Congratulations on being an NPC

Chapter 3 Now, You Listen to Me

The voice was so familiar, so familiar that it was annoying.

Yano left the cauldron, stood still, and silently called out the menu.

[The hidden unique task has been turned on. 】

[Mission: Broken Dream. 】

【grade:? ? ? 】

[Completion method: unknown]

[Completion Reward: Unknown]

[Details: Her soul is not dirty, and her character is not inferior; the gods on high heard her whispers, and sent the chosen one to her, shattering her naive delusion, and wanted to lead her to The right direction to redeem her broken dream. 】

Arno looked at the emotionless handwriting and said nothing.

The mission is written vaguely, but not so that people don't know the purpose.

"Redemption of fragmented dreams..."

Yano looked at the woman's pale face, both frail and powerless, without any confidence.

My task is nothing more than to help her fulfill her wish.

As for what that wish was, Arno already knew.

Do you want to do this task?
This choice never crossed Arno's mind from the very beginning.

This world is too strange, and Arno doesn't know much about it.

He came to this world without gaining knowledge or power, and had nothing but this hard and fragile skeleton.

Judging by the words at the beginning, this world is probably a game.

But that's all Arno knows.

He didn't know how to return to his own world.

The only thing that can be relied on is this inexplicable system.

Therefore, what Yano is hesitating is not whether he should take this task.

Rather, how to do this task.

Since this woman's dream is to be fulfilled—that is, her wish.

Then, you have to help this woman.

"..."

Arno looked at the woman's face again.

She was still so pale and beautiful, but her expression became even more bleak.

Just like the bright moon covered by dark clouds, her brilliance fell into trough and darkness at this moment.

"I know your purpose."

"I can help you."

Faint words without any emotion spit out from Yano's mouth.

She turned her head weakly and glanced at Yano, there seemed to be a sneer on her pretty face.

"Just relying on you, what can you do?"

After speaking the sarcasm, she was silent again.

Arno stared at her, thinking about how to persuade her.

This time, the system once again sounded that cold mechanical sound intimately.

[Reminder: You have unused skill points, which will expire in three hours, please use them as soon as possible. 】

Um?Skill points?

This can be regarded as an integral part of the game system, and Arnold is not a surprise.

"Maybe it was upgraded after killing the big dog?"

Arno touched the smooth mandible, thinking.

"Maybe, skills are useful for this scene."

Call out the system menu again, and it took a while to find the skill bar.

There are not many skills in it.

Yano saw the words [not transferred] written in the lower right corner.

Obviously, these few skills are useless.

However, Arno made an unexpected discovery.

"One-time skill?"

"Talking the truth?"

"Refresh after three hours?"

There is such a row of small characters in the upper left corner.

[Truth Telling Technique: Consume all skill points to gain the right to use a single target for 3 minutes. 】

"This is kind of useful."

"It's okay to try."

Resolutely, Yano exchanged his pitiful skill points and obtained the permission to use the truth-vomiting technique.

There is no messy knowledge poured into my mind, and there is no special feeling.

Naturally, Arno thought he would.

It is as natural as breathing air, as if it has been practiced for a long time and used many times.

Arno held out his hand to her.

The dark light gathered in Yano's hands, and then disappeared in a flash, entering the void and also entering her body.

Those empty eyes could see that the woman's already bleak expression became even more bleak, and she became numb.

"Tell me, how can you cooperate with me?"

Gazing into her eyes, Arno asked.

Those moist eyes seemed to be full of magic, captivating, not stained by the numbness on his face.

"You can't do anything."

"Just like me."

Without a puppet-like tone, she smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That is to say, you will not cooperate with me anyway?"

"...It's over, there's no need to do anything anymore."

She reached out and clenched her fist lightly.

"I am so powerless now, I am just a useless person."

"--I hate you."

She looked at Yano suddenly, a spark ignited in her eyes, and then went out with a "snap".

At this moment, she is so powerless even to hate.

Yano can be sure that no matter what words are said now, they can't shake her broken and messy heart.

Arno was neither her lover nor her friend.

They are just a pair of enemies who have just fought you to the death.

Therefore, Yanuo didn't intend to comfort her, but just changed the way of asking, said.

"How can you follow my orders?"

If you can't persuade, force it.

"……Ah."

For some reason, she smiled.

From inside the long, witch-like costume, she tossed Arno a piece of paper.

"Slave contract."

"You sign your name."

"In this way, you become the master and I become the servant."

There was no emotion in her words, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Yano knew that this was her act of giving up.

What I cast on her was only truth telling, not hypnosis.

She just exposed her broken heart completely.

Arno peeped into the dark corner and saw the shadow in her heart.

She's gone, nothing matters.

"Then, I'm welcome."

Glancing at the treaty, Arno signed it.

This is taking advantage of others, there is no doubt about it.

But so what?It is enough to achieve your goals.

For Yano now, a broken heart is much more useful than a complete heart.

"……Ah."

She took the contract, smiled again, and signed her name without hesitation.

As a result, light circulated on the two of them.

The effect of the truth-telling technique ended, but the effect of the contract appeared.

Arno could feel that his soul was entangled with hers.

With just one thought, I can make her die without a place to bury her.

Likewise, and because of this, Arno could feel that her soul was bleak.

But to Yano, it doesn't matter how she is.

"..."

The truth-telling technique was over, and she also returned to her original taciturnity.

For what happened to her, she did not express any opinion, nor was she angry at all.

"follow me."

Arno left the room.

She followed behind Arno.

(End of this chapter)