I Was an NPC in Ancient Times, and I Wanted to Fall in Love by the Way.

Jiang Zao, 26, was laid off as a game planner. I put on the VR glasses and cried a lot. When I woke up, I found that I had traveled to the "Apocalypse Continent" I designed - not the heroine, not the counterattack female supporting character, but a passerby NPC in the novice village who could only speak three lines. Good news: Her "backend system" is still there, and she can see the data panels of all NPCs, and it still has bugs. Bad news: The game company is going to delete the files and all NPCs will be formatted. Even worse news: Shen Zhou, the middle school swordsman who pointed his sword at her nose and called himself "I," was the character she created when she graduated from college. Now she was asking her with red ears: "I am happy with you, will you agree?" Jiang Zao: "Put down your broken sword first and speak." Shen Zhou (the sword ear turned red): "Don't let it go. Just put it down and run away." When the NPCs start to wake up, when the code starts to have a heartbeat, when the real world and the game world are nested layer by layer - Jiang Zao discovered that the top system is not permissions, but a group of people who are willing to fight for you. This is not a story of NPC counterattack This is a story about "no one is a tool" All members have high IQs and there is no intelligence reduction. Every game is an intellectual crushing game. "Not everyone has to be a hero, but everyone can be the light for others." ——You dare to format the world, and I dare to rewrite the rules.