Weawoke one dayto an empty world, and our lives were changed forever.


    No-one knows how or why Generika''s saviours disappeared. One day, the Heroes from another world simply vanished, twinkling out of spacetime as though they never existed at all.


    The very foundations of our being were whipped out from under us. In that moment, every conscious inhabitant of Generika Online let out a scream of existential terror.


    Just as we couldn’t imagine our world before the Heroes'' arrival, we could barely process the concept of being abandoned. Our entire existence had revolved around them. We sold the Heroes goods and equipment, taught them vital [Skills], healed them, hired them, warped them acrosscontinents...


    Everyone had their part to play. Even I – NPC_RAND_4394, name tag “Quinn” – assisted our saviours. I spent my days minding the entrance to Choboja Village, where new Heroes landed upon travelling to our world for the first time.


    It wasn''t easy. During the height of the Heroes'' arrival, Iaddressed entire crowds simultaneously, greeting everyone with identical words and assigning them identical quests.Looking back, I wonder how Iever survived such a mindless job.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    I never complained, though.No-onedid. While the Heroes were present, we helpless denizens of Generika were inexplicably bound to our roles. From my first moment of consciousness to the day the Heroes vanished, I never left my post by the Choboja gate. I''m not sure that Iever got to sit down. My memories of that life are a disjointed haze—


    But what''s passed is passed. With the gift of freedom at my disposal, I''ve shed the role of ''tutorial character'' in exchange for a nobler purpose.


    New Generika''s justcrawlingwith danger. Without the Heroes around to protect us, we''ve got to protect each other... so that''s what I''m going to do. I spent my entire existence asking visitors from another world to squash angry jellies for Choboja''s sake. Now it''smyturn to play.


    My[Attributes] may be abysmal, and my [Skill Tree]may be empty, but nothing''s impossible now that we NPCs enjoy true autonomy. I don''t want to be a legend. I don''t want fame, fortune, or shiny god-tier drops. So long as I''m useful, I''ll be happy—but first, I need to get pastLv. 1.


    Don''t give up on me just yet, alright?