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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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2.14.1 Why did I do the thing that I just did.

With a simple punch, the wall broke. Exposing a thin stature man who had fallen under the sudden attack of Tarkov.

From his clothes, Alfin can see that this man worked for Tildon's. But the way he was able to hide from the senses of two genuine grade two, Alfin was sure the opponent was not as simple as he looked.

'Fallen on the ground and showing its hunters a harmless look. Great position for sneak attack too.'

'Hmph, from this, I can be sure that the man is not grade-three, otherwise, he won't need to use such underhanded means. But this also goes to show his experience with information collecting jobs. This bastard can be tricky.' Alfin didn't look down on the man even after confirming that he was grade two.

And the first thing he asked was not "Who are you and who are you working for."

His actual first words after seeing the man in front of him were simple. "Tarkov beat him and brought him to me."