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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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360 Chs

2.18.1 Golden boy, on death's door.

On Prenia. Close to Ikuras kingdom. A carriage flew by itself in the sky and on it were only two figures.

"I am still against it. They have seen you at your weakest. If the word got out…"

"Let it get out. That's what I desire." Faruq reprimanded Mirage. "The things I saw and experienced, no one will believe it. They won't even believe that I was ever injured that badly." Faruq then turned to look at his broken left hand. "As for this, they will say 'I lied and did this to myself."

"No one in Primrose will dare to say that," Mirage exclaimed.

The Primrose was a banquet that was only attended by the diverse forces that had an ascended being within their ranks. Which Faruq, after his ascendance became part of.

"But they will think about it. So I want witnesses and those people, who are also my saviors, will be important for the future."

"The words need to get out. The world needs to know of the monstrous realm I came across."