he gritted his teeth tightly.

"I’ve got 3.5 million in savings."

"Good, you didn’t lie. Then transfer all of it to me." Yang Qizhou thought to himself, "I’m becoming more and more like a tyrant." With the effect of [Hidden God’s Clothes] in play, he wasn’t worried that the "Fox" would trace his identity through the transaction.

The "Fox" was truly terrified of the order-based punishment. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, transferring all his savings into the designated account right in front of Yang Qizhou.

Afterward, he couldn’t suppress his tears,

but that wasn’t the end of it.

"Hand over all your [Deceit World] items as well... Hmm, ordinary ones are fine... High-quality ones aren’t necessary... See, I’m not that greedy."

Hearing this, the "Fox" reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on—he exploded instantly.

"That’s not possible..."

Of course, his reaction was understandable. Ever since [Deceit World] surfaced, aside from a handful of top-tier players obtaining extraordinary powers themselves, most players relied on "equipment" to enhance their characters’ attributes and advance the plot.

If he handed over his "gear," it would be as good as crippling his game character.

How would he play after that?

But before the "Fox" could finish his sentence, a sardonic voice interrupted, "Oh, so you’re sure you won’t give it?"

The sound of a hunting dog’s crazed laughter filled the room, yet no trace of an actual dog could be seen.

The "Fox" broke out into a cold sweat instantly.

Compared to "tools," he valued his life far more. Donning a face contorted by sorrow, he relinquished all miraculous items rated "high-quality" or above.

As for schemes,

The "Fox" didn’t dare entertain any thoughts of deception—who knows how many other bizarre orders beyond "no deceit allowed" this big shot might have established here.

Truly pitiful,

Yang Qizhou felt disdain... because the "Fox" only had one piece of "Quasi-Epic" material left—[Heart Hidden Star].

[Heart Hidden Star (Quasi-Epic Material)]: This is an extraordinary substance born in the sea of some ancient soul during the previous epoch. Its current use is unknown, but it inherently possesses "hidden" psychic power.

The item was average at best, but he begrudgingly accepted.

To be safe... Yang Qizhou used threats and bribes to thoroughly squeeze every last detail out of the "Fox," including his name, address, and the fact that he was a single man.

Seeing that no further value could be extracted, Yang Qizhou finally let the "Fox" go.

"Remember not to mess with me in the future, or else..."

"Big shot, big shot, even if you lent me eighteen more guts, I wouldn’t dare." The pudgy man, now reduced to a pauper, pulled a miserable face.

His strongest trump card—the "Deceiver"—had been completely neutralized by a single "no deceit allowed" order. He’d lost everything in the process. Even with a few more guts, he wouldn’t dare provoke this menace.

"Hmm, alright, be cautious in your next life."

"Ha, next life... Big shot... I gave you all the money and gear... Are you still going to kill me?"

"Oh, my bad, my bad, wrong choice of words—be more cautious next time."

Seeing the "Fox" turn pale in terror, Yang Qizhou’s pent-up frustration finally dissipated. He activated the effect of [Hidden God’s Clothes] and left the boutique hotel.

On the way back, Yang Qizhou suddenly halted.

3.5 million seemed like a significant sum, yet money was never too much, especially with the gold-devouring beast known as [Hidden God’s Clothes] in play.

Coincidentally, he had a "save and load" checkpoint ready.

"What are you waiting for? ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ let’s go!"

With the eerie cawing of a crow echoing in his mind, the scenery before Yang Qizhou blurred, twisted, and shattered. When he opened his eyes again, he was back at the point before entering the boutique hotel.

Naturally, he repeated his strategy, once again squeezing 3.5 million and a [Heart Hidden Star] from the "Fox" without fail.

The entire process was identical to his previous encounter on this thread of the fate timeline.

Once Yang Qizhou departed.

The "Fox" sat collapsed on the ground, devastated over his financial ruin and loss of his only piece of "Quasi-Epic" material, unaware that he had experienced the same event twice.

At the café downstairs,

A "Secret Cultivation Society" member dressed like a neighborhood kid sister frowned tightly, confusion and incomprehension swirling in her eyes, "That ’Honey Badger,’ why hasn’t he shown up yet? Could he have bailed?"

...

...

"7 million should be enough to feed [Hidden God’s Clothes] for a few days."

"This time, I fleeced him so thoroughly, I’m surprised he didn’t end up bare-skinned. Who knows when it’ll grow back... I’ll just have to fleece him again then."

Well, alright. Not content with fleecing once, he’s angling for sustainability.

That’s classic you.

With the effect of [Hidden God’s Clothes] in play, Yang Qizhou wasn’t concerned about the "Fox" tracing his identity through the bank transfer.

On his way home, he happened to cross paths with "Little Bean Sprout," who was munching on a lollipop. Upon seeing Yang Qizhou, she reacted as if spotting a thug, hurriedly hiding all her snacks.

"Brother Qizhou, you wouldn’t steal candy from kids, would you?"

Am I that kind of person?

Annoyed, Yang Qizhou gave the little girl a flick on the forehead, then rummaged through her pile of snacks, grabbed a bag of chips, and returned to his room, ignoring her furious glares.

By evening,

The "Secret Cultivation Society" member messaged him privately,

[Lord Honey Badger, have you seen the ’Fox’ anywhere?]

She may be beautiful, but her scheming nature made her unappealing. Disinterested, Yang Qizhou ignored the message.

After a pleasant dinner and a refreshing bath, he checked the time—it was nearing ten o’clock, precisely when [Hidden God’s Clothes]’ negative effect was due to strike.

"Let’s hope it doesn’t take too much,"

Yang Qizhou stared at his bank balance, secretly holding his breath.

Around ten o’clock, the 7 million balance suddenly dropped to 6.8 million—no SMS notifications, no transfer records, no traces whatsoever. It was as if an unseen hand had erased it.

"Twenty thousand this time. A twenty-fold jump from yesterday’s nine thousand—still within expected range."

"The remaining amount should last me one more day."

"But only one more day."

Yang Qizhou’s scalp tingled. The escalating mechanism of [Hidden God’s Clothes]’ negative effect would bankrupt even the world’s richest person in mere days. If he didn’t find a solution in three days, he’d have no choice but to resort to drastic measures.

As if contemplating something, Yang Qizhou’s expression turned hesitant.

Time flowed swiftly,

Midnight soon arrived, and the Destiny Power-blessed firelight reignited. The sinister cawing of dark crows filled his mind as three revivals and five save-and-load points refreshed.

This time, Yang Qizhou didn’t dive into the game right away; instead, he opened the "Destiny Store."

"Currently 3,900 Old Sacrifices remain. Even if I purchase one copy of [Book of Eras Fragment], there will still be 1,900 Old Sacrifices left—should be enough for now."

"Now, let me see,"

"The true essence of [Book of Eras Fragment]."