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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."

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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.

In the mind of an NPC

The land exploded as a tornado of dust ruptured the earth and threw the refuse in the air. The shockwaves of which pushed the people around the zone to the back, injuring most beside the few grade-three still alive on the battlefield.


The only silver lining was that none of the injured or weaker officers were that close to the battlefield anymore, otherwise, the shockwaves would have been terrifying.


But it's not like Kistriya cared. He was looking for signs, the signs of the puppeteer who had shied away from their fight.


"Where are you!" Shouted Kistriye while the ground kept erupting like lava from a volcano much to the horror of Tarkov and others. But they couldn't do anything at the moment because there was nothing they could do.


The realm difference between grade three and four is too much and trying to join in would only hurt them. Tarkov still has not forgotten the losses of grade three during Wilkis's fight a year ago.


2.22.2 I have to save ma homie