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The Fraudulent Immortal’s Trillion-Dollar Ledger

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"I died as the world’s greatest con artist, but I woke up as its biggest debtor." LUCIUS was a master of the lie. He spent his life tricking the 1% out of their fortunes until a high-speed chase ended it all. But death wasn't the end—it was a promotion. He transmigrates into the year 3050, waking up in the floating city of Aethelgard, where "Fate" and "Luck" are the only currencies that matter. The problem? He has inherited the body of a fallen Young Master with a One-Trillion Fate Debt. In a world where "Soul-Angels" harvest the unlucky to power the city’s lights, Lucius is at the very bottom of the food chain. He has zero cultivation, zero credits, and a debt so large it should be impossible to survive. But Lucius isn't interested in paying it back. Equipped with the [Great Pretender System], he can project the aura of a High-Tier Immortal and use "Architect’s Hypnosis" to rewrite reality. Armed only with his silver tongue and a flickering illusion of wealth, Lucius begins a high-stakes, slow-burn climb from the stinking Scrap-Heaps to the Imperial Palaces. He must convince the world he is the wealthiest, luckiest man alive, all while being one system-scan away from total soul-erasure. He isn't here to beg for mercy; he’s here to buy the Heaven’s Bank. Watch as a penniless fraud teaches the gods how to gamble.
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