As a Reincarnated NPC, I Want to Live a Peaceful Life - Chapter 30

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Name: Tsukimi Jūri
Age: 11
Status: 【Wanted】
Form Status: BOSS / Kid
[Normal Mode ing]
(Extra Switch: “Sanction” — Ignores enemy special BUFF bonuses)
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Attack: ??
Speed: ?
Magic: ???
Strength: ?
Growth Potential: ∞
Precision: A-
Mental Power: A
Airheaded: C / Wisdom: A+
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Oral Cavity: Damaged — Recovering
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Innate Attributes: 【Energetic】 【Forced Recall】 【KRYY’s Blood】 【Recovery Healing】

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Pupils dilated, speech slurred, drooling uncontrollably, abnormal strength. Her mind is being controlled, and with the unknown physical enhancement on top of that, her body no longer obeys her, does it?

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, a little girl’s neck seems slender and delicate, easy to break with a single misstep. But during this time of survival (constantly getting owned), I’ve become well aware of my own capabilities—

If you’re not a true warrior, you can’t really hurt me. Besides, my opponent is just an innocent maid.

“What… are you… doing…. Let go.” My words are still unclear, and of course, I don’t expect her to understand in her current state.

So I take direct action—

I grip one of her arms with my left hand, while my right hand forcibly pries her fingers one by one from my neck. I do the same with her other arm.

After pinning both her hands against the wall, the maid continues to struggle, shouting wildly, spittle flying everywhere—completely out of her mind.

I considered killing her and staging it to look like a sexual assault. But that would be unfair to her. She was just a maid doing her nightly rounds, just recently working peacefully—

So, I didn’t do it.

[Time, Stop]

Like an old TV flickering to life, the colorful world turns monochrome, with only the urgent, pressing sound of gears ticking. Honestly, the old me would have found this sound “enjoyable,” probably growing impatient and restless.

But I’ve gotten used to it now.

…..

Please stay put and don’t move. If you struggle, what if I accidentally kill you?

I go to the storage room next door (probably a room where players dump their useless items) and find a hemp rope that, compared to an average man’s strength, is quite sturdy.

For an average woman, especially a maid who works indoors, even if enhanced, her maximum strength is probably close to that of an ordinary man—I just need to make sure she can’t break free.

In this frozen world, no one can interfere with what I do. I could just leave, but considering she might cause a commotion in the mansion, I turn back and tie her up.

(…The one who survives the duel can draw the final period for this world…)

“Ugh… my vision’s a bit blurry… Is the frostbite acting up again?” Well, the frostbite isn’t really a big deal anymore. The only important thing is not to trouble others. Once you do, it sets off a chain of troublesome events.

First, I got involved with Nars Saintroya and came to 【Malates】. Then I got involved with Earful Estelle, leading to this current situation.

Ah, what’s the use of complaining now? I feel like I’ve made the original “quests” related to them even more troublesome…

But it’s not really my concern—

“Eek! You… you, what are you doing?!” A light shines on us, and a female voice rings out, laced with extreme panic.

The voice doesn’t sound like Lia the maid. In the stark contrast of light and shadow, I can vaguely make out her slender figure. I can’t see her face clearly, but she must have gotten a perfect view of mine.

The controlled maid is already tied up, “struggling desperately” in front of me. For convenience, I’m kneeling on top of her. To an outsider, this looks like a role-reversed kidnapping—

“You, get away from her, or else…” Perhaps because I’m just a child, she doesn’t scream to gather others. But because her colleague is restrained, she’s wary of me.

After that, I quietly stand up and step back. The maid holding the lamp cautiously approaches her sister.

“Don’t… go near her…” My voice is a bit soft; she probably only sees my mouth moving. Seeing her pay no heed and starting to untie the ropes—

From the corridor she came from, a ‘clack, clack’ sound emerges. It immediately draws the attention of both me and the maid. It sounds like metal balls or screws rolling on the floor—there’s probably a kitchen or another storage room down that way—

“Is that your accomplice? Little girl?” The maid glances down the dark hallway, then turns back to ask me. I shake my head according to the situation, then point to my mouth.

“Can’t speak?”

I nod, about to continue explaining, but in the next instant, a face pops out from the adjacent hallway—the one in front of the storage room. It’s a human face, but its pallor rivals snow, with pointed ears (though not as long as an elf’s) on the sides, and a slightly reddish player status bar above its head.

Yes, indeed, this guy is actually a player.

And that devilish charm… Too bad things like 【Charm】 have no effect on me. He’s the spitting image of a male vampire. To put it nicely, he’s a male supernatural being.

He’s splattered with bloodstains, as if doused by a wave of blood… Wait, why is there a vampire here? Did my previous flag just come true? His status bar info looks a bit different—is he from the West? Can you play as a different race in this game? Interesting—

Wait, why am I overthinking this? It’s not like I’m playing a game.

After a few seconds of eye contact, he starts speaking. His voice is just like that 【Cafe】 owner from before, trying to worm its way into my brain. But he seems less skilled; his verbal attack isn’t very effective.

“Greetings. My apologies for disturbing you.”

I ignore him and look toward the hallway where the metallic sound came from. Sure enough, in an instant, my eyes catch a figure moving from left to right.

There are definitely other vampires in this mansion. His sudden appearance was just a diversion to capture our attention, allowing his companion to move quickly.

A clever method, but the purpose is too obvious.

“Eek!! I-It’s… it’s a Blood Clan…” The maid holding the flickering lamp begins to tremble, her voice and body shaking with fear. She doesn’t care about her colleague’s condition anymore, stepping backward step by step.

Well, I understand why she’d do that. Everyone, even me, thinks about saving their own skin first.

As for the vampire, his gaze initially flickers between me and the maid, but finally settles on me. He looks quite interested in me. It seems he witnessed me subduing the frenzied maid. Or perhaps, he’s the one responsible for all this.

I’ve heard that non-human races can be quite powerful, especially unknown races upon first encounter. Think about the non-human races in novel-based films—how many times have they crushed the main cast?

“What… exactly… are you?” I try to enunciate as clearly as possible, since certain races (like elves, blood clans, beastmen) have much sharper senses than humans, and their hearing should be pretty good too.

“What am I? Isn’t it obvious?”

A blood clan member trespassing into human territory without permission can be publicly executed—he should know that well. Unless he’s part of some large-scale territory seizure plan, sent here to infiltrate? A war between guilds?

I pretend to size him up, and instantly he appears right in front of me (of course, I react quickly enough not to be startled).

So, I grab him by the collar and execute a simple shoulder throw. He hits the ground, pupils contracted, face full of disbelief. Vampires aren’t that strong, but for me, this is child’s play.

“That’s… for sneaking up on people… Consider it payback.” Out of habit, after a shoulder throw (or similar martial arts move), I tend to stomp hard on the opponent’s face to finish them off. I remember the last time I used it was when goblins in the Spirit Light Forest tried something shady, so I threw the troublemaker leader and followed up with a stomp.

(Washing blood off my feet and sandals is such a hassle)

I catch myself—I can’t just kill creatures recklessly—and nearly stomp down. Doing that would only panic the maid, inevitably waking everyone up and exposing my strength.

“Wait, wait!! Little girl, stop!” He starts begging for mercy. The fight hasn’t even started, and he’s already pleading. A man begging a little girl—what does that mean?

Just three words: this man is “not simple.”

Seeing the situation turning sour, the maid immediately flees, her high heels clacking sharply against the floor. Her goal is surely to rouse others in the mansion—but what I anticipated happens: her footsteps don’t get far before they stop, followed by a “thud.”

As expected, there are others, or other blood clan members.

I don’t care anymore. He’s already witnessed my strength; whatever I do next won’t cross any line. So I haul him up from the floor, gripping his neck tightly…

Although it’s probably useless against a vampire, it’s enough to restrain him. Vampires do have regenerative abilities that allow them to “revive,” but that only applies to specific cases (like those turned by artifacts such as the “Onyx Mask”). For ordinary vampires and even blood clan members, just beating them half to death works fine.

Especially since my opponent is a player; his HP probably drops faster than his body deteriorates, making it easier for me.

“Cough!! Cough! Li-Little girl… you’re, really strong…”

“Obviously… You saw it… didn’t you?” My speech is becoming clearer; seems my throat is recovering well.

He’s quite tall, around 180 cm. I estimate I’m only about 150 cm. So when I grip his neck, his lower body inevitably drags on the ground—

I “lead” him, step by step, down the hallway. Of course, he tries to break free, but his strength is no match for mine. Eventually, he gives up struggling.

The hallway is empty. Ahead, a floor-to-ceiling window reveals the jade-white disc of the night moon. Moonlight spills in, painting the redwood floor a bright white.

No signs of any other beings. 【Soul Perspective】 doesn’t detect any stirrings either. Even the earlier maid and her lamp have vanished without a trace—how was that done? Teleportation magic or a scroll? If it’s invisibility, 【Soul Perspective】 should have picked up a trace.

So I turn my gaze to the male blood clan member in my grip. He actually turns his head away. Well, if you won’t talk and he won’t show himself, I’ll just have to make an example out of you.

“Huh? Little girl, why’d you stop all of a sudden? I-I can’t betray my comrades!” Quite the sense of justice, huh? Why choose now to be stubborn? Don’t you know your own situation?

“Die….”

Then, my actions become very practiced. A hodgepodge of spells—who could withstand that?

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