I ACCIDENTALLY BECAME THE GUILD THERAPIST
Chapter 1: Did I Die and Reincarnate… as an NPC?
ARC I: THE ACADEMIC EXILE
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SYNOPSIS: Livia Quinn's death catapulted her into a chaotic isekai world. However, instead of becoming a sword-wielding Hero or a fire-slinging mage, she awakens as the most pathetic non-combat support unit imaginable: a Mental Supporter Lv. 1—an 'Emotional Buffer' for Adventurers. Amidst the pandemonium of a war camp, Livia must confront the reality that she was reincarnated to be nothing more than emotional furniture.
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Death arrived with a screech and the aroma of stale croissants flung into the air.
A humiliating finale to an already pathetic life.
Livia Marcelline Quinn, failed Psychology Major, opened her eyes not in heaven or a hospital, but in a waiting room radiating bad neon light. The walls pulsed. The air hummed like a glitching server.
"What the hell?" she whispered, her head throbbing.
A robotic, cold, and disjointed voice sliced through the silence: "Respawning into host world… Emotional Buffer 2.0, designation: Mental Supporter Lv. 1, generated. System integrity: 87%."
Buffer. Like a cushion.
Like a listening couch.
A transparent interface flared in front of her face—a video game HUD with a personal vendetta. The stats listed were the epitome of uselessness: Strength: 0. Agility: 0. Magic: 0. The only standout was EmotionalResilience: Error: Pending Review.
Class: Mental Supporter Lv. 1.
Inventory: An itchy gray robe, worn sandals, and a "Therapist's Log" notepad with a font that seemed to mock her from its default template.
"What the hell is this?" Livia swiped at the screen, trying to find a Fire Mage or Swordmaster option. The screen flashed red: Class selection locked. Combat protocols: null. Proceed to emotional support subroutine.
Isekai'd into a customer service simulation.
Her reflection in the wall showed the same Livia: shoulder-length black hair, soft features, and a gaze that plainly said, 'I did not sign up for this.'
[Achievement Unlocked: Accidentally Empathetic. Passive Skill Learned: Suppress Panic Lv. 0.1]
"Great," she hissed, clutching her robe. "The game's already making fun of me."
This wasn't reincarnation.
It was a cosmic joke.
Sliding doors opened with a whoosh, and Livia was greeted by synchronized chaos.
This was a chaotic MMORPG Base Camp. Players in glowing armor dashed around, yelling about "raid wipes" and "nerfed metas." NPCs flickered, peddling potions with overly wide smiles and looping voice lines. The stench of sweat, steel, and burnt mana assaulted Livia's introverted senses.
She stepped forward, clutching her notepad like a lifeline from her old existence.
This had to be a coma dream. This had to be dissociation.
Or… hell disguised as fantasy fiction.
A nearby player screamed at an NPC about a "trash quest," while another bragged about soloing a dungeon boss. Livia's psychology instincts twitched, uninvited.
Poor coping mechanisms. Needs external validation.
[Achievement Unlocked: Overthinking Simulator. +10 Anxiety Points]
"Shut up!" she muttered, waving at the air.
An NPC approached. His tunic read "Quest Support Unit 4.7." His smile was unnerving, his eyes glitching between blue and static.
"Greetings, Emotional Buffer 2.0!" he droned. "Subroutine: Mental Supporter. Directive: Remain in camp, process adventurer emotional data, log output, avoid quest interference. Combat module: deprecated. Query: ready for initialization?"
"You're calling me an Emotional Buffer? I'm a therapist? I failed half my classes!" Livia threw her hands up. "I'm incompetent!"
"Directive: process emotional data," the NPC repeated, handing her a scroll written in Comic Sans. "System appreciates compliance!" He glitched away, already droning at another NPC.
Task: Listen to Adventurer grievances. Offer comfort. Logsessions. Avoid combat.
"This is insane," Livia muttered, pacing. "I'm trapped in a video game, and my job is to be a feelings dumpster? What kind of isekai hero gets this?" She watched players brandishing flaming swords and summoning dragons.
They were saving the world.
I'm… emotional furniture.
She slumped onto a rickety bench. The camp's chaos swirled around her, but she felt detached, like a glitch in someone else's story.
Am I dead?
The motorcycle. The scattered croissants.
Or am I just… this?
She was never enough in her old life—not as a student, not as a daughter, not even as a person. Her parents' sighs, her friends' pity, the mirror showing someone always lacking—it all crashed down on her.
Maybe this was punishment. An eternity as a useless NPC.
She laughed bitterly, her signature dry humor surfacing. "Livia Quinn: patron saint of emotional furniture." She doodled a sad stick figure in her notepad.
[Achievement Unlocked: Self-Deprecation Master. +5 Sarcasm Points]
This game truly sucked.
The camp continued to roar—players bickering, NPCs looping, a mage accidentally setting a tent on fire. Livia stayed put, her introverted instincts screaming at her to remain unseen.
Blend into the background. Ride out this nightmare.
However, as a warhorn blared, signaling the arrival of the infamous guild Bloodbath & Beyond, Livia's stomach clenched.
Her time in hiding was about to end.
And perhaps, her role as an 'Emotional Buffer' was about to be tested by sword-wielding psychopaths.
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[END OF CHAPTER 1]
Continued in Chapter 2: The Most Chaotic Guild in the World