Infinite-instance games descended upon the world. Ordinary people were forced to become players, fighting their way through each stage. Losers died, while winners ascended beyond the ordinary.
Everyone kept one ironclad rule in mind: never attack an instance NPC!
NPCs were protected by the world's rules. Touch one and you died; break the rule and the System would strike you down without mercy.
But Lin Yuan was different.
He was the only Host of a Mimic NPC, belonging neither to the players nor the monsters. He was the ultimate loophole, existing outside the System's rules.
Anytime, anywhere, with no cooldown or restrictions, he could perfectly transform into any NPC: a villager, guide, guard, shopkeeper, priest, child... No one could tell real from fake, and the System couldn't identify him.
Players revered NPCs like gods and watched their every step.
Lin Yuan toyed with players in the palm of his hand, laying traps at every turn.
"Follow me. It's perfectly safe here." Ahead lay the lair of vengeful spirits, where certain death awaited.
Players saw each instance as an examination where their lives were on the line.
While countless elite players struggled to clear the stages and fight for survival, Lin Yuan had already taken his seat atop the rules, smiling as he reaped the rewards of the endless cycle of reincarnation.
I'm not prey in an instance. I'm the nightmare of every reincarnation traveler.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
