Returner Fantasy-Chapter 149: Archive - Part 9 (Violence)
[PoruShark Writer’s Note: Just a simple change in the story so far.
Jeff, Kris, and Marc’s loot from Trud will be reduced from 20 to 4 million dollars. A million for each of them, which they invested in Nubia, and another million distributed to Trud’s victims’ families and the Iron Rod Legion brotherhood.
I think I got a bit overboard with 20 million dollars.
That’s all—thank you for understanding, and enjoy reading.]
--- 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
File No. 4169 – Capital City University Private Pending Donation
Just from the name of the file alone—which was the disguise of the FGH Archive—Jeff already confirmed his assumption that it didn’t only hold the list of all its members throughout the foundation of the organization until its newest recruits, along with the list of what they called girlfriends who were actually their victims, but also their funding.
Each name on the list of members, all men of course, had a certain amount of money tied to it—and the same applied to the names of the women listed as girlfriends.
Jeff could only guess that the money assigned to the members was leverage, ensuring they wouldn’t easily betray or expose the organization if they didn’t want to lose it.
As for the money listed under the victims’ names, it was probably a bailout amount, blackmailed earnings, or something far worse.
All the money in total amounted to more than three million dollars—slightly less than what Jeff had looted from Trud, but more than he expected from just a single college organization.
And on that note, the FGH organization was more careful than Trud for not leaving any videos that might prove their crimes.
"That list alone won’t be enough for them to get arrested," Nubia said with a troubled, worried expression as she looked at Jeff.
"Cough... idiots... Haha..." Dexter murmured, laughing at the thought that Jeff’s plans were now ruined, believing he would soon have his revenge with the help of his family, the FGH organization, and even the authorities for the crime of torturing him.
There was nothing Jeff could do with the information he got from the FGH Archive. It wouldn’t trigger a purge like what happened to Trud and his henchmen when Jeff exposed the list of their victims along with videos of their crimes. He also wouldn’t be able to steal the money without a trace, even with the bank accounts and passwords included in the FGH Archive.
Or so Dexter thought.
"I don’t need anything from you anymore, shit bastard. That’s what you should be concerned about," Jeff said as he shoved the dildo back into Dexter’s mouth before switching places with Kris to handle the laptop.
"You prepared the dummy accounts, right, Nubia-senpai?" Jeff asked, earning himself a disapproving look from Nubia.
"It’s not like we’ll be taking their entire wealth," Kris said, trying to ease Nubia’s guilt.
"And we’ll return the money to the victims as well," Marc added.
What they were doing—which was outright stealing—wasn’t the only thing Nubia felt guilty about. Most of the money they would take from the FGH organization would be invested in her to help her father compete for the position of next CEO of the PoruMerc Fashion Company.
Regardless, Nubia gathered and steeled her resolve to bear the same crime and sin as Jeff, Kris, and Marc. After all, it was her responsibility as their queen to look after her gofers.
"You’re sure the bank won’t be able to trace us, Jeff?" Nubia asked, seeking one last assurance despite already handing him the list of a dozen dummy accounts.
"I wouldn’t do this if I weren’t sure you and your company would be safe, Nubia-senpai."
Jeff’s words were all Nubia needed to let go of her concerns—both guilt and worry.
"Then take everything, without leaving a single dollar in their account."
At Nubia’s command, Jeff proceeded with the third part of his plan:
To take the FGH organization’s money.
Jeff accessed the bank’s online site, logged in using the FGH organization’s account, and simply transferred all their money into Nubia’s dummy accounts.
Simple as it was, the bank wouldn’t get suspicious or stop the transfer of such a large amount of money. They also wouldn’t be able to trace back which account the three million dollars came from;
All thanks to the system virus that infiltrated the bank system the instant Jeff logged in online with his laptop—the one he programmed using his knowledge of software engineering from twelve years in the future.
The system virus performed one simple task: not to steal from the bank, but to cause a glitch in the system, erasing all transaction sources within an hour, completely unnoticed by the firewall, before erasing itself without a trace.
Of course, such a glitch could be easily checked manually, and the bank could cancel all transactions done within that hour. But doing so would cause trouble for all their clients—not just in the country, but around the world.
"So if no one’s going to complain, they might as well keep quiet about the glitch to protect their credibility, right?" Jeff said, finishing his explanation.
Kris, Marc, and Nubia could only stare at Jeff in silence, dumbfounded and confused, a mix of emotions and questions swirling within each of them.
Was such a system virus truly possible?
Where did Jeff acquire the knowledge to program something so terrifying yet incredible?
How much would that software be worth on the market?
But most of all—was Jeff really going to rob a bank someday?
Breaking the silence, the instant the transfer was completed, Jeff spoke of an improvised plan he had for the list of FGH members.
"I’m sure you’ve all heard about the Bunny Lady, right?"
[Note: The Bunny Lady was mentioned at the Extra Chapters at the end of volume 1]
—"Huh?"—
Kris, Marc, and Nubia muttered in surprise.
The Bunny Lady—one of the most famous urban legends not only in Capital City, but across the entire country, even the world. She was an infamous woman, or rather, a phantom pervert who targeted hideous men and tormented them in her shows, said to be watched online by powerful women worldwide.
In Jeff’s original timeline, twelve years in the future before his regression, the Bunny Lady’s true identity had already been revealed—not because she was caught, but because she chose to retire without finding a worthy successor. Even then, no one dared file charges against her.
"The Bunny Lady is just a myth, idiot," Marc said, following it up with a slap aimed at Jeff’s head—which Jeff easily dodged.
"There’s no way she’s real," Kris added, swinging his own smack that Jeff had to block.
"Are you saying you know who the Bunny Lady was, Jeff?" Nubia murmured in surprise, causing Kris and Marc to stare at her in shock, realizing her question meant she believed the Bunny Lady was real.
"I mean, I got invited once to join her viewers," Nubia added, answering their looks of disbelief.
—"Please let us watch her show, Nubia-senpai!"—
Kris and Marc shouted in unison, bowing deeply and begging with all their lustful desire.
But as Jeff expected, given how weak Nubia was when it came to intimacy and romance:
"There’s no way I’d join her viewers, idiots!" Nubia shouted, crushing their hopes.
"So how did you find out who she was, Jeff?" Nubia continued, taking Jeff’s silence and awkward smile as confirmation.
"I might be an idiot of a boyfriend, but I’ll do everything to protect my girlfriends," Jeff said, deliberately shifting the conversation away from a topic he wasn’t prepared to explain.
"Stupid Jeff," Nubia murmured, unable to hide how flustered she was.
"Let’s wrap this up so you two can get to it."
"It’s the weekend, so you can do it without restraint."
"Stupid perverts!"
While Nubia lashed out at Kris and Marc, Jeff sent an anonymous message with the FGH Archive attached to the Bunny Lady’s email using a dummy email of his own.
If it really was the Bunny Lady, she would surely take an interest in helping the girls who fell victim to Dexter and the FGH organization.
At least, that was what Jeff hoped—without even considering the possibility that the Bunny Lady might take an interest in him as well.
With Quest 26 completed and the third part of his plan finished, all that remained was the final part—the one where he would stain his hands with more blood.
Jeff stood from his seat, looked down at Dexter, and drew the revolver hidden beneath his jacket. But before he could aim it, Nubia embraced him from behind, gripping his hands to stop him.
"I’m not going to shoot him yet, Nubia-senpai," Jeff said, reminding her that he only intended to scare Dexter so he wouldn’t resist when they brought him to the pit to be buried alive or dead—it wouldn’t make much difference.
"You don’t have to kill him and risk getting arrested for murder!" Nubia shouted in fear, making it clear she was worried about the consequences.
"If you’re smart enough to rob a bank, then think of a way to solve this without killing that bastard!"
Turning around and seeing Nubia in tears, Jeff reconsidered the final part of his plan—for one simple reason:
So Nubia wouldn’t have to carry the sin and burden of killing someone on her conscience.
"I didn’t rob a bank, though, Nubia-senpai."
"Stupid Jeff."
