Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

--No, I think it was a good business.

Anyway, I'm going to make a gull of a person who seems likely to be deceived, and convince him of the fortune-telling with a handful of dicks.

Besides, it's a fraud because I'm taking money.

But that surprised me, too.

Even if they say you're responsible for billions of dollars lost, you don't think you can take a concrete-bath?

Don't get me wrong, the fortuneteller is not a predictor.

There's no way I can predict stock movements.

Assuming I had real spiritual power, "In a few days, this brand will rise to the right shoulder! What kind of image comes to mind?

It is compatible with digital, it has great spiritual power.

... anyway, all this happened because I had the talent of a con artist.

Word of mouth spread very moderately, and magazine coverage became popular with radio guests and eventually Golden Time varieties.

It would be appropriate to say that it was dancing up.

I was supposed to be a petty cash earner at first, but as soon as I started earning income that wasn't right for me, I lost control.

In the end, it looks like I've been shaken by excess money and fame.

It is a typical pattern in which successful people fall apart.

I've been a foodstuff like that, and I've done a great job of being a foodstuff.

Swimming in the bay of Tokyo at the end of the road is a concrete bath... well, until then, karma.

It is possible that I was chosen by chance as a scapegoat to be held responsible for this matter.

If you succeed, you take the gold, you seal your mouth, if you fail, you push all the blame, you seal your mouth.

It doesn't matter if the prediction succeeds or fails anymore, it might have been a myth that if I finished using it, I would have finished it as soon as possible.

If I were to share my present self with Tarot, I would say:

The card I pulled was a positive demon. I drowned in greed, and the end was decided when this kind of person looked at me. "

Well, it looks like we're ready to put the raw cone in the drum while we're masturbating ourselves.

My hands and feet are tied tightly with a band so I can't move.

It is a monkey's mouth to rely on the only possibility of speech.

Not very well, but there is no way to break this situation.

That's why my death will be inevitable unless I suddenly wake up to spiritual power or a fantasy as much as a prayer to God.

It's so ridiculous, I'm getting a little laughed at when this is happening.

I didn't go crazy before dying that I couldn't escape.

Can you stop laughing at this?

Because I am in a situation where I have to rely on the supernatural forces that are here and that I deceive God to accept them.

You want me to try? There's no way I can do that.

There is no spiritual power, and this body does not know God.

Unfortunately, I'm just a human being.

It's too dark.

Nothing strange happened, and my end came as usual. [M]

Shortly before that, as I look back at things like running lights, I think.

... Speaking of which, why did you start being a fortuneteller?