How Did an NPC Like Me Become the God of the Entire Server?

Su Wu transmigrated into a terrifying infinite-flow world. Without a physical body, she could only possess the inn NPC she'd designed and make do with that. She'd been yawning behind the front desk, waiting for players to come in so she could mooch some dungeon conquest tips and get through the opening safely.

But after eight years of writing supernatural horror novels, she was a serious beauty enthusiast. The moment she looked up and saw her NPC panel, she couldn't stand it: the glaring, thick red health bar was ugly enough to look like a car wreck; the words "Neutral Faction" were bland and washed out; and "Level: Unknown" had no presence at all.

She immediately raised a hand and changed it. She plucked off the glaring, ugly health bar, added "Lady Boss of the Wangchuan Ferry" to the faction field, and tacked on a line to make it sound impressive: "Once ferried a hundred thousand souls, now hidden in reincarnation." Finally, she changed the dry "Level: Unknown" to three gleaming question marks. Satisfied, she nodded. Now that was worthy of the exquisite face she'd spent eight years designing.

But when the first player pushed open the inn's door, they stared at the words above her head for three seconds, then went weak in the knees and dropped to the floor. "N-no health bar? The panel says she's the Lady Boss of the Wangchuan Ferry? She's ferried a hundred thousand souls? Even her level is redacted??? A hidden-level NPC, and you call this a random dungeon passerby?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.