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In the mind of an NPC

After reincarnating into the past as an NPC, Girisia was faced with two options, either fall into despair and continue to barely survive in the lowest drenches of the society or make a stand and find out who played this ugly game with his life. Now, if destiny is to be challenged, there should be nothing wrong in using the immortal resources that come in the form of Players. After all, "A hunter cannot be blamed for hunting a prey that willingly served itself." ***** Read my other work called "Jealous Nerd vs The Immortal Army". The story of an unlikely manipulative hero without shame or care for the world. Born with a vulgar mouth and equally cursed ability, the immortals will regret meeting him. If I have to say, he is polar opposite of the MC in ItmNPC.

GoGo · Fantasy
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360 Chs

2.03.2 Don't torture me Uncle!

The man who claimed to be an officer flinched a bit. Meaning, Alfin had an upper hand at the moment.

"This is not rRber city and the rules of your city don't apply here." The man remained adamant on his words. "If you break the rules of this city, you will be punished by our city and Riber City has no jurisdiction over it." The man warned, in an attempt to take back control of the conversation.

"Then I am waiting for concrete proof," Alfin asked, his expression calm as usual. Then he turned his head to see Reece looking toward the door with curiosity. 'Guess it was too loud.' Alfin thought. Not intend to call him. Not yet at least.

"We already have words from one of your victims." The man turned to the beggar and ordered. "Tell us what happened to you this morning." The man's words were threatening and Alfin can see that the beggar seemed scared and traumatized.