Chapter 251 Black Market Dealer and Con Artist
People busting their butts at regular jobs barely made ends meet, scraping by on a few hundred bucks a month. Meanwhile, Jaxon, without lifting a finger, lived like royalty. It was a messed-up reminder of how unfair the world could be.
And right now, Jaxon was actively perpetuating that unfairness. He was a total scoundrel, a master manipulator who thrived on taking advantage of others. Scamming was his bread and butter, a skill he had down to a science.
Loans were just the beginning. Jaxon had turned in-game scamming into an art, ripping off unsuspecting players for their hard-earned cash. The money he made from a single con might have seemed like pocket change to him, but it was a small fortune to the internet café attendants, often tripling their meager salaries. No wonder they worshipped him, seeing him as some kind of god who had cracked the code to easy money.
His latest scheme was already in full swing. Jaxon, lazy as he was, knew the importance of appearances. He had carefully crafted a persona to reel in his victims. He would "lend" his gaming account, already loaded with powerful items thanks to the tireless efforts (and wallets) of the smitten attendants, to a gaming studio. A small investment to make his profile even more irresistible.
With a god-tier account as bait, gaining the trust of other players was a piece of cake. But Jaxon's deceit went even deeper. He was a key player in a shady network of black market traders, buying and selling virtual items at crazy markups. This steady stream of dirty money brought him at least $5,000 a month, even before counting his scamming profits. With a bit more effort, he could easily be pulling in ten times that amount. But Jaxon, driven by greed and laziness, was happy with his comfortable, if dishonest, lifestyle.
His cons were expertly designed to prey on both desire and innocence. He had a twisted philosophy: "Killing and arson are crimes, but stupidity? Stupidity is a sin." To Jaxon, his victims weren't victims at all, but fools who deserved to be punished for their gullibility.
His methods were ruthlessly effective, leaving no trace of his involvement. The scammed players, their anger and frustration echoing in empty chatrooms, had no one to blame but themselves. Their only option? To lick their wounds and curse the anonymous thief who had cleaned them out.
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