After being lured into an overseas cyber scam compound, I became their top-performing scammer. I worked like a machine—no food, no sleep, opening my eyes every day solely to scam. The other victims trapped with me all said I had lost my mind. "Don't you realize we're in a living hell? Run with us!" But not only did I refuse to run, I turned around and reported everyone who tried to escape. Everyone thought I was just a brainwashed, broken lunatic. But only I knew that this was just one piece of my master plan. 01 "Anyone who dares to betray this organization ends up like this!" Marcus, the compound's ruthless boss, shot a dark look at his enforcer. The massive guard immediately raised a whip soaked in saltwater and brought it down viciously on the woman lying in the center of the dirt courtyard. No, you couldn't even call her human anymore. She was just a corpse whose chest was still faintly rising and falling. There wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on her body. Her back was covered in blackened, bloody brand marks, and her face was slashed so brutally it was terrifying to look at. The whip cracked sharply through the air. When it struck her, she didn't react, her body only convulsing purely out of involuntary reflex. The onlookers surrounding the courtyard showed expressions of sheer terror. Some who knew the story whispered with their heads bowed. "I heard she was an undercover informant. She infiltrated the compound on purpose and got caught trying to run with a flash drive of data." "Marcus is ruthless. Every time a new batch of victims arrives, he drags her out to torture her publicly. He's just keeping her alive, refusing to let her die." "Dying isn't that easy here. Making her wish she was dead is the perfect way to make an example out of her." Hearing this, the others were so terrified they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. The woman was roughly dragged away. I silently dug my nails into my palms, but my face remained completely expressionless, as if I had seen this a thousand times. Marcus nodded in satisfaction and waved me over. I walked toward him obediently. "This is last year's top performer, Riley." After a brief introduction, he looked at the terrified, anxious faces of the new arrivals, smiling sinisterly. "Since you're here, don't even think about running. Here, performance is everything. Do well, and you'll enjoy endless privileges. But if you fail to meet your quota..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the threat in his voice was clear. The compound was massive, surrounded by high, electrified fences. Heavily armed guards patrolling with attack dogs were everywhere. A look of profound despair settled on the faces of the newly lured victims. "Riley, train them well." He was about to leave when I suddenly called out to him. "Marcus. I'd like to report a few people. They're planning to run." My words instantly sent a ripple of commotion through the quiet crowd. After all, the horrific image of that tortured woman was still fresh in their minds. "Who?" Marcus's face darkened, a completely undisguised, freezing chill rolling through his eyes. "Them." I pointed at the three people who had just been whispering. "Riley, don't you dare frame us!" One of them panicked for a second before flying into a rage, shouting at me. A massive guard beside him instantly rushed forward and slapped him brutally across the face twice, his expression lethal. "Watch who you're talking to." The man's mouth bled, his face swelling up immediately. He didn't dare speak again. I smirked, completely unfazed. As the top performer, I had earned this level of privilege. "Proof." Marcus stared at me intensely, a probing look on his face. I knew that having only been here for a year, despite my best efforts to act completely brainwashed, a seasoned cartel boss like him would still harbor some suspicion. But that didn't matter. After today, his doubts would be completely erased. I pulled out my phone—which had its signal blocked and could only be used for offline entertainment—and played a recording. "Riley, don't you know this is a scam operation? Wake up, run with us!" "You want to run? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" "Afraid of what? We're just pretending to be brainwashed. We've actually secretly planned an escape route! If you want to go, meet us in the small garden tonight at midnight..." The recording ended, and the three of them looked ashen. "Looks like we really have some people who aren't afraid of dying." Marcus seemed to find it highly amusing, a slow smile spreading across his face. 02 "Marcus, we lost our minds for a second! Please have mercy, give us one more chance! We'll never do it again!" The three of them sobbed pathetically, crawling to his feet and kowtowing desperately until their foreheads bled profusely. "Pardon you? If the rules are broken, how can I keep order? Drag them away!" Marcus kicked them away forcefully, a bloodthirsty glint in his eye. "Riley, you ungrateful bitch, betraying us like this! I'm dragging you down to hell with me!" Just as they lunged toward me... A deafening gunshot rang out in my ear. The man leading the charge was killed instantly. The sight of his brains splattering across the dirt was horrific. The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly plunged into dead silence. Marcus raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. Clearly, compared to killing a man, wasting a bullet bothered him much more. "Riley, you did well reporting them. I'll let you handle these last two rats." I smiled on the surface, but my eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Wolves that can't be tamed are better off fed to the dogs." Marcus was highly satisfied with my answer and personally ordered his men to bring in a ten-foot steel cage. Inside were massive, aggressive Mastiffs specially bred by the compound. Just one look was enough to inspire terror. Not to mention, these dogs had literally been raised on human flesh. "Bark! Bark! Bark!" I kicked the two pale-faced men directly into the cage. As expected, the hunting dogs inside immediately began tearing into their "delicious" prey. The scene quickly turned into a gruesome mess. The blood seeping into the ground was mixed with the agonizing screams of their final moments. Eventually, two eyeballs rolled over to my feet, and I crushed them directly under my boot... Everyone watching was trembling in fear. They clearly couldn't understand how I, a fellow victim, could be so unimaginably cruel. Even if those three wanted to escape, I could have just turned a blind eye. Especially since they were intending to save me, too. What they didn't know was that from the very moment I entered this compound... I had abandoned my conscience and my moral bottom line. I would never trust another person again! As the top performer, even if I didn't escape, I didn't have to be bought and sold like regular "pigs" (the compound's term for victims). Furthermore, to maintain control over the internal staff, Marcus frequently showed me blatant favoritism. That alone was enough to make me a massive target in everyone's eyes! It was true that those three wanted to take me with them. But if I hadn't secretly overheard them planning to rape me and kill me out of pure jealousy over my performance and commissions... Maybe I really would have let them live... "From today on, you will all take orders from Riley!" "Anyone who dares to cross her, crosses me!" The moment Marcus finished speaking. Under the shocked and terrified gazes of my peers, I finally secured the explicit endorsement of top management. Compared to the scam division, my physical appearance would have easily allowed me to make a fortune for them in the compound's "entertainment" sector. But Marcus deeply admired my talent for scamming, which was why he intentionally kept me here. Under my ruthless management, even the newly arrived "pigs" managed to close small deals worth ten grand. If things kept going like this, becoming a scam supervisor in the compound wasn't out of the question. After my promotion, I moved into a single dorm room, no longer having to sleep in the mixed-gender barracks. Here, it was heaven for some and hell for others. Even when separated by only a single wall from the agonizing screams of "pigs" being electrocuted or scalded with boiling water... I had long grown accustomed to falling asleep with complete peace of mind. 03 Over the next few days, I locked onto my next target: an elderly woman in a rural town back in the States. When Marcus heard about this, he was highly dismissive. "Riley, what is there to scam out of an old country woman? Your time is money!" His face showed a harsh, impatient scowl. If it were anyone else, they probably would have switched targets immediately, but I shook my head. "Marcus, this old woman is different." I had the tech department build a "Miracle Doctor" website and swapped my profile picture to one promising a cure for all ailments. Once that was done, I sent out a mass message offering a free health consultation. The moment the user [Spring Arrives Late] clicked the link, I initiated the chat. [Hello, how can I help you today?] [Can you really cure any disease?] Perfect, the fish took the bait. But just doing this was far from enough. I used AI deepfake technology to initiate a live video consultation. Not only did I not charge any fees, but participating in our raffle could even win them physical prizes shipped to their doors. At the same time, our backend system connected me with countless, non-repeating AI patients. There was an older woman with terminal cancer who claimed to be full of energy after just one treatment cycle. There was a child born disabled who claimed I restored their sight. The chat log of the livestream was flooded with feedback and gratitude from patients, and everyone started sending digital gifts. I stated that I was doing these consultations voluntarily, that I was already at retirement age, and that continuing to treat patients was solely for the greater good of humanity. In less than three days, [Spring Arrives Late] was logging over a dozen hours of watch time every single day. Finally, the moment I went live again, Mrs. Miller couldn't wait to request a call! "My friend, please tell me what's bothering you." Using a voice changer, my speech slowed down significantly, deliberately adopting the authoritative tone of an expert. It made her believe me implicitly. "Miracle Doctor! You have to save me!" Before Mrs. Miller could even explain her situation, I accurately listed off the chronic illnesses that had plagued her for years. "You are truly amazing! You can tell just by looking through the screen!" I sighed, dropping a heavy, meaningful hint. "People your age need to start treating themselves better. If you don't take care of your body, I'm afraid you won't even live to see your grandchildren." Mrs. Miller was terrified by this. Following my suggestions, she placed several massive orders for "health supplements" right there in the livestream. In reality, these were just cheap, useless herbal scraps. Forget curing illnesses; drinking too much would just give her diarrhea. "After a few cycles, although your vitality has improved, the purple tint to your lips is not a good sign. "Why don't you buy another liver-protecting longevity supplement? It's only fifty thousand dollars." I painted a grim picture, suggesting she could drop dead at any moment. In truth, the purple lips were just a symptom of severe sleep deprivation from staying up 24/7 to watch my livestreams. On the other side of the screen, Mrs. Miller was highly conflicted. Fifty thousand dollars for a rural woman... It was an astronomical figure. Besides, the family savings didn't belong to her alone. But that didn't matter. I helpfully introduced her to a "health supplement loan program." I tricked her into mortgaging her house online, instantly securing a loan of five hundred thousand dollars! She followed the process step-by-step, guided by my gentle coaxing. "Riley! The money cleared!" It was time to reel in the net... Mrs. Miller: "When will I receive these supplements?" I sneered and replied: "You can collect them in hell." 04 Marcus couldn't help but clap his hands. "I didn't expect you to squeeze half a million out of an old rural woman! Impressive! "I wonder if her family will even acknowledge her after this." I couldn't hold back a laugh. "She'll be lucky if they don't kill her themselves." I knew that better than anyone. Years ago, my parents, favoring boys over girls, tossed my sister and me aside like garbage after my little brother was born. That was when Mrs. Miller from our village reached out her sinful hands toward us. She gathered the most "worthless" girls in the village. On the surface, she claimed she was taking us to the city to find work, but behind the scenes, she used a mix of manipulation and threats to force us into selling our bodies. And she, acting as the middleman, took a cut from both ends. When she encountered girls who refused, she simply hired thugs to force them. Orphaned, rootless girls like us had no choice but to be manipulated. My sister, heartbroken over my weak health, willingly sacrificed herself to buy my survival, even after learning the horrific truth. She used the money she made from selling herself to buy me medicine and pay for my treatments. My sister was forced by Mrs. Miller to meet quotas, working day and night. At night, looking at my sister's bruised and battered skin, besides fear and endurance... My heart was filled with pure, unadulterated hatred! When I got a little older, my sister used my education as an excuse to send me to the city. Relying on a steady stream of girls lured from the village every year, Mrs. Miller's business boomed. Although she was just a rural woman, in the end, she even stooped to the vile business of human trafficking. [You scammer! I'm calling the cops! [Give me my money back... [I'm begging you, you're driving me to my death!!] Looking at the texts flooding the account, I smiled easily. [Then go die.] I couldn't guarantee if Mrs. Miller's son would actually drive her to suicide. But I had heard that she did have an unfilial son who, unable to find a wife, beat his elderly parents daily. Now that his "wife fund" had been completely wiped out, that old hag probably had nothing left to pay with but her life... Maybe because she had done so many evil things over the years, she always felt her days were numbered. And in her desperate panic for a cure, she finally sent herself straight to the grave. Seeing me handle the situation so cleanly, without a shred of shame or moral hesitation... Marcus sighed in admiration. "Riley, a talent like you would get rich no matter where you went. "I heard you were a top university graduate." I didn't avoid the topic, just smiled. "Marcus, the big cities are full of top graduates." From the moment I handed over my "initiation fee"... My background had been thoroughly investigated. "I've been poor, and I never want to live that miserable life again." The ambition in my eyes was undeniable. As the saying goes, wealth is found in danger! Since I had ended up here, it was naturally to chase fame and fortune. There was no logic in being a worthless, disposable "pig." Marcus stared at me intensely. After a long gaze, he patted my shoulder. "Keep up the good work. Your best days are still ahead of you!" After shift, the "pigs" who met their quotas returned to their eight-person dorms. The remaining few who didn't meet their targets had to undergo the daily, mandatory punishment. This was also the rule here! "Riley, I'm begging you, let me off this once! We've known each other! "You're a woman, but you're a vicious snake! "If you dare touch a hair on my head, I swear I'll..." Before he could finish his sentence, the enforcer standing nearby stepped up and brought a machete down with a sickening thwack! 05 The man's toes were chopped off, one by one. Every time the skin was severed but still clung to the bone, it was brutally ripped away. The reason they didn't chop off hands was, of course, because hands still had value. Once all ten fingers were chopped off and ruined, they would be sent for blood testing. The younger ones could be sold off piece by piece for around eight hundred thousand dollars. The older ones, at the very least, could be drained of their blood for a few thousand. At this moment, it would be a lie to say I wasn't terrified. But since I had already descended into hell, fearing death was the most ridiculous thing of all... "Alright, he's the only one taking the punishment for you all today. Tomorrow, you might not be so lucky." I waved my hand dismissively. As the scam champion, I had that much authority. The enforcer nearby looked at me with a fawning expression. He had stepped up for me earlier naturally hoping for a reward. I casually pulled fifty thousand out of the bonus Marcus had given me and tossed it over. Here, money was only considered yours if you lived to spend it. Otherwise, there were plenty of people who earned fortunes but never lived to enjoy them! The man whose toes had just been chopped off was released. The excruciating pain caused his face to spasm uncontrollably. "Riley, you'll die a horrible death!" "Oh? Is that so? You want me dead?!" I deliberately raised my voice, having already noticed Marcus lurking in the corner. I leaned in closer on purpose, putting myself within his reach. I watched helplessly as he opened his mouth and bit down hard on my carotid artery. Suddenly, an explosive roar erupted from the corner. "What are you standing there for?! Save her!" This was the first time I had ever seen the cold, calculating Marcus lose his temper. How rare. But a boss is a boss, and his intimidation was undeniable. Even though the man in front of me desperately wanted me dead, the moment he heard Marcus's voice, his jaw instinctively loosened. The next second, Marcus forcefully pulled me into his arms! Seeing the look in Marcus's eyes—a look that wanted to swallow the man whole—I quietly let out a sigh of relief. "Marcus, what should we do with him?" "Sell him!" After the situation was handled, I clutched my neck, pretending to be in immense pain. "I'll take you to the compound clinic." "No need, Marcus. I can go myself... I don't want the lower-level staff to see." There was an unspoken rule in the compound: romantic relationships between staff were strictly forbidden. Especially between a high-level manager like him and a disposable "pig" like me. If we were caught getting too close, not only would I be sold off to another compound... Even a leader like him would face severe beatings and public punishment. Hearing this, Marcus gave me a deep, meaningful look. He grabbed a hundred thousand from the desk and shoved it into my arms as compensation. My eyes instantly lit up, and I smiled, giving him a deep bow. "Thank you, Marcus!" As I walked out the door, I slowed my pace and overheard the enforcers next to Marcus joking around. "That Riley really is obsessed with money." "Tsk, trash like her will be sent to the brothels sooner or later." "You're right. I've been wanting to play with her for a while..." I quietly looked back. And saw Marcus standing perfectly still, his gaze sweeping inexplicably over the enforcers who were just talking. The men immediately fell silent, shutting their mouths tight. Early the next morning, I was the first to boot up a company computer. After thinking for a moment, I typed in a number I knew by heart. [Hello, are you interested in a brushing scam for cash back? Paid per order!] The message was sent, but there was no immediate reply. The "pigs" slowly filtering in to start their shifts glared at me with absolute hatred. "Riley, nobody falls for that ancient scam tactic anymore. You think you're going to land a big whale with that? "Keep dreaming!" Lin Shan, the "sales" runner-up, mocked me endlessly. He only scurried back to his assigned workstation and nervously swallowed when Marcus appeared. "Brushing scams? How much do you think you can pull this time?" I thought for a moment before dropping a number. "Not much. Maybe five million."
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