A counterfeit medicine scandal bankrupted my family, so I can only make a living delivering food.
Today, a delivery took me to an abandoned office building, where dozens of elderly people were lined up to hand over their retirement savings.
I tried to stop them, but the fraudster giving the pitch laughed and asked, “You’re just a delivery guy. What do you know about finance? Stop making things up!”
I was about to call the police when a security guard crushed my phone underfoot and accused me of trying to scam them.
When an advertising sign came crashing down, I pushed an elderly man who had fallen out of the way and was knocked unconscious myself.
When I opened my eyes again, I had memories from my previous life as a golden-core artifact refiner.
They thought crushing my phone meant there was no evidence, but I used artifact-refining techniques on a broken earphone cable and recorded everything they said.
They thought hiding the ledger in the ceiling meant no one would find it, but I used artifact-refining techniques to give a keychain the ability to track things and dug out the USB drive.
I thought this was just a scam to steal money, until a shareholder’s name connected to the counterfeit medicine scandal appeared on the USB drive.
