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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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4.20.2 Heavy problem.

"I told you, didn't I?" from Alfin's face, it can be seen that he didn't buy into Max's bullshit. No, he believed there was some other reason. "You should already know, but the lower vampires can't create familiars, they are incapable of creation. They are just slaves and nothing more."

"Yes you did, which is why I find this horrifying." Maximilian said, while looking at the screen. "Tell me Alfin, is it your promise that is stopping you from killing her, or the fact that her body can produce more of this virus?"

"Because from your own words, this is a perfect way to create slaves, isn't it?" At this point, Alfin turned silent, he couldn't deny the fact what Maximillion assumed was right.

It was true that if a Vampire wished to, he can make unlimited lesser vampire. All of them were limited by the sunlight and other powerhouses that lived in Prenia.

The Magi held back the Vampire expansion.