chapter 187 mack future sight

The Ultimate Fake Bank Scam – Black Stone Special Offer

Mack leaned forward, his grin stretching ear to ear. "Now, listen closely, because this next move? This is where we go beyond scamming. This is where we elevate the art of deception."

Brainless Girl tapped her fingers on the table, intrigued. "I love where this is going, but… do tell."

Cute Mist folded her arms, skeptical. "You already planned a massive bank heist without lifting a weapon. What more is there?"

Mack smirked. "A special offer—for those who deposit 100 stacks of Black Stones."

Silence.

Brainless Girl and Cute Mist blinked.

Then blinked again.

Brainless Girl slowly tilted her head. "...Mack, I think you finally lost it. Why would we want that much Black Stone? We're scamming silver, not setting up a mining company."

Cute Mist nodded. "Seriously. What are we gonna do, open a construction business?"

Mack chuckled. "That's the beauty of it. We don't need the Black Stones—they need to believe we need them. And once they do, they'll be begging to give them to us."

Brainless Girl leaned forward. "Explain."

Mack grinned. "Simple. We introduce The Black Stone Premium Investment Plan."

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The Black Stone Premium Investment Plan (BS-PIP™)

How it works:

1. Deposit 100 stacks of Black Stones—it's an exclusive offer only available to the 'most trusted' investors.

2. Receive a guaranteed 30% interest bonus on their deposits every week. (Fake, obviously.)

3. Get access to a 'Secret Bank Auction'—where they can buy back their own items at 'exclusive prices' before anyone else.

4. Bank-Only High-Value Trades—because "Black Stones will soon skyrocket in price!" (Rumors we will 'leak' ourselves.)

5. Exclusive Prestige Status—A special Black Stone Investor Title that gives them zero real benefits, but makes them feel special.

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Brainless Girl's eyes widened in realization. "Oh… oh, that's evil! You're making them believe Black Stones will be worth more soon, so they'll rush to deposit as much as possible!"

Mack nodded smugly. "Exactly. The moment we convince them that Black Stones will be the next big currency, they'll be fighting to give them to us. And the best part?"

Cute Mist narrowed her eyes. "...What's the best part?"

Mack's grin widened. "Since we control the bank, we control the supply. Once we have most of the server's Black Stones, we suddenly 'announce' that the market has crashed."

Brainless Girl burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD. You're gonna make them think their investments are worthless!"

Mack nodded. "Exactly! And just when they're in despair—when they think they've lost everything—we offer to buy their Black Stones back at a dirt-cheap price."

Cute Mist let out a low whistle. "So we steal them at full price… then 'buy them back' at a fraction of the cost?"

Mack spread his arms. "And then? We sell them back at a markup when the market stabilizes. We win twice."

Brainless Girl clapped. "Mack, I take back 50% of my insults!"

Mack smirked. "That's a new record."

Cute Mist tapped her chin. "This... is going to cause a server-wide economic collapse."

Brainless Girl threw an arm around her. "Oh, Mist, that's the best part!"

Mack leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, listen up. This scam? It's not done yet. We can push it so much further."

Brainless Girl raised an eyebrow. "We already have a fake bank that robs people blind. What else is there?"

Cute Mist folded her arms. "Yeah, Mack. What's this innovative idea you're so smug about?"

Mack grinned. "Think about what we're actually taking from people. Silver? That's nice, but players can always farm more. Weapons and gear? Useful, but limited. But Black Stones…"

Brainless Girl and Cute Mist exchanged glances.

Mack's grin widened. "Black Stones are different. You can't just get them anywhere. They're not trash loot. They're essential. And I've been watching closely—after Level 3, weapon durability starts dropping fast. The stronger your gear, the worse it gets."

Brainless Girl sat up straight. "Wait. You're saying…?"

Mack nodded. "Exactly. It means every single player—no matter how rich or powerful—will eventually need Black Stones to repair their weapons."

Cute Mist's eyes narrowed. "And you're suggesting… we hoard them?"

Mack chuckled darkly. "Not just hoard them. Control them. If we take in massive Black Stone deposits under our 'fake bank,' we won't just be scamming idiots—we'll be holding the entire server hostage."

Silence.

Brainless Girl whispered, "...That's insane."

Mack leaned back, looking smug. "Think about it. We tell people: deposit 100 stacks of Black Stones, and you get VIP banking services. No storage fees, priority withdrawals, and a 'guaranteed return policy'—which is, of course, a lie."

Brainless Girl tapped her fingers. "Alright, that gets us a ton of Black Stones. But what do we do next?"

Mack's grin turned shark-like. "Simple. Once we have most of the Black Stones on the market, we raise the price. We start 'selling' them to desperate players. They have to buy, or their weapons break in the middle of a dungeon."

Cute Mist exhaled. "So we're not just running a fake bank. We're creating an artificial shortage. We convince players to trust us, steal their repairs, then make them pay us to get them back."

Brainless Girl shook her head in disbelief. "No. No. This is actual supervillain behavior."

Mack shrugged. "I just see the system for what it is."

Cute Mist rubbed her temple. "Okay. Walk me through how this all works in practice."

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Mack leaned forward, grinning smugly. "This scam? It's going to shake the entire—whoa!"

His foot caught on the edge of the rug. Before he could react, gravity conspired against him. He tumbled forward—straight into Brainless Girl.

SMACK.

Silence.

Brainless Girl blinked. Mack blinked. Their lips… had met.

Cute Mist stared, horrified. "…"

Brainless Girl's eye twitched violently.

Mack, still dazed, muttered, "Huh… this taste is kinda good."

Silence.

Cute Mist took a slow step back. "Oh, he's dead."

Brainless Girl's face turned red—not from embarrassment, but from pure, unfiltered rage.

BAM!

Her foot rocketed into his stomach, sending him flying across the room.

CRASH!

He smacked into a table, flipped over it, and landed face-first onto the floor.

Brainless Girl cracked her knuckles. "You wanna taste some more?"

Mack groaned, still lying on the ground. "I mean… depends. What flavor are we talki—OW!"

Brainless Girl stomped over and yeeted him into the nearest chair.

The chair collapsed. Mack flopped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Brainless Girl dusted off her hands. "Hmph. Accidental or not, that was payback for all the brain cells I've lost talking to you."

Cute Mist whistled. "Damn. That was personal."

Mack lay there, wheezing. "…I think I taste blood. But honestly? Still kinda good."

Brainless Girl's eye twitched again. "Oh, you like pain now?"

BAM!

Mack flew into the wall.

Cute Mist smirked. "Mack, you just scammed half the server, but you still can't dodge a girl's foot. Priorities, man."

Brainless Girl grinned. "Oh, he learned today."

Mack groaned, rubbing his ribs. "I hate learning… but I love this taste."

Brainless Girl raised her fist.

Mack immediately scrambled up. "Nope! Nope! I'm joking! JOKING!"

Cute Mist laughed. "Nah, Mack. You earned this one."

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Mack groaned, lying in a wreckage of broken furniture and shattered dignity. His vision blurred as he stared up at the ceiling. Somewhere in the distance, he could still hear Brainless Girl cracking her knuckles.

"Alright, Mack," he muttered to himself, "time to get up before she buries you six feet under."

With a deep breath, he tried to push himself up—only for his arms to wobble like wet noodles. His entire body screamed in protest. His stomach felt like it had been rearranged. His back was sure it had a permanent imprint of the table he'd crashed into. His ribs? Well, he wasn't sure they existed anymore.

"Alright… new plan…"

He rolled onto his side, groaning as he forced one knee up. His hand gripped the remains of a chair leg for support. Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up like a broken marionette. His legs wobbled, nearly giving out again, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand tall.

He was alive. Bruised, battered, possibly concussed—but alive.

Mack dusted himself off, wincing. "Alright… damage report…" He touched his ribs. Pain. He moved his arm. More pain. He took a deep breath—huge mistake.

Brainless Girl raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You still breathing?"

Mack forced a smirk, despite the fact that even smirking hurt. "You… hit like a goddess of war."

Brainless Girl cracked her neck. "Flattery won't save you."

Mack wobbled slightly but raised a finger. "Now, now, let's not be hasty—"

WHACK!

Brainless Girl's boot shot out, sweeping his legs.

THUD!

Mack hit the floor. Again.

"…I just got up," he wheezed.

Cute Mist sighed. "Mack, buddy, just stay down."

Brainless Girl huffed. "That's what I thought."

Mack groaned. "Damn it… even getting up is a scam."

After that mack gets up starts explaining the scam

Mack leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "Alright, first, we need to make sure this scam doesn't just work—it needs to be flawless. The illusion has to be so perfect that people trust it completely."

Brainless Girl tapped her fingers against the table. "Right. A scam that looks too much like a scam won't get us anywhere. We need people to believe this 'bank' is legit."

Cute Mist nodded. "And not just legit—better than carrying their valuables around."

Note :this ends the part of scam next continues after frost eye returns from dungeon i know many are waiting for how dungeon works even I am excited to write it will realese Tommorow i think dungeon will be 10 to 13 chapters according to scenes i will do thank you

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