Apocalypse Survival: A Master Con Artist Rules Over a Team of Oscar-Worthy Actors

I, Chen Ye, am a hapless guy who transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. With no supernatural powers, I can only survive by bluffing. I told Captain Leiting he would suffer a bloody disaster in three days, when really I’d just noticed how badly worn his gear was. I showered the teahouse owner’s overnight tea with praise, though inside I felt so bitter I could have thrown up. Every day, I stole one “cabbage” from the neighboring vegetable patch to cook with my noodles, leaving a few pebbles behind as “immortal fate.” I thought my disguise was flawless, that I was playing a worldly hermit among ordinary people struggling to survive. Then the city walls were torn apart by demons, and I decided to make one last explosive show of “faking my death” and escaping. After the deafening blast, I waited to be free. Instead, I saw the “cabbage” from the vegetable patch transform into a giant towering into the sky. The dozing teahouse owner sprouted dragon horns as he rose into the air. The silent guard unleashed a sword stroke whose cold light stretched three thousand miles. They, along with everyone in the city, stared at me, the con man who was just about to run away. Trembling with excitement and overcome with tears, they all knelt down and cried, “We welcome the Immortal Venerable as he reveals his true form! Please lead us in conquering the heavens!” I looked down and saw a line of tiny text appear in my palm: [Word-Fulfills-Law module loaded. Current credibility threshold: 99.7%.] I’m doomed. Looks like I’ll have to keep up this act forever.