The world I've transmigrated to is teeming with players, making survival difficult enough, but I'm further burdened by a system, becoming the most conspicuous NPC… The natives dislike me, and the players see me as a thorn in their side. Since I can't coexist peacefully with you all, then I'll—stop pretending, I'm laying my cards on the table! A wonderful life in this other world? Mine! Endless suffering? Yours! The sorrow is for the players, the rewards are for myself. The boss you can never defeat is me!
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