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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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2.12.2 Smell my rotten flesh

Since entering this world, Alfin had struggled.

First, it was food. Then came shelter, then security, and for those first six months. Rarely did he obtain any of it and go to sleep with his stomach full.

Being the lowest of the low taught him the struggle of the common man in this world. This was not Earth where jobs were abundant for the skilled and charities were helping those in need.

Though not all of it is perfect. But it was no way near the struggles in the world of Nirvana.

And after the players came and gave him a sense of reason to live on. Alfin learned a new lesson.

Never underestimate a so-called NPC.

These were real people with real experience and understanding. The higher the rank of a person, the more resolute and astute they will be in their actions. Even a donkey will stop razing grass after a few lashes from its master. The same was true for the monsters who had experienced countless struggles in their life.