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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

3.16.2 I pray it isn't as I think it is.

But this time it was a bit different.

As Henry used his meager drones to scan the path while stepping carefully.

A ting sound came and before Nephylite could do anything. The whole path was then occupied by a hologram.

And on that hologram was an unfamiliar face, looking deep toward the sky. And then to Alfin.

"You are Alfin, aren't you?"

At this question, Alfin knew that the other party was a step ahead of him. And they were very much aware of why he was here.

"Letting your immortal soldiers work for you, isn't a good thing." The figure in the hologram continued, his intention clear.

He wanted to have a conversation with Alfin.

But this all depended on one thing. And it was as if Alfin chose to follow with the flow.

"Isn't it proper manners to introduce oneself first?" There was some worry in Alfin's voice, that he showed purposefully.