An NPC's Handbook for Self-Rescue

Fair skin, stunning looks, and long legs: I’m the NPC guarding the map A corporate drone trapped in a 996 work schedule, I transmigrate overnight and become a hapless game NPC who gets beaten up eight hundred times a day in a dungeon. A lackey of a bronze-rank underling, a short-tempered demonized neighbor, and myself, so poor I can barely hear a coin clink. I get around on my own two legs, piggyback on the plot, and haggle for everything I buy. Even these utterly harsh living conditions can’t break the down-to-earth Jiang Xiaonuan.