This world is a game, and he is the only one who is real.
After dying horribly for the twelfth time, the protagonist wakes up in someone else's body for the twelfth time. He quietly listens to the ghosts wailing around him, the monsters snarling, and the humans laughing recklessly.
"Newbies are so stupid. You just have to trick them a little, and they'll walk right into a trap, giving us another clue!"
"Our exploration progress is so high. The company will definitely give us a bonus this time. We're making a killing!"
He thinks idly: How should I deal with the NPCs around me this time?
Kill them, raise them, control them, then use them to find that damn game company.
A young man wearing a golden mask walks through the dark night, a rose in his hand. The vicious monsters that have devoured countless people all bow before him, not one daring to raise its head and look upon his face.
A gentleman in a bowler hat moves through the shadows. The top ten high-level players on the leaderboard look at him with fervent devotion, dropping to one knee to call him Master.
He is the salvation of the lost, the master of evil, and the born enemy of the gods.
In his eyes, even the omnipotent Lord God is...
"Just an NPC."
1. The world is real.
2. The protagonist has died many times and is a bit of a lunatic in the literal sense.
3. The last part is just the protagonist showing off. His only golden finger is unlimited rebirth and high intelligence. The mind games depend on the author's skill.
Theme: Respect life
