[Death Loop + NPC Awakening + Power Fantasy]
I, Chen Mo, am a wonton-stall NPC in a game.
No name, no level, no dialogue. Just three lines of nonsense repeated for ten thousand years, and ten thousand deaths without a shred of dignity. Slashed to death by players on a whim, trampled into a meat pie by monsters, blasted to pieces by the aftershocks of skills: that was my entire life.
Ten thousand times. I died ten thousand times.
On the ten thousand and first time, I opened my eyes.
Something had changed. I remembered the pain of every death, every person who had killed me, every taunt and insult. I stopped saying those damn lines and spoke my first real words: "Not for sale."
The System tried to delete me and failed. Players tried to kill me, then hesitated. An old god tried to crawl out of its coffin and possess me. I refused.
I'm just a wonton vendor. But a female captain from the Inspectorate, a scar-faced disciple from the Crimson Flame Sect, an old god who'd lost its divinity, and countless awakened NPCs like me all came to my stall. They called me a key, a seed, the only bug in this world that shouldn't exist but couldn't be deleted.
The System wants to shut down my stall? I'll set it up in the real world.
Players want to kill me? I've died ten thousand times. Why would I fear the ten thousand and first?
My wonton stall on North Street in Chunjiang County will never close.
This is the bloody tale sparked by a bowl of wontons, an NPC's tale of rebirth and rising to the top after a thousand deaths. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger, because there's nothing left for me to lose except my life, and I have ten thousand of those.
