The Princess’s Double Life

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When the hazy dawn light soaked through the crack of window on the prison wall, I took out a fork hidden in the sleeve of my prison uniform and reflected on my past.

No, not exactly the past, but the previous life.

In my previous life, which was a very different world from here, there was nothing I hadn’t done.

An assistant at a prestigious university, a fund manager, a used car dealer, a gas station owner, an insurance company employee, a secretary of the chairman of a conglomerate, a banker, etc.….

There was one thing in common in the list of jobs without any context. It was all done by fraud.

By all means, I died at the age of 28, so how would I have taken those jobs properly?

Although I didn’t want to learn even if I die, fundamentally, my mind was very flexible. My craftsmanship was also quite good.

The first fraud I had ever committed in my previous life was the fabrication of applications for admission to prestigious university.

I wasn’t trying to pretend to be from a prestigious university, but I was just curious about college life.

I forged my student ID and documents, as well as the certificate of acceptance, and hacked the computer of the office of the department I attended, turned into a prestigious university student and enjoyed about a year.

After that, I realized that my extraordinary brain would be a gift from God, and I lived with gratitude.

I followed a high school classmate to obtain a job selling counterfeit goods, and with my persuasive words, I bought those goods from sales people on credit, and sold them back at three times the price.

Besides that, I ate well and lived well while playing big and small scams. There was no end to talk about each of them.

Although the boundary between illegal and legal laws were blurred and I was wanted all over the country as a first-class scammer. The public power was too stupid and helpless to catch the genius of the time who was born in the wrong.

Without ever being exposed, using special makeup or identity manipulation, I lived the carefree life of a swindler.

I was going to try to get some stocks with the money I collected, but I couldn’t even afford it.

Enormous amounts of money had to come and go for it to be stimulated, so eventually, I disguised myself as a fund manager and lured the rich presidents to have some fun, and then finally came into the contact with the chairman of the leading conglomerate.

After taking over the position of the chairman’s secretary, I was enjoying the stock market in a warm and comfortable manner.

Big houses, expensive foreign cars, and luxury items wrapped from head to toe…

There was nothing lacking in the colorful life of a swindler, but I quickly got tired of it. It was, unfortunately, my nature to get bored of things.

So one day, I sold some of the chairman’s shares that I put back under my borrowed name.

With that money, I was going to go abroad and try to live a second life in California.

That’s where I ended up with the first failure of my bitter life.

I easily overlook the fact that murder is easy for high-ranking people above the law like the president of a large company, but that’s my mistake.

I was caught at the airport before leaving the country, and ended my short life of 28 years in the hands of a contract assassin hired by the angry chairman.

I won’t recall how I died.

Anyway, at the end of the day, It was a price to live by eating others so I accepted death humbly, and when I opened my eyes, I was reincarnated.

If I were born with a gold spoon in my mouth, I wouldn’t have thought of becoming a swindler again.

By the time I was thinking about the karma of my previous life, I realized that I had been reincarnated as a backstreet beggar.

Wasn’t it too much?

Even though I was a swindler in my previous life, I had my own standards.

This means I only swindled the bosses who were doing bad things picking up only bad graduates behind the back.

In any case, the price of fraud was so high that I could not pay back all of it with death, and even after reincarnation, I had to make up the difference with a miserable life.

But the good news was that I had the memories of my past life intact.

In other words, one extraordinary brain was recovered.

So if you ask me how I started using this brain…

Under the title of death row inmates, the current situation of being locked in a first-degree criminal cell would be enough answer, right?

I’ve been living a life of great swindler ever since I was reincarnated.

For 21 years.