Who Made Her an NPC?!

Chapter 166 : From Star Sea Succubus to Savior Saint, Even NPCs Are Getting Addicted to Fu

Chapter 166: From Star‑Sea Succubus to Savior Saintess, even NPCs fall for Fufu’s addiction 

No matter which faction one belonged to, even in the three great cosmic civilizations, special professions such as high‑level mechanics, mages, and psionic illustrators were highly valued.

Because they were not only powerful themselves, but the mechanical equipment, magic scrolls or prayer cards they produced could also make others stronger. Who would despise such top‑tier support?

Fufu’s production of prayer cards—even if it only raised the average survival time on the battlefield of the Star‑Web Commonality’s Tianhu‑Star resistance troops by one minute—was enough to significantly affect the battlefield situation.

Based on this recognition, Manu did not hesitate to issue a new commission to Fufu.

【Temporary Commission – Prayer Card Supply】

【Mission Briefing: …】

【Mission Objective: Provide as many prayer cards as possible in support of the Star‑Web Commonality’s Tianhu‑Star resistance forces】

【Reward: Reward depends on contribution level】

Fufu glanced at the mission description.

The reward was extremely generous: Manu promised to supply her with raw materials for the prayer cards, and after she manufactured them he would pay an additional sum of money to purchase the cards. Besides that, she would also gain massive experience and the favor of the Star‑Web Commonality faction.

Very good, very strong!

But in Fufu’s view, what was currently most valuable in the hands of the Star‑Web Commonality was not money — it was their mastery of advanced knowledge and various blueprints. The knowledge circulating in the trading centre was mostly general‑purpose; rare or higher‑tier knowledge was strictly controlled by the major powers.

One of Fufu’s aims in accepting Scarlet Leaf’s invitation was precisely to use that relationship to obtain the advanced knowledge held by Star‑Pact. Now that Manu was asking a favour of her, how could she let this good opportunity slip?

“Better to exchange the money for advanced knowledge. Money can be earned later; once advanced knowledge is missed, it becomes hard to obtain.

“If there’s no advanced knowledge in the psionic system, then any other system’s advanced knowledge works — I can use it to squeeze player experience.”

With that thought, Fufu decisively put forward a request: “I agree to your commission, but I have a proposal — I want to exchange the money for a different reward.”

Manu hesitated for a moment, then hurried to ask: “What reward do you want?”

“One module of S‑rank advanced knowledge in the psionic system.”

Manu’s brow furrowed slightly. It wasn’t that he disliked Fufu’s proposal — he simply worried that the Joint Council might refuse, thereby breaking the cooperation they had painstakingly achieved.

“I’ll go ask.”

Unexpectedly for both Manu and Fufu, the Joint Council did not directly refuse. “You want S‑rank advanced knowledge? As long as you can prove your value — forget one module, I’ll give you two straight!” they offered.

Fufu was taken aback — this carrot was nearly as good as the card she once drew for players. It seemed the Star‑Web Commonality was serious this time — even at great cost they were determined to thoroughly solve the flood disaster. She felt her spirit ignite.

After fighting through three game versions, she was no longer the Fufu who’d just been a background character. Now she was the protagonist! Setting a challenge goal? Fine, fine. This time she had to devour that carrot — not just devour, but relish it.

“Advanced knowledge, prayer‑card blueprints, assembly‑line blueprints, credit‑points, experience, reputation — I want them all!” When she squeezed players, Fufu had never held back; facing the Star‑Web Commonality she was even less likely to show mercy. A succubus who pities beauty — can she still be called a succubus? The only thing left was to devour.

“Do you have any other demands?” Manu asked.

Fufu shook her head. She didn’t immediately propose more demands; doing so would only lower the other side’s favour and risk breaking the cooperation. She believed that as the battle turned difficult, Manu would come to her voluntarily — that would be her harvest day!

While Manu went to prepare the raw materials for prayer‑card production, Fufu immediately summoned Green‑Clay and the others. She directed Green‑Clay and Scarlet Leaf’s original subordinates — Black Fufu, two Large Black Fufu, and some players to guard the city walls. As for Yulia, Anya, and Xia‑Shi she had other arrangements.

“Anya, you’re in charge of providing mental relief to anyone under extreme pressure; when you’re free, observe how Manu is commanding the battle.”

“Xia‑Shi, you go help the Star‑Web Commonality with mechanical repairs; see if you can learn something from that.”

“Yulia, stay by my side; when my psionic energy consumption is too high, help me recharge.”

Having assigned everyone their tasks, Fufu went straight to the workspace that Manu had temporarily allocated to her. As soon as she entered, she pulled out a stack of Small Black Fufu cards. After the level‑up she now could control up to 100+10 Small Black Fufu at once. Even without skill bonuses, her card‑production efficiency was already four to five times what it had been back on Apogee‑Origin‑Star.

“Come out, my Small Black Fufu legion!”

At her signal, the Small Black Fufu cards shattered; in just over ten seconds the workspace was filled with the Small Black Fufu. They lined up in neat square formation, facing Fufu, awaiting orders.

Fufu waved her hand and gave the command: “Begin work!”

Like pressing a mysterious switch, all the Small Black Fufu sprang into action. They sat cross‑legged on the floor, their hands flying rapidly, and began using the raw materials laid out in front of them to manufacture prayer cards.

Producing prayer cards required raw materials plus a great deal of psionic energy. Conveniently, on her return to Apogee‑Origin‑Star this time, Fufu had specifically obtained a large number of energy­collectors already charged from Anya’s mysterious shop.

Although she had left Apogee‑Origin‑Star some time ago, under her training the town’s players had long cultivated the habit of randomly visiting Anya’s mysterious shop for a ritual — since praying once could grant a blessing, and accumulating enough blessings gave shopping discounts. Good things like that should not go unused.

…

That same day.

After being continuously struck by Scarlet Leaf and the players, the Dark‑Region Zerg seemed a bit restless and sent more ordinary bugs into the battlefield. Their first wave of attack thus entered its climax.

Faced with that horrifying bug tide, as though standing black mobile walls, even Scarlet Leaf dared not blindly charge forward at this moment. She was not afraid of ordinary bugs, nor of full­grown bugs — but bio‑warships and brain‑bugs were threats she had to guard against.

As Scarlet Leaf retreated, the players also ceased their sorties. Relying on the mechanical city walls and working with other NPCs, they began to resist the bug tide.

Boom! Boom! Even at a distance Fufu could still hear the roar of giant cannons and the booming of missile shots. When she looked up, she saw in the sky sweeping laser‑nets and special incendiary bombs with long trailing tails.

This was her first time witnessing such bloody war.

The cannon fire roared, and amid the bug tide it stirred plumes of thick smoke and shock‑waves. Mechs and battle­blades swept across, knocking down all bugs that tried to crawl beneath the walls. Facing the swarming corpses, the bugs arriving later hesitated not for a moment — they charged into the steel rain and the energy storm, stepping over the broken bodies of their comrades.

They were fragile, yet their fearlessness compensated for that fragility.

Everyone’s faces were grave. At first, seeing bugs blown apart they could still feel their blood boiling and mutter curses — but as time passed, they gradually grew numb. The bug numbers were simply too many; standing on the mechanical city wall they saw a hellish scroll with no visible end.

If anyone could remain excited at this moment, it was undoubtedly the players.

“Hell yeah! Battle’s exhilarating! Earning experience even more so!”

Seeing them so pumped, Fufu felt pumped too! Once this commission ended, it’d be time to squeeze these players hard — with the amount of experience these players were accumulating, she should get a harvest no less than when she returned to Apogee‑Origin‑Star.

Boom! At that moment the door of the workspace was suddenly pushed open. Manu walked in with a grave expression. He had come for the prayer cards.

“Those bugs are weak, but the acid they spit can cause huge corrosion to the mechanical wall. We can’t let them destroy the wall in this first attack, otherwise later we’ll be at a serious disadvantage. I’ve organized an assault squad to attack from the flank, to draw the bugs’ attention. How many psionic‑shield cards have you produced now?” he asked.

Manu actually did not have high hopes — time was too tight, and only one and a half hours had passed since his cooperation with Fufu. What he did not expect was that Fufu directly produced two stacks of cards.

“How many?”

“908 cards.”

Manu was stunned; he momentarily suspected Fufu had sacrificed quality for quantity. But after testing one psionic‑shield card he realised how shallow his judgement was. The cards were uniformly standardised, stable in effect, and almost flawless.

“How did you manage it?” Manu’s heart surged with shock.

Fufu pointed to the still‑working Small Black Fufu next to her: “Too bad — if I had my card production assembly‑line here, I could’ve produced even more.” She deliberately emphasised “assembly‑line” and sighed.

Manu’s mind moved: “Could you set up an assembly‑line here?”

Fufu shrugged: “That assembly‑line wasn’t built by me personally. To set one up here, first we’d need its blueprints.”

Manu hurriedly checked the price of the blueprints. After seeing the high cost, the corner of his mouth twitched — he couldn’t afford it. He must ask the Joint Council for their opinion.

He took the prayer cards and hurried away. Time was of the essence. Five minutes later, accompanied by the bombardment of the particle cannon, the assault squad charged through the newly blasted gap. The squad’s members were hand‑picked by Manu; each had a strength of at least B‑rank. Together they surged like a battle vehicle, roaring and pounding through the bug tide.

They rampaged through the bug swarm; despite their strength their energy shield in the left hand was shattered after repeated impacts. In a critical moment the assaulted soldier pulled out a psionic‑shield card.

Hum!

He was knocked flying, but when he hit the ground his body was unharmed; countless acid blobs flew at him but when they were about to touch his skin they were blocked and fell powerless to the ground.

“So this is the effect of the psionic shield?” The assault squad members were shocked. The shield was invisible and did not affect their movement, yet it could block most attacks.

Their morale instantly surged: with a psionic shield to guard us, I’m not afraid of you lame bugs!  

Kill! Kill! Kill! 

For a time the assault squad exhibited a bravery in no way inferior to that of the players. They opened fire with full force and wrecked everything in their path, successfully drawing the attention of a large number of bugs. The defenders on the wall took this chance to pour artillery fire incessantly.

This battle lasted a full two days before the scale of the bug tide finally diminished and faded out altogether. Looking outside the city walls at the devastation, apart from the players, no one could smile.

Manu’s brow was clouded with gloom.

Manu’s brows were tightly furrowed in gloom.

If Tianhu Star weren’t so special—if it weren’t for the need to draw the insects’ attention and buy time for the main fleet—they could’ve just carpet‑bombed these ordinary bugs with ship cannons. Why would they have to fight so bitterly?

“I hope more people survive after this war ends.”

Manu already felt the pressure mounting. This flood disaster was unlike anything he had ever seen.

Thankfully, the mercenaries and Undying Ones were giving it their all, and with the divine effectiveness of the psionic shield cards produced by Fufu, their side hadn’t suffered any major casualties in this round of conflict. But things would get harder from here on out.

Death followed like a shadow.

The only good news now was that the higher‑ups had approved his application. He promptly handed the newly received blueprint for the [Prayer Card Assembly Line] to Fufu.

Fufu immediately studied the blueprint.

【You have mastered the blueprint [Prayer Card Assembly Line]】

It’s here—finally here!

The pleasant system chime rang out. Fufu suppressed the excitement in her heart.

This blueprint was worth 330,000 credit coins! The money she just saved could buy her over a dozen low‑purity psionic crystals!

“Give me half a day.”

In reality, it took Fufu only five hours to build two full assembly lines. While the per‑card output speed of the lines didn’t match that of her fully focused Small Black Fufu, their advantage lay in continuous, uninterrupted production and scalability. Operating the assembly lines was simple too—each one only needed two Small Black Fufu to oversee.

And the rest of the Small Black Fufu… of course, they kept making cards.

This was prime time for making money and earning reputation—there was no such thing as rest for her Small Black Fufu!

“Get cracking on a 007 shift until you drop!”

With the coordination between the Small Black Fufu and the assembly lines, Fufu’s card production efficiency increased significantly.

Watching the stacks of prayer cards, Manu couldn’t help letting out a long breath. Fufu really was a reliable person!

Although the Star‑Web Commonality had paid a hefty price for these cards, it had all been worth it.

On the fourth day of the commission, the Dark‑Region Zerg launched a new wave of attack. This time, a large number of adult bugs appeared among the ordinary ones. The adult bugs came in many forms with diverse combat styles, covering everything from underground to aerial attacks—some excelled in melee, others in toxic fog, and some in ranged assaults. Their strength was also exceptional, with even the weakest ones being B‑rank, and occasional appearances of A‑rank adults.

When facing a flood disaster, this stage of engagement was often the most dangerous.

To halt the advance of the adults, a great deal of elite power would typically fall. Their assault destroyed many weapons and equipment, and once that destruction crossed a certain threshold, it could trigger a chain reaction, leading from localized failure to total collapse—ending with countless people perishing in the insect bellies.

Manu was extremely concerned about this scenario. But after receiving a large supply of Fufu’s prayer cards, the previously flagging morale had suddenly surged.

Those prayer cards were just too useful.

Encounter danger? Use a Psionic Shield card. Surrounded? Drop a Falling Demon Gravel or Dark Thorns. Can’t win and want to run? Spatial Distortion, of course.

Some who had been pushed to the brink of mental collapse in previous battles made miraculous recoveries after experiencing Anya’s mental soothing and the effects of the prayer cards.

A miracle cure! Doctor Fufu!

“Adult bugs, huh? Powerful—but more powerful than Fufu?”

“Fufu is invincible! Hahaha!”

“Kill, kill, kill! Taste the divine wrath of Goddess Fufu’s Falling Demon Gravel!”

Manu noticed the camp atmosphere had gotten a bit strange.

At first, only the Undying Ones liked to sneak into Fufu’s workshop to watch her. But now, even many of his own subordinates were drawn to her.

And these folks weren’t just watching—they were actively bonding with the Undying Ones.

“Do you even understand the charm of a Star‑Sea Succubus?”

“Scram, scram, scram—Fufu’s mine! Nothing to talk about with you.”

“If you’ve joined the Fu Sect, then we are brothers under the same sect. Show proper respect from now on.”

Fufu quite enjoyed this level of popularity. She had no aversion to being a fan-favorite idol. After all, she had been one before—and gaining reputation was always a good thing.

40... 100... 270...

In just a few days, her reputation within the Star‑Web Commonality was about to hit 300!

Manu’s reaction was rather different. If it were just some people acting insane, that’d be one thing. But under their influence, more and more people were catching the “Fufu Fever.”

They even gave her a nickname in private—“Savior Saintess.” To be honest, the title fit quite well in this context. Without Fufu’s efforts, most of them would’ve likely died in earlier operations.

Manu fully acknowledged Fufu’s contributions. The only issue was—he cared a lot about appearances.

Damn it, could you people act more properly?! Even if you’re addicted to Fufu, don’t flaunt it out here! Now look—what do the Star‑Pact folks and other mercenaries think of us!?

...

Scarlet Leaf glanced around in every direction.

“You… you two—what are you doing?!”

She’d only meant to swing by Fufu’s workshop after a break to see how the prayer cards were made—and maybe report a battlefield update. But the moment she pushed open the door, she saw Fufu and Yulia tangled together, exchanging sharp words—sparring verbally and physically, seemingly very engaged.

Scarlet Leaf’s brain froze on the spot.

Of course, she knew what they were doing. She wasn’t some naive maiden who thought holding hands got you pregnant.

But precisely because she knew, her mind went into total mush.

So that’s how you play?!

It felt like a whole new world had opened up for her.

Scarlet Leaf stood frozen at the door, unsure whether she should step back. Probably should, right? But… she couldn’t help watching.

Cute girls sticking close—it was really something!

As she hesitated, Fufu and Yulia suddenly each took a step back. Then, Yulia reached out her right hand and lightly wiped the moisture from the corner of Fufu’s lips.

“All done.”

In fact, Yulia had already sensed Scarlet Leaf approaching when she’d reached the door—but so what? Let her see—what’s the big deal? Some relationships weren’t meant to be hidden—they were to be displayed boldly!

She turned around, nodded calmly to Scarlet Leaf, then walked to a chair and casually picked up a book to read.

Scarlet Leaf opened her mouth, and blurted without thinking, “I’m sorry to disturb you! Should I leave now so you can, uh… continue?”

Fufu rolled her eyes. “You’ve misunderstood. Yulia was helping me recharge my mana. The method’s just a bit… special.”

“Recharge mana?”

“Yep—restore psionic energy. Running the prayer card assembly line and maintaining the Small Black Fufu consume a lot of it. If it weren’t for her recharging me in time, I couldn’t have produced this many prayer cards.”

Scarlet Leaf tilted her head: “Sounds amazing. Is that one of Yulia’s special abilities?”

Fufu nodded. “That’s right.”

Scarlet Leaf suddenly got excited: “Can she recharge me too?”

If possible, she could fight even longer!

Yulia didn’t even turn her head. “No. Only Fufu. No one else.”

Scarlet Leaf felt disappointed. “Ah… so it’s a personal ability.”

Fufu: “……”

Are you seriously that naive?

“Supervisor Scarlet Leaf, what did you come to find me for?”

Fufu quickly changed the topic. Scarlet Leaf immediately remembered: “I came to check in—and also to tell you Manu’s new discovery. He says the second wave of the bug tide feels off. The first wave was already larger than usual—but aside from a strong start, the second wave never showed the strength it should have. Even now, the first defense line hasn’t fallen. He thinks something’s not right and wants to hear other opinions.”

Fufu’s brow tightened.

The reward for this commission was high, so its difficulty definitely wouldn’t be low. So if you asked her for an opinion, her reply was the same as Yuanfang’s—

“There’s something fishy going on!”

“I think those bugs are brewing something. Be cautious.” Fufu warned.

Scarlet Leaf nodded, not saying more. She wasn’t good at analyzing twists and turns—better leave it to Green‑Clay and Fufu.

...

Sea Lion System. A region of space near Tianhu Star.

The man Holt, recently assigned by the Secret Tower to investigate the destruction of the Singularity Company, opened his communicator with a blank expression.

He’d received intelligence—from an undercover agent the Secret Tower had planted on Tianhu Star. The report detailed Fufu’s situation and the current battlefield.

“Savior Saintess, huh?”

What an interesting title.

But what intrigued Holt more was that by comparing this intel with that of the person who’d attacked the Singularity Company that day—he was now 100% certain: Fufu, Dark Moon, and Silver Moon were the same person.

And with that, he could finally retrieve the mother sample of the Dissociative Agent that had gone missing.

“I’ll disguise myself as a helpful bystander and join the other Psionicists heading to Tianhu Star as volunteers. If anything goes wrong, contact me immediately.”

Holt sent his reply.

One day later, during the intense tug-of-war between the Dark‑Region Zerg and the defenders over the mechanical city wall at the first defense line, Manu suddenly received an urgent message from an informant:

“What? A passionate volunteer came to Tianhu Star on their own!?”