As an NPC who sends out tasks in the mercenary tavern... Because of a sigh, I saw our NPC God, the Queen, and I too... Died without regrets... But Queen, why don't you let me be an NPC? Who tells me how an NPC can become a player...
The above is the inner monologue of the protagonist Carl.
PS, please be prepared to jump into pitfalls. As a three-no writer (no guarantee of speed, no guarantee of quality, no guarantee of main line), and a stream of consciousness writer... I follow the principle of writing articles based on the principle that there is no one I don't know and only one who can't think of it...