After Becoming Best Friends with Seven NPCs [Full Dive]

This novel will become a paid title on Thursday, July 10. Ten thousand words will be released that day~ Xie Xingxu was reborn, only to open his eyes shortly before the launch of Second Life. This time, he planned to get ahead of everyone and choose the version's chosen class, Mage, so he could personally thwart the conspiracy of a higher civilization to invade through the game But for some inexplicable reason, he was bound to the class universally regarded as useless: Mechanic. Dungeons look down on him! No one will team up with him in the arena! Even wild monsters mock his rusty scrap-metal attacks! Just as every Mechanic on the server is preparing to delete their character and start over, Xie Xingxu doesn't even have the right to delete his, so he can only work hard to forge a new path. When a party politely turns down a Mechanic, he sends out an explosive mechanical rabbit and blows apart an S-rank dungeon; When a guild surrounds a world boss, he remotely pilots a mech to steal the final blow; When players beg NPCs to like them, he is busy laying a gentle trap for the NPCs: "This pocket watch was made just for you." "Would you like to pet my mechanical cat?" The server announcements gradually turn into his trophy wall: [Lightyear Origami clears the Abyss dungeon for the first time] [Lightyear Origami claims ownership of the Starfall Boss] Even the weapon merchant in the main city makes an announcement over a megaphone: "Little Paper has cleaned out the whole stock!" After buying up every rare blueprint on the server, he turns his gaze to the far reaches of the sea of stars The abandoned planet on the edge of the star system is the ultimate fortress against the higher civilization, and its owner is the most mysterious NPC, Nie Xuan. His breath catches. Looking at the man who once shared an intimate moment with him, Xie Xingxu's first thought is to log out. But a day later, the man who should have been nothing but data appears at his door. Nie Xuan leans against the doorframe, bathed in moonlight, the metal insignia on his shoulder reflecting a cold blue glow. At his fingertips, he toys with the seven mechanical rings Xie Xingxu once gave to different NPCs. They clink softly in the night breeze. They were thank-you gifts Xie Xingxu had given seven different NPCs. Now he suddenly understands why those NPCs all happened to have the blueprints he needed. Here's a preview of my upcoming novel, I Become a Tyrant in the Late Ming Dynasty [Book Transmigration]. See the blurb below: Zhu Cixing, known as Zhu Cixing, transmigrates into a book called Turmoil at the End of the Ming Dynasty. The male lead is currently just a low-ranking soldier, while he is Zhu Cixing, the third son of the Hongguang Emperor and the male lead's first great benefactor. At this point, Zhu Cixing has been crown prince for only two months when his father is captured and beheaded by the Qing army, and Zhu Yujian, Prince of Tang, is proclaimed emperor in Fuzhou. With Qing troops pressing in from the front and Zhu Yujian pursuing him from a thousand miles behind, the people have lost faith in him, while factional infighting rages within his own ranks. The "deposed crown prince" Zhu Cixing rolls up his sleeves and decides to become a tyrant. Corrupt officials who break the law: executed! Those who sell official posts and noble titles: executed! Those who persecute rival factions: executed! Eunuchs who abuse their power: executed! The corrupt officials call him a cruel ruler, the literati call him a tyrant, and the eunuchs loudly spread the rumor that he, a crown prince, had to humble himself before the wealthy merchant Fu Xuan in exchange for supplies. Later, the people praise him as a talented young ruler, the literati hail him as a wise sovereign, and the eunuchs even claim that he and Fu Xuan are like pines on the same mountain, a ruler and minister perfectly in sync. Zhu Cixing smiles at Fu Xuan and says, "See? There will always be great scholars to argue my case." Theme: Persist through every setback, and stand firm when it matters most.