The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 587 - 301

He paused for a moment, then offered a price hard for ordinary people to refuse, "I’ll give you five million Feather Coins, and all you need to do is fetch me a clean set of clothes from that wardrobe for me to change into."

The president believed that it would be difficult for most to resist such a financial temptation, even if the man before him didn’t seem to be among the impoverished.

After all, it was just a simple task within arm’s reach, taking a few steps, opening the wardrobe, grabbing a piece of clothing for him. This was no difficult task, yet it came with such a substantial monetary reward.

And the president’s objectives were quite straightforward. First, subversion is always done step by step, once this man actually received the five million, his guard would surely be lowered, allowing for a gradual subversion; second, he might find an opportunity to send out his current location while making the transfer.

"Clothes? What would you like to wear?" In response, Fang Yue simply asked directly.

At this moment, Tablet Spirit Ding offered his suggestion.

Ding: The president is a maid, my lady!

Unfortunately, Fang Yue did not grasp Ding’s meaning.

"Just anything will do." The president also failed to understand Fang Yue’s question. Didn’t he realize that one should first open the wardrobe?

"Oh." Fang Yue then took out his drawing board. Since the president had no particular requests, he just needed to draw his current clothing in detail.

This action would directly have the effect of cleaning the clothes.

So, Fang Yue quickly sketched out the president’s current appearance and then tapped the "√" on the drawing board.

"Huh?" The president was startled, feeling some change happening to his body, so he looked down at himself.

His suit was now clean and neat, but as for when it had happened, he had no clue at all.

What kind of ability was this?

The president frowned again, realizing that these people all seemed a bit off.

An unreasonably off kind of off.

"That is fine, cleaning the clothes works for me. I can give you five million," the president said to Fang Yue with a forced smile, "Can you provide me with a virtual account? If you’re worried I might track you down, an anonymous account will do, too."

"No need." Fang Yue was not interested.

He did like money, but he was not foolish. He saw right through what the president was thinking; all he needed to do at this time was to keep the president cut off from outside messages.

Hearing this, a sense of sinking dread filled the president’s heart. In this moment, in this place, he truly felt a suffocating despair.

His power, wealth, and status were of no use here.

No, he must stay calm.

He forced himself to regain his composure and continued to think about his next plan of action.

As the fox had said, these people had not allowed him to see their true faces, which was good.

It proved that there was still a chance for him to leave this place. If they had been ready to kill him from the beginning, there would be no need for them to continue wearing masks.

Gary, the fox, and Jiang Shu were setting up the scene on the top floor of the building.

"A live stream?" The fox understood Jiang Shu’s intention.

"Yes, don’t you think executing someone like this... as part of a ’Deception’ show, would be very interesting?" Jiang Shu smiled, then immediately corrected himself after realizing his slip of the tongue, "Oh no, I mean ’Magic,’ of course."

"There’s no difference anyway," the fox responded with a shrug, seeing no distinction between magic and deception.

"No, no, no, I think there’s a difference," Jiang Shu shrugged, casually raising an example. "Remember those Deception techniques like ’Bullet chambering’ and ’Dismemberment by Five Horses’? Based on my judgment, you must have utilized Fang Yue’s ability, right?"

At that time, he had analyzed that to accomplish bullet chambering purely through magic...

Would be nearly impossible.

Either Wolf had used a new technique he hadn’t heard of, or it was because of Fang Yue’s ability.

Upon consideration, the latter was definitely easier.

"Yeah, that’s right," Wolf admitted openly. "So, is that the difference between Deception and magic?"

"Perhaps, but anyway, I believe that magic must be something fake, something achieved through other means," Jiang Shu shrugged.

This was his conviction; he certainly wouldn’t use Derivative Entries or the Key Master’s abilities in his own magic shows.

If he were to do so, then he would not claim it to be magic.

As a top-tier Magician, Jiang Shu possessed excellent professional ethics, even though the people of Lonely City didn’t quite understand what magic truly was.

"Fine," Wolf said noncommittally. He wasn’t Jiang Shu and didn’t have such staunch views on magic or Deception. To him, achieving his goal was all that mattered, whether through his bug-like hypnosis or the Key Master’s abilities.

"The show starts promptly at six thirty, and I’ve already created an anonymous account and a live stream room on PiliPili," Jiang Shu finally installed a large wheel, which looked similar to those used in supermarket sweepstakes, except this one had no prizes, just straps for binding and securing.

"What are you doing?" Wolf asked curiously, his eyes on Jiang Shu. Everything on this small stage was arranged by Jiang Shu, while he and Gary were in charge of decorating the room.

After a simple cleanup and dressing up, the abandoned room was transformed anew.

They covered the entire window with cardboard, then painted over it to hide the window completely.

If the view outside the window were exposed during the show, they might well be sought out by the police or the Terrorism Control Bureau.

At the least, they needed to create half an hour’s lead time—about twenty minutes for the performance and ten minutes to evacuate.

"A pretty interesting program," Jiang Shu said with a mysterious smile, not giving Wolf an answer.

Indeed, it was a classic magic act, known for its thrills and excitement, but of course, he couldn’t label it a classic; after all, what classic magic could there be in a place like Lonely City?

So, he could only describe it as interesting.

"Let the painter know to bring the president up here, and oh, the Security Captain as well," Jiang Shu turned and told Wolf.

The painter had a tablet, which made it easy to take two people to the rooftop; all he needed to do was draw a simple elevator where the building’s actual elevator was.

Although the elevator would dissipate in a few minutes, this posed no problem.

Meanwhile, he surveyed the interior of the entire room.

The room was decorated to resemble a simple amusement park, and though they aimed to create a cheerful atmosphere, this extremely rudimentary and shabby park was indeed quite eerie.

It was reminiscent of the amusement park the Joker set up in DC’s "Deadly Joke," filled with an oppressive mood.

But perhaps this would add to the atmosphere.

Jiang Shu thought to himself, glancing at the time—it was six o’clock.

Just half an hour left until the grand performance began.

And at this time, Wolf’s evening banquet should also be starting, right?