I suspect I’m an NPC in a horror novel.
And a feral NPC at that. The kind with no official position on the payroll.
Because I overheard a few official NPCs whispering among themselves, discussing how they should go easy on this batch of newbie players.
So this was a supernatural horror infinite-flow novel.
I rubbed my hands together in excitement. “Can I join you?”
The Instance Mini Boss rolled his eyes. “You’re too weak. You couldn’t even handle one of my han-”
Watching the Instance Mini Boss get slapped three miles away, I guiltily withdrew my hand. I hadn’t meant to send him that far. Turns out he really couldn’t take a hit.
I picked up the employee badge he’d dropped, hung it around my neck, and looked expectantly at the Instance Master. “I’m an official employee now, right?”
The Instance Master leaped away with a whoosh and answered timidly, “Yes.”
I also dashed off with a whoosh, then dragged back a three-meter-wide bowl. I knocked on the bowl, brimming with anticipation. “Boss, pay me! Hurry up and pay me! It’s already been five whole minutes since you last paid me!”
