Reborn NPC: I'm really not the protagonist!

[Hello everyone, I am a mother who just lost her daughter. I just saw on other platforms that the character in the game you are talking about is very similar to my daughter. How can I enter this game and find this character...]

[Hello, if what you said is true, then if you want to play this game, first you need to prepare the simplest virtual helmet. Of course, there is also an integrated virtual sleeping cabin. In addition, the area where this character is currently active is...]

[Thank you very much! ]

[It's okay, and please accept my condolences.]

[Thank you again! I have recently met this character through the game, and she really looks like my daughter.... Really, thank you. ]

[That's good. I wish you a happy game.]

[Yeah! In fact, if possible, I even hope to stay in the game forever...]

[Huh?]

On a quiet night, in front of the candlelight at the tavern bar, Hill was silent, browsing a conversation he had glimpsed from the forum.

In the messages between the two parties, the one claiming to be a mother who lost her daughter was a digital ID, and it was obvious that she had just registered her account not long ago. The ID that Hill replied to her looked very familiar. It was the account ID of Xianyu Songguo himself...

The reason why she browsed this message was not because Hill was bored and browsing the forum, but because she searched the forum specifically!

The look in Mumu's eyes when he looked at her was too familiar, so familiar that it made her feel conflicted. She had never thought that she could feel both uneasiness and peace of mind in the same eyes.

She is not a fool. Even in her previous life, Buyu once described her as having "terribly sharp intuition."

But don’t forget that her parents are also from prominent families. Their wealthy family background and bloodline have brought them excellence that would make ordinary people despair. Otherwise, how could they have reached the top in "The Holy Temple" in the previous life?

Just by playing long enough? Come on, talented people work harder than anyone else. To surpass such people, you not only have to work harder than them, but also... be more talented!

In her previous life, the pressure she brought to her opponents was not just her personal skills, but more of a psychological game.

"His opponent is like a puppet, being pulled by the strings by him from beginning to end!" These were the original words of the commentator of the third PVP Global Event in the previous life.

She vaguely remembered being called a child prodigy by reporters when she was young, although she started to lose face after that incident...

So at the moment when his heart was beating, Hill had already realized something was wrong! And he reacted immediately! Searching for clues in the forum...

She frowned and looked at this conversation again and again. Her logical thoughts led to an extremely absurd answer. Mumu... yes, is it Mommy?

(I didn’t expect Hill to see through it at the speed of light! \^O^/)

No! Can't confirm yet!

Hill shook his head, overturning the answer again.

Maybe it was just a similar situation? Moreover, she died ten years after the game was released in her previous life, so why did she die ten years earlier in this life?

Am I a jerk outside? I left my mother ten years early, and never thought about sticking with her?

The more she thought about it, the more confused her mind became. If...if this person was really her mother...what should she do?

Mother and daughter recognize each other?

Hill was somewhat tempted, but reason told her not to be impulsive.

First, perhaps the possibility that Mumu is the mother is as high as 99%, but it still needs to be confirmed.

Second, if I admit that I am my mother's daughter, who knows what will happen? Will the game company intervene? Will time be disrupted? Will the world explode?

She has traveled through time and been reborn once, and now she is no longer a staunch materialist!

Third, if my mother knew all this, it would not be any good for her except that she would get deeper and deeper into the game, just like me in my previous life.

Everyone has his own world....Those who escape their fate and indulge in beauty will be punished...

Anyway....it's better to be safe until she can sort out everything. At least she has quickly grasped the overall situation again, which is enough for her to sleep well...

Thinking of this, Hill extinguished the candle, slowly went upstairs, and fell asleep...

The next day....

"Boom boom boom!"

Early in the morning, someone knocked on Hill's door.

"Hill~get up~" The crisp and pleasant voice outside the door accompanied by knocks made Hill open his eyes in a daze.

Hill frowned, turned over, buried his head in the pillow, and continued to sleep.

"Hill?" The person outside the door was a little confused: "Are you not going to get up? Ah, is it too early..."

Mumu seemed a little flustered, and kept muttering with some self-blame: "I'm sorry, maybe mercenaries don't usually get up at this time, I don't know, haha... Well, it's okay, you continue to sleep, and... your breakfast..."

"Crack! Squeak—"

Before she finished her incoherent mumbling, the door was silently opened...

A sleepy head popped out from inside, staring at Mumu silently with great helplessness.

“........” Mumu was startled. He stared at Hill with wide eyes for a long time without saying a word.

"........"

Hill also said nothing, stared at each other for a long time, sighed in despair, closed the door, changed his clothes and left the room...

Oh my god, if she came out any later, I'm afraid her conscience would strangle her to death...

But soon, the aroma of food made Hill's nose twitch.

delicious!

She came to the table and looked at the exquisite Brin Brin food, her taste buds aroused.

In her previous life, she had hardly tasted any flavorful food, so gourmet food was one of her biggest hobbies in this life. She was the kind of person who would even take a bite of tree bark to try its flavor!

Normally, the meals in the mercenary group are basically bread and potatoes, and the occasional snack is just a roasted wild boar outside. Although Hill is very satisfied, it was not until today that she knew what real food is!

A breakfast with good color, aroma and taste, and even with its own special effects! This is a food that is comparable to the dumpling that Alice gave her when they first met!

good to eat!

After almost swallowing and licking the exquisite breakfast, Hill slowly looked at Mumu.

"Did you do this?" She thought for a moment and asked curiously.

"Yeah," seeing Xi'er eating voraciously, Mumu nodded happily: "Do you want more? I'll make some more. I'll make it for you every day in the future, okay?"

"........"

Hill couldn't help but frown slightly.

Such exquisite food...it would require at least a level three chef to make it, and it is made by probability.

According to the probability of a third-level chef, to make such a breakfast... it is estimated that 17 ordinary-quality ones will be enough to make one...

Besides, food ingredients also cost money... Well, her family is indeed not short of money...

"No need." Thinking of this, Hill turned his head away and said in a cold voice, "You don't have to do this."

"Eh?" Mumu was stunned, frightened by Xi'er's change of attitude. He glanced at Xi'er's face cautiously and said, "Is it... not delicious?"

“....No, it’s delicious....”

Hill was numb, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes: "But mercenaries pay the most attention to efficiency. Such exquisite food will waste a lot of time. I want to use my time where it is needed!"

She said this while staying in bed and finishing her breakfast in just two minutes.

"I see..." However, Mumu seemed to believe it, and seeing that Hill was very motivated, she also nodded with full motivation: "So, what should we do next?"

"very good,"

Hill breathed a sigh of relief, then squinted her eyes and looked at the street outside the window. The figures of the Chosen Ones were gradually becoming denser, and she smiled slightly.

"Next, of course, is to deal with the murder of the Chosen One. For this, I will wait for a recorder... a bard!"

"Crack-!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tavern was violently pushed open.

The curious figure, who was not afraid of me, quickly sneaked into the room.

"Boss, I heard you were looking for me?"