Chapter 82.1: Forcing Plotlines on NPCs
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 82.1: Forcing Plotlines on NPCs

Hal Maxwell, whether judged by the moral standards of Chinese people or natives of the Navalon Continent, would undoubtedly be classified as a scoundrel.

He was unquestionably self-serving, cold-hearted, and capable of adapting to any circumstances; at least, he would lower his head for the sake of his comrades. In an orderly society, he would certainly be unwelcome, but when placed in a gray area where law was non-existent, he could still hold a leadership position in a small team or organization.

In short, whatever could move Rex certainly didn't hold the same for Hal. He patiently listened to Blossoming Strokes introduce the situation of those three rescued individuals and responded by laughing.

Not only did he respond with mockery, but Hal also rolled his eyes at the players as if they were idiots. "What does that have to do with me? Why would I want to meet such disgusting scum?"

Players: "What the heck?!"

Blossoming Strokes raised a hand to signal everyone to not rush into criticizing. Then, still brimming with confidence, she looked toward Hal and asked, "Are you sure, Hal? Have you really decided to not lend a hand to help Ossirian and the other two?"

Hal had only listened to these undead because he had nothing better to do. Now his patience was nearly spent, so he waved his hand dismissively, shooing them away. "Cut the crap and scram. Get out of my tent."

"Do you still remember Jim?" asked Blossoming Strokes.

Hal's annoyed expression instantly froze.

Blossoming Strokes continued calmly, "Your friend from the industrial city in the north of the Kenyan Empire you met when schooling… Wait, no. Jim couldn't have met you while you were still studying at a prestigious institution. You met him after you stopped going to school. You let Jim die before, didn't you?"

Hal's stiff face turned grim, and the skin around his eyes tightened. He stared at Blossoming Strokes with a murderous look that could kill.

The threat of death was something that players least cared about, so even though Hal closely resembled a real e

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