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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

2.42.2 There are rats in my toilet.

'I am close…'

Alfin was just an injection away from ascending to grade three.

"This place?..." Taking a deep breath. "I think it's still a bit too much. Won't people above notice if the bombs go off?"

After smelling all the explosive liquid hiding in the walls, Alfin asked with some confusion.

This explosion caused by this amount would blow up the whole underground. There was no way people above wouldn't notice it.

"That is something for us to worry about," Vanras said while leading Tarkov and Elisa out of the room.

"Good luck…" Elisa said during her parting words, while Tarkov just kept looking at him calmly. What was going on in his mind, Alfin didn't know.

But for some reason, he was glad Tarkov along with Elisa.

Maybe, if that annoying woman who wanted to dissect him also came here. It wouldn't be so bad.

"Teacher, you don't have to worry about my revenge. All I request is for you to make me stronger."