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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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3.14.1 Reece has entered the chat.

Zeldim felt surrounded, the closer he got to Car Racist's position, the stronger this feeling got. And not to mention the nano-bots in the shape of insects that kept trying to enter his body.

If not for his high awareness, his body might have already been invaded by them.

– "Get to my position in an instant."

He kept ordering on the communicator, but no response was coming from either of his two partners. As for informing the other teams, that thought seemed even more far-fetched.

Zeldim was sure that someone was jamming the comms and preventing him from communicating. And if a part had to drop down to this level to play games, it would only mean they were on the weaker side.

Which gave Zeldim an advantage, as long as he could group up with the rest. Then everything would be fine.

Not to mention, he can use the anoman's special messaging skill to inform others about this attack on him as well.