Congratulations, You've Become an NPC

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

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

[Hide the unique task has been turned on. 】

[Mission: Broken Dreams. 】

【grade:? ? ? 】

[Completion method: unknown]

[Completion reward: unknown]

[Details: Her soul is not dirty, and her character is not inferior; the superior gods heard her whispers and sent the chosen one in front of her, shattering her innocent delusions and wanting to lead her to the right direction. The right direction to redeem her shattered dreams. 】

Arno looked at the emotionless handwriting and said nothing.

The tasks are written very vaguely, but not so much that people don't know the purpose.

"Redemption of broken dreams..."

Arno looked at the woman's pale face. She was frail and weak at the same time, and could not see any confidence.

His mission is nothing more than to help her fulfill her wish.

As for what that wish is, Arno already knows.

Do you want to do this task?

This choice never entered Arno's mind from the beginning.

This world is too strange, and Arnold doesn't understand it.

He came into this world without gaining knowledge or strength. He had nothing but this hard and fragile skeleton.

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

But that's all Arno knew.

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

The only thing I can rely on is this inexplicable system.

Therefore, what Arno was hesitating about was not whether he should accept this task.

But, how to do this task.

Since we want to fulfill this woman's dream - that is, her wish.

Then, we have to help this woman.

"..."

Arno looked at the woman's face again.

She was still as pale and beautiful, but her look was even darker.

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 came out of Arno's mouth.

She turned her head weakly and glanced at Arno. There seemed to be a hint of sneer on her beautiful face.

"Only you, what can you do?"

After saying those sarcastic words, she became silent again.

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

At this time, the system once again sounded the cold mechanical sound.

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

Um? Skill points?

This can be considered an indispensable part of the game system, and Arnold is not an accident.

"Maybe you got a level up after killing the big dog?"

Arno touched his smooth mandible and thought.

"Maybe there are skills that are useful for this scene."

Calling out the system menu again, it took a short time to find the skill bar.

There aren't many skills in it.

Arno saw the words "Not transferred" written in the lower right corner.

Obviously, these few skills are of little use.

However, Arnold made an unexpected discovery.

"One-time skill?"

"Truth Truth?"

"Refresh in three hours?"

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

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

"This is of some use."

"It doesn't hurt to try."

Decisively, Yanuo exchanged his poor skill points and obtained the permission to use the Truth Technique.

There was no random knowledge poured into my mind, and there was no special feeling.

Naturally, Arnold felt that he knew it.

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

Arno held out his hand to her.

The dark light gathered in Arno's hand, and then flashed away, disappearing into the void and into her body.

It could be seen from those hollow eyes that the woman's already dim look became even more dim and became numb.

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

Arno asked, staring into her eyes.

Those moist eyes seemed to be full of magic, captivating and unaffected by the numbness on the face.

"You can't do anything."

"Just like me."

Instead of a puppet-like tone, she smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"In other words, you will not cooperate with me no matter what?"

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

She stretched out her hand and made a small fist.

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

"--I hate you."

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

At this moment, even her hatred was so powerless.

Arno was certain that no words could shake her broken and messy heart now.

Arnold was neither her lover nor her friend.

They were just a pair of enemies who had just fought to the death.

Therefore, Yanuo did not intend to comfort her, but changed the question and said.

"How can you obey my orders?"

If you can't persuade, then force it.

"……Ah."

For some reason, she smiled.

From the long, witch-like costume, she threw a piece of paper to Arno.

"Slave contract."

"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.

Arno knew that this was her act of giving up.

What he used on her was just truth-telling, not hypnosis.

She just exposed her broken heart completely.

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

Nothing mattered to her anymore.

"Then I won't be polite."

Glancing at the treaty, Arno signed his name.

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

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

For Arnold 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 True Truth is over, but the effect of the contract appears.

Arno could feel that his soul was entangled with hers.

With just one thought, he could kill her without a burial place.

Similarly, and because of this, Yano could feel that her soul was dim.

But to Arno, it didn't matter what she was like.

"..."

The truth-telling technique ended, and she returned to her original taciturn state.

She had no opinion or anger about what happened to her.

"follow me."

Arno left the room.

She followed Arno.