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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

"But this isn't something you should worry about. Wilkis had already taken care of it." Explained the Chancellor. His voice held the calming effect which made Alfin curse.


'This bastard, why the fuck did you say it in a way that scared me?' 


Playful or not, Alfin hated people who scared him for no reason.


Sadly, he can't voice his thoughts towards a great man like Robin out loud.


He doesn't wish to antagonize someone on his side out of pure stupidity.


"But that's all I had to say at the moment, let's meet at 11." 


After announcing his departure, Robin left with Coeus in tow.


An empty departure from his perspective. They didn't even talk about anything important, it was just Robin speaking and him listening. Nothing more and nothing less.


"So it was a success I presume?" Alfin asked Vanras, wondering if he did his job perfectly.


"The news will reach others that you two had a meeting. That will be enough to keep others at bay." Vanras said, pretty satisfied with the result.


3.02.1 The plague arrives at last.