“Have you heard? There's a divine illusionist in the outer city who can alter reality! He even has high-dimensional demons dancing in the palm of his hand!”
“No way! If he's that powerful, what kind of big shot is he in real life?”
“Couldn't find out! All we know is his codename is ‘Thousand Faces,’ and he's incredibly devious!”
In the Nightwatch Bureau's outer precinct supply warehouse,
Lin Mo expertly skinned a freshly processed mutant rat while wincing as he counted the few hundred star coins in his wages.
System: [Host, last night you used illusions to swindle three hundred million from a young heir and stole a top-grade Shadow Demon Bone. Could you stop acting so penny-pinching over a few hundred coins?]
Lin Mo rolled his eyes. [What do you know? That three hundred million is dirty money. It takes time to launder. These few hundred coins are my honest, hard-earned wages!]
This is the story of a con man who rises from the bottom, using countless dazzling lies to eventually trick the entire world into the palm of his hand.
