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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.

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2.12.1 Please stop taking my own name.

"Such a big place for so few people." Getting out of the Jeep, Alfin gestured to Reece to get off. "Don't dally in there for long."

It was truly the first time that Reece rode on a jeep vehicle. But this was not why he was lost in his thoughts. But the true reason was the house in front of him.

Unlike Alfin, who had experienced way more opulent things and lifestyles in the previous timeline. For Reece, who was still ignorant about most of the world. The world in front of him felt like a palace made for gods.

The dark stone walls decorated with golden paint, the towering arches that reached the sky, the garden that was bigger than any park he had ever seen. And he can even see a large lake at the back. As for how big it was, he was not sure. He even wondered if there were fishes in the lake.

"Yes, teacher." Reece got off the jeep and stood beside Alfin who was surrounded by high-level security provided by Thorn City while Tarkov walked in front of him, acting like a chauffeur.