Game Npc Novels & Stories

Damon shot back at him. That answer knocked the air out of him more than an argument would have. The room felt too warm. Too small. Simon ran a hand through his hair. “When are you booking it?” Simon asked. His voice didn’t sound like his own. “Today.” Damon didn’t hesitate. Simon stood there for a second like his body hadn’t caught up yet. Then he sat back down slowly, like his knees decided for him. The game was still running. His character stood in the middle of the map, getting shot at. He didn’t move..

“After Monic and Dom left, I started going to the Underground Place frequently, as in everyday-frequently. I loved fighting, it was something I do in my spare time and no, I didn’t do it because of the money it supplied. I made sure it all went to an orphanage nearby. I did it out of sheer pleasure. I love the thrill of the fight and the adrenaline it fills me. You would understand,” I gave Adam and Zac a pointed look and they both nodded in understanding. “What I have trouble understanding is why you, a nerd, would choose the Underground Place to fight in of all places. Why didn’t you go to a smaller less dangerous place? Where there are no bulky guys.” Jake pointed out.

Down the path, a girl in a ragged tee and ponytail wobbled toward them on a beat-up scooter. A box printed with the words 'Cosmic Eats' clunked on the front. "Wait, an NPC? They do delivery runs here?" Howie blinked. Darren said nothing. Just stared, eyes narrowing. He'd seen glitchy NPCs before—but this one felt... real. Then it happened. The girl didn't stop. She gunned that junk scooter straight into the domain wall between Crimson Keep and Haunted High. One of their teammates had straight-up disintegrated trying that.

She had been in this game since the very beginning, having had to stand in line for hours just to get the chance to buy her gaming helmet, following which she logged in on the opening night, where she found herself amongst the many that had logged in at the same time to experience the game for themselves. During those three weeks, she has been through many situations, even managing to join a bandit village after randomly bumping into Jackson and his squad a while back. With all that said, this was the very first time that she's met a player like Kirou, one whose strength was completely abnormal, yet it seems like it was just par for the course with him. This was the very first time that she'

Natasha gave him a disgusted look. This guy was really narcissistic. "After you go in, you can follow me. If anything happens, I'll take care of it," Christin leaned close to her ear and whispered. Natasha raised her eyebrows and asked. "Isn't it just a puzzle solving escape room? What is there for you to take care of?" "Isn't there a real NPC? What if you're kidnapped?" Christin frowned. A real NPC??? That kidnaps people??

To the right, a small group of players had gathered around one of the buildings, clearly trying to force interaction, one of them stepping forward repeatedly, trying to trigger something, stepping back, then trying again. "Mate, I think you've got to wait until he finishes what he's doing," one of them said, watching as the NPC continued hammering at a piece of wood, completely ignoring them. "He's literally building something," another replied. "I don't think he's coded to stop." Riley let out a quiet breath. "That's mad." But also dangerous, he thought. Because if the NPCs were this independent, this real—what else in this world wouldn't follow the rules they expected?

That was when I realized I was definitely better as an NPC than a player. I thought things would stay this way forever… until the system suddenly sent out an emergency alert. [SSS-rank dungeon monster NPCs are critically low. Emergency transfer requested from other dungeons.] And unfortunately, I was chosen.

He growled at her and she returned it with a sneer. He began to throb his paws towards her while she growled, not ready to accept defeat. "I'm Sage, nice to meet you." He greeted through the mind-linking.

' still no answer so I hang up might be some kids prank calling me but I knew it was kids. My phone rang again. 'Whoever this is stop calling me it's not fucking funny.' 'Whoa there easy tiger it's just me your friend if you remember me.' 'Oh sorry Rosa I didn't check the caller id and I got a weird call earlier I thought it was still the same person.' 'So what's up' 'Well since you snapped at me which is so not cool you need to make it up to me and I know just how you do that.' 'Whatever it is No'

Ghosts or not, there was no way I was turning down that pay. "Is your in-game currency the same as the living world?" I asked. "Don't worry," she said. "We go through Aether Bank. It's connected to all major banks, so you can send it directly to your account." I relaxed. "Perfect." "The instance runs once a week. The ghosts arrive a few hours before the players, and that's when you do the makeup." She handed me a stylish wrist device. "This is a summoning device. When it lights up, bring your makeup kit and come to work."