The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 53: The Legend of Sweet Rice Dumplings!

In my past life, I was a big gamer and knew exactly what players were like. There was nothing players couldn't do in the game, and no boss they couldn't defeat. If you were to fight against such a group of beings, you would always be the NPC who would suffer. After all, players can run back to their corpses, but can you?

So when Bright heard that players from other factions had appeared, he was initially very flustered, because his interests were already tied to Holy Stone City. If he became the target of players from another faction, wouldn't he be the game boss?

But every game boss will eventually be defeated by the players, which is not what Bright wants.

This little sweet rice dumpling in front of him is a perfect test subject. Bright must figure this out before the northern players launch a large-scale invasion.

Is it necessary to be an enemy of players from other factions?

"You...can you really help me get rid of the evil spirits haunting me?" Sweet Rice Dumpling asked cautiously.

She had consulted experts, and the solution to being possessed by an evil spirit in the North was either to find a wizard or a priest from the Vatican. However, most wizards and priests in the North were government officials, and she dared not seek them out. The reason was simple: the evil spirit on her body had been brought out of the tomb of some nobleman.

Thieves stealing from noble tombs is a serious crime. The evil spirit within her could easily expose this, and once exposed, the consequences would be severe. The most likely outcome would be being taken back to the noble tomb and sealed as a corpse. However, there are terrifying beings in that tomb. If she were to run back there again, she wasn't entirely confident she could escape. If she were to be endlessly guarded by her corpse, it would be the end of her. Because when she escaped from that tomb, she saw a predecessor who had been endlessly guarded by his corpse.

This time, she came to the South on a mission to find an opportunity to find a solution in other countries. This thing is really frustrating to be afflicted with, and the key is that even after she is resurrected, she will still be afflicted, like a dog skin plaster that can never be removed!

Bright reached out his hand, and before the sweet rice dumpling could even retreat, she suddenly felt the terrifying chill all over her body vanish instantly!

For a moment, she stood there, stunned. For three months, this omnipresent coldness and heaviness had been suffocating her, making it hard to even sleep. It was so unbearable. But now that it was gone, she felt as if she had been reborn. She was so excited that she almost knelt down and called him "Dad."

"Mr. Bright...you...you..."

"Don't get excited..." Bright smiled slightly, "It's just putting the evil spirit inside you to sleep temporarily."

The sweet rice dumpling suddenly realized that the meaning was still about it?

"If you complete my task, besides giving you a generous reward, I'll also help you get rid of your belongings. How about it?"

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Bright's unwavering attitude immediately confirmed to him that these players actually had no principles!

This is the norm. Players are all outsiders; what imperial loyalty are they talking about? Modern people are loyal for money!

These players, unless they have already obtained the status of a regional noble, will definitely have ways to be won over. Even if they have obtained the status of a noble, there are still opportunities to win them over. As a mission intermediary, I have absolutely no need to be an enemy of any player. I can even guide them to be an enemy of the faction behind them.

Thinking of this, Bright said, "Originally, I just wanted you to help me guard this crematorium, but it would be a waste to use your talent on this. How about this, you'll accompany the team to Mirandil this time, and I'll hire you for three gold dollars a day. What do you say?"

"Three gold coins?" Sweet Rice Dumpling's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you sure it's daily and not monthly?"

Bright smiled slightly. "Very good, Ms. Sweet Rice Dumpling, you've perfectly exposed the labor costs of players in your area."

Wang Gou Dan looked disdainful. "This is what you call a high-ranking player in the North District? I, Gou Dan, am worth five gold Nar every day, okay?"

"If the salary is acceptable, we'll depart for Mirandil in an hour."

"No problem..." she agreed almost instinctively, but immediately added, "But... I have to go and give a report..." As she spoke, she glanced cautiously at Brett, "Sir, you know where I come from. I need to find a reason, since I might not be seen for more than ten days."

"good......."

Look at this traitor, he doesn't feel any psychological pressure at all. Just as I guessed, these players don't have any factional stance. I can even use them... to solve some of the troubles in the north!

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"Refugees being screened? Sir Peter being imprisoned? Is that all the information you've got? Useless!"

The sweet rice dumpling lowered its head, letting the black-robed imperial intelligence officer look down on it.

The other party's level was not actually higher than his own, and he wasn't even a superhuman, yet he could boss him around. Who could blame him when the other party was a government official with a formal position, while he was just an unregistered person?

At this moment, the black-robed intelligence officer continued to berate, "Your intelligence isn't worth thirty copper nars a day, but since you're the only one who can get in, this time will be an exception."

He then threw thirty copper nars on the ground: "This is a one-time exception. If the next report is just as useless, you don't need to come back."

Sweet Rice Dumpling hurriedly bent down to pick up the copper coins on the ground. She couldn't possibly be at odds with money. If she had no dignity, so be it. She didn't want to experience the days of starving, freezing, and dying without money again.

What's the most terrifying way for a player to die? It's starving or freezing to death!

While being resurrected restores your health, what if you keep dying from starvation multiple times in a cycle? You'd probably just want to die anyway, right?

She had experienced it herself. In the north, especially in winter, countless children like her with no survival skills would die every day. If she hadn't been taken in by a kind old thief, she probably would have met the same fate.

From that moment on, she would cherish every penny, because only by saving enough money could she avoid experiencing those nightmarish days again!

"Get lost, be smarter next time."

"Yes, sir. This time I will lie low and not show myself until I find any valuable intelligence."

"Remember what you said." The intelligence officer snorted and left.

Few of these undocumented mercenaries are useful. Their intelligence agencies have well-trained spies and many extraordinary experts. As for why they use these undocumented individuals, the reason is simple: there are religious barriers between countries.

The North worships the Ancient Gods, while the South worships the New Seven Gods. The difference in their religious auras is significant. If they get too close, the churches in the Southern cities will issue warnings, making them easy to locate. In wartime, one could use supernatural means to conceal the churches or even destroy them with some kind of weapon, and then send spies in. But now it is a truce period. Doing that would be tantamount to declaring war!

These unregistered individuals proved useful at this time. They had no identity, no religion, and approaching them would not trigger any warnings, making them the most suitable spies at this stage.

But his quality is indeed not high. Just look at that guy. He looks like a kid who hasn't grown up yet. If he didn't have some extraordinary ability, he wouldn't even be worth hiring!

After putting the copper coins into his spatial storage, Sweet Rice Dumpling couldn't help but spit in the direction of the intelligence officer when he looked at the three glittering gold coins in his storage bag!

What the heck?

Do you expect me to work myself to death for this little bit of money?

What a load of bull, Duke of the Raven! He's clearly not someone worth serving.

Just then, I noticed a lot of messages tagging me in the channel.

Hey bro, what's the situation in Holy Stone City? Can you give us a sneak peek?

How difficult is the mission? Are there any troublesome bosses?

[Hey bro, when will they lift the lockdown inside? We need to give everyone a taste of the good stuff!]

Sweet Rice Dumpling frowned slightly. She remained wary of these fellow villagers and generally disliked meeting them. However, because she had a high success rate in completing missions and often provided intelligence, more and more legends about her arose. In any case, everyone in the circle said that she was the number one expert in the North District, a player that even nobles feared, and a free spirit who, despite being invited by nobles, still wanted to remain a free agent.

I wonder which idiot spread this?

An invitation from a nobleman? If I could become a civil servant, I'd be so carefree!

But getting tagged too many times got annoying, so I said directly: "Still exploring, please don't tagged me. I will let you know as soon as there is news about the unblocking."

[Yay, the boss is still the most reliable one!]

[That's right, there's nowhere that can stop the boss.]

[Long live the boss! We're counting on you!]

Love you, boss!!

Faced with a barrage of compliments, Sweet Rice Dumpling remained expressionless. In her eyes, these flattering words were worth less than a piece of soft bread. However, since they were all from the same place, she would still help them if she could, a principle her father had taught her.

Dad... I miss you so much...

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"Are those sweet rice dumplings reliable?"

Outside Holy Stone City, a group of players dressed in black gathered together and discussed something.

Most of these players are of high level, many of them are level 10 or above. Even the third-ranked fighter, Garou, is here. Garou, who is level 17, and the second-ranked Sword Wind Legend were originally the representatives of the North District players. However, since that sweet rice dumpling suddenly appeared, their popularity has dropped a lot this year.

"She managed to get firsthand intelligence on several major operations in the North District. She could go to many places we couldn't. That girl is on a completely different level from us..."

Hungry Wolf frowned. He really wanted to meet that sweet rice dumpling. Recently, the legends about her had become more and more incredible, especially this time. She managed to sneak into the city under lockdown and was the only one who could communicate with the official intelligence officer. She was indeed quite capable.

"Envious, aren't you?" A tall swordsman next to him chuckled. "Keep working hard. We're all players. If she can do it, we can too. Don't be too envious. She might just have had a bit more luck."

"That's what I think too." Hungry Wolf sneered. "The national war mission is about to begin. I don't believe she can stay ahead of us forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to meet this girl!"