The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"The scammer took advantage of my eagerness to befriend the number one player in the entire server, exploited Mo Fang's aloof persona, and took advantage of my arrogance as a businessman."

"This is a completely flawed scam."

"Even so, I was still fooled!"

Jin Buhuan slammed his right fist heavily on the table!

This is a perfect trap tailor-made for him, more precious than gold!

"Damn liar, you son of a bitch!"

Jin Buhuan always thought he would never be fooled or deceived in his life, and even thought that those who were deceived were just stupid.

How could anyone in this world be so stupid as to transfer money to a scammer?

Even now, Jin Buhuan's ears have inexplicably turned red.

He had never been scammed before, not because he was particularly smart, but simply because... he hadn't encountered a scam specifically designed for him.

"Damn, I never thought I'd get scammed one day."

Jin Buhuan slumped into the chair, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the glaring red exclamation mark on the screen and the ID with dots, and suddenly let out a low laugh that was hard to decipher.

The laughter grew louder and more manic, filled with endless sorrow and self-mockery.

He laughed for a long time before slowly stopping.

He extended a slightly trembling finger and, through the air, tentatively tapped the ID on the screen that had caused him so much damage.

"good......"

A single word was squeezed out of his dry throat.

"......very good!"

Jin Buhuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The heat and madness that surged to the top of his head gradually subsided, condensing into a cold killing intent.

He didn't look at the trashy servant-level pet egg again, nor did he look at the glaring ID.

These things only remind him how stupid he is.

He calmly opened his friends list, found a contact whose nickname was "Mad Dog," and sent a message.

Please add someone for me, ID: 墨方. Note, not 墨方, but 墨方.

The other party replied almost instantly.

【Brother Jin, no such person found.】

Upon seeing this reply, the last trace of rage on Jin Buhuan's face vanished, replaced by an almost eerie calm.

He even twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an expression that could hardly be called a smile.

The first step for scammers to abscond is to change their name.

"It's standard procedure, nothing strange about it."

"But geese leave their traces as they fly by, and the wind leaves its sound as it passes..."

Jin Buhuan murmured softly, his voice low but carrying a chilling aura.

Even if you change your name, delete your friends, and erase everything... there will always be someone who recognizes you.

"I don't believe you haven't met anyone with this name. As long as there's even one person who knows you, even just one."

Jin Buhuan's murmur abruptly stopped, replaced by an barely suppressed chuckle, a laugh filled with chilling pleasure.

"I can catch you just the same way!"

......

Meanwhile, on the edge of a certain safe zone, in a basement of less than ten square meters.

A thin figure suddenly sprang up from the chair, raised his arms high, and let out an uncontrollable cheer!

"Hahahaha!"

On the screen, the successful transaction notification and the long string of "8800000" source crystal balance were radiating a dazzling golden light.

"It's a success! It's a success!"

"I finally succeeded!"

The young man's dry, yellow hair was a mess like a bird's nest, his face was sallow from long hours of staying up late and he was trembling with excitement.

"That's real skill! If you don't make a sale, all is well; but once you do, you never have to work hard again!"

He muttered incoherently to himself, pacing excitedly back and forth in the cramped space. He accidentally kicked a bucket of instant noodles on the floor, making a loud bang, but he didn't care.

880 million Yuan Crystals!

This enormous sum is an astronomical figure for countless people!

He shakily pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth.

He pulled out a match, but it wouldn't light. He pulled out another, but his hand was shaking so badly that he had to try several times before he finally managed to bring the match to his face.

Then he took a big gulp.

"Cough cough cough..."

The thick smoke choked him, causing him to cough violently and tears to stream down his face, but he laughed even more heartily.

"This cigarette is fucking awesome!"

After finally recovering, he immediately and skillfully opened the system menu and found the function that could change his appearance for 100 source crystals.

I felt no pity whatsoever.

Without hesitation, he deleted the ID that had brought him immense wealth—【墨方.】.

Although he was very reluctant to part with the name, now it was absolutely impossible to keep it.

Once they find you, you won't even know how you died.

He thought for a moment, then typed in what he considered a very classy word in the new naming box.

The sorrow always seems to be concealed only more clearly.

[Name changed successfully, costing 100 Source Crystals.]

"This name suits my personality better."

"hey-hey!"

Looking at the new ID, he let out a chuckle that was slightly lewd.

"That way, no one will be able to find me anymore!"

He immediately got up and stepped out of the basement door.

The desolation, always trying to conceal its true nature, hastily arrived at the most bustling central security zone and plunged headlong into the most luxurious commercial street.

He was like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city; everything was new and exciting to him, and he bought everything with great extravagance.

"Give me a hundred bottles of this basic recovery potion!"

"Brother, are you sure you want a hundred bottles?"

"That's right, wrap it up for me now."

The recovery potion was made by the player and its effect was far inferior to the life potion. Buying a hundred bottles at once would definitely be a big order for the player selling them.

His melancholy was always a facade, and he didn't care whether the items were actually useful or not; all he wanted now was to indulge in retaliatory spending.

Enjoying the shocked and envious glances from the players around them.

"Awesome! This is the kind of awesome wasteful enjoyment!"

After splurgeing at various shops, he swaggered into the most expensive restaurant in the safe zone, plopped down, and waved to the waiter.

"Waiter! Bring me two bowls of your most expensive noodles!"

The waiter politely reminded him, "Sir, our 'Braised Beef Tendon Noodles' are quite a large portion; you might not be able to finish two bowls by yourself."

The desolation, always trying to conceal its true nature, led him to prop his legs up on the table, pick his ear, and shout in a nouveau riche tone, "What's it to you?"

"I'll eat one bowl and throw the rest away! Is that not allowed?"

The waiter's smile froze for a moment, but he still bowed and left.

He's been doing this job for a while now and has met all sorts of people.

Some people may appear respectable on the surface, but in reality, they are mentally disabled with underdeveloped brains and completely underdeveloped cerebellum.

Most likely it was good luck; they acquired a large sum of Source Crystals and are now indulging in revenge spending.

He'd seen far too many people like that.

However, they chose the noodle shop where they were located instead of going to the big restaurant across the street.

It can only be said that for some people, poverty is ingrained in their very bones.