READ WEBNOVEL 80 Perfect Crime 101
The Faker ability was a great tool. I could turn it on or off at will but the catch was that I could only use it once a week. So, I had to wait a whole week before I could copy another personality again . Despite this limitation, it was still very useful. In the future, I'll try to improve this skill and hopefully reduce the waiting time. As I lounged in the living room, I cracked open some energy drinks after successfully messing with Dang Bak's mind. It had been a tough task, and I felt like I deserved a pat on the back for a job well done. He was now left in a state of utter confusion and disorientation after I messed with his brain. Although I couldn't completely control guys like him, I could tweak their thoughts and influence their thinking quite a bit. Right now, it was as if his mind was overloaded, struggling to make sense of the mixed-up signals I'd sent him. Picture a computer freezing up or a car engine sputtering โ that's how his brain felt, leaving him in a dazed and baffled state, unable to grasp what had just occurred. So, what did I do? I planted a foundational idea in his scrambled mind. I needed him to still function as a somewhat normal human being, so I had to be cautious with my suggestions. Otherwise, he'd be too broken to be of any use.
The narrative I crafted for him was as follows:
He discovered that his cousin was feeding inside information to a rival gang. Confrontations escalated into a heated argument, eventually spiraling into a deadly fight. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally stabbed and killed his cousin . The issue of the body? Well, according to his altered memories, he sought out an old friend who helped him dispose of it. They weighted it down and threw it into the sea, ensuring it would never be discovered.
Of course ,with the fabricated narrative firmly planted in his mind, he needed to wait a day or two before returning to the gang. This dramatic story seemed believable enough, especially given Dang Bak's status within the organization. They likely wouldn't question him too much.
Now, my focus shifted to providing him with specific keywords that I could use in the future to control him. My ultimate goal was to completely destroy the gang. While I still didn't have a clear overarching objective, I figured I might as well work on weakening and ultimately destroying them. Torturing people provided me with some experience points, although not as much as dominating women did. However, if I could gather enough EXP from them, it would be sufficient for me to level up.
But for now, I had to wrap up this situation and get back to school as soon as possible.
"Let's check that little chemistry experiment," I muttered to myself as I stood up. As I approached the basement, I made sure to don a protective suit. It was essential to take precautions when dealing with whatever awaited me down there. The basement door had been firmly shut, with cloths covering the gaps to prevent any air from inside escaping into the house. So, I began to remove the cloths slowly while testing if the air seemed unusual. However, I sensed nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe the makeshift air ventilation I had set up was working perfectly. CREAK
The door opened, and what greeted me was the dark basement. I turned on the light and finally saw the drum. "This is really creepy," I forced a chuckle, eyeing the ominous blue drum. It had that eerie aura, as if at any moment, a scary figure would emerge from it just like in those horror movies where an ugly, creepy ghost lady pops out of your TV. "Faker," I whispered as I activated the skill again. I wasn't sure if it would work, but my plan was to minimize my disgust by immersing myself in the role of a true serial killer. With faker activated, I slowly walked toward the drum, my heart calmer because of the skill effect. As I opened the lid, I was met with a blackish, slimy substance inside.
It seemed like my plan had worked perfectly, and everything had dissolved as intended. After a few seconds of examining the contents, I closed the lid and returned to the living room where Dang Bak was sitting. "Get your car inside the garage," I commanded.
Fortunately, his car was quite large, so it could easily accommodate the drum in the back. "Yes, boss" He nodded and headed outside. After parking the car in the garage, I instructed him to put on protective gear, and together we carried the drum to the garage, where we loaded it into the vehicle. It was a good thing he was quite strong, and with my increased strength, carrying this much weight was no problem at all.
With the drum securely in place, the next part of my plan was to dispose of it once and for all. Goodbye, problem! I turned to face Dang Bak and instructed him to remove the protective gear. "I want you to drive first to your house, but don't enter. Just park in the street for a couple of minutes, then drive to the nearest river. Check your surroundings first for other people. If you don't see anyone, then open this drum and dump all of it's content in the river together with it. Remember, if you get caught, you will forget everything about me, and you will just admit that you did all of this. If you succeed , then you will go back to your home and rest, and the next day, you will follow plan A. ," I instructed him.
My plan was simple. He would first go to his house so that, just in case he got caught, the police couldn't track back to my home. In the worst-case scenario for him, he would end up in prison after admitting to committing the crime. On the other hand, I would be free, with no one able to charge me with anything.
And if he doesn't get caught, that's even better. Now, I have a mole inside the gang, and I can gradually add more moles to my collection by luring them into my house and using the same tactics. Just thinking about it makes my heart race. Imagine me, a summoner, but instead of summoning overpowered monsters from the shadows, I summon thugs, drug addicts, gamblers , alcoholic , wife beaters, and rapists. "I alone can summon degenerates!" I chuckled to myself .
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