I ACCIDENTALLY BECAME A GUILD THERAPIST
Chapter 9 – NSFW Side Quest from the Outside World
ARC I: THE ACADEMIC EXILE
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SYNOPSIS: Livia, Mental Supporter Lv. 3, seeks a moment of peace at the Nexus Bazaar but is immediately ambushed by a notorious player hacker named LiviaFan69. The fanboy, who hacked the server seeking a "waifu selfie," is quickly intercepted by the Bloodbath & Beyond guild, whose extreme protectiveness forces Livia to set a boundary. The encounter—fueled by the fanboy's unexpected vulnerability—not only levels Livia up but also defines her new role as the guild's fiercely guarded mascot.
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Livia Marcelline Quinn, Mental Supporter Lv. 3 and accidental server celebrity, was drowning in her Therapist's Log. Its pages were a chaotic testament to the Bloodbath & Beyond guild's madness: Bron: Existential blacksmithing. Nyx: Dark phobia, awkward crush. Phina: Slime romance. Alaric: Betting on fires.
Today, she'd escaped the base camp for a quieter corner of the Aethelgard's MMORPG world—a sprawling marketplace hub called the Nexus Bazaar. Players bartered for legendary gear, NPCs spammed holographic quest boards, and a glitched wyvern hologram advertised"Epic Loot Crates: 99% Off!" Livia perched on a stone bench, muttering, "If one more NPC calls me 'Empath Eternal,' I'm hacking this game myself."
The Nexus Bazaar was a sensory overload—vendors hawked enchanted cloaks, a bard bot strummed a "Buy Now!" jingle, and a leaderboard flashed Bloodbath & Beyond: #1 Guild. Livia's introverted soul craved a logout button.
I'm their shrink, meme queen, and burnout survivor. Flunked psych, memed across dimensions, and stuck gluing a guild of psychos together.
A notification pinged:[Achievement Unlocked: Bazaar Escapee. +10 Serenity Points (Temporary)]
"Temporary's right," Livia muttered, swatting the air. Her progress bar read Mental Supporter Lv. 3: 2900/3000 EXP. Her Empath Surge amplified her therapy skills but drained her stamina, and her Empathic Insight Lv. 1 made the guild's emotions hit like a raid boss.
She'd hoped the Bazaar's bustle would give her a break, but her crate-free bench was already drawing attention. A player nearby whispered, "That's the NPC from r/LiviaWaifuHub!" Livia's face burned. Great. Even the Bazaar knows I'm a meme. She scribbled: Issue: Can't escape fame. Approach: Hide in plain sight.
Before she could blend in, a figure sprinted through the Bazaar, dodging a holographic quest board. He was a player—Lv. 45, Rogue class, name tag LiviaFan69—decked in garish armor plastered with heart emojis. His eyes locked on Livia with manic glee.
"Empath Eternal!" he shouted, waving a Livia plushie with winking cartoon eyes. "I hacked the server to find you! Sign my plushie! And can you say 'breathe in for four' for my ASMR channel?"He brandished a digital sketchpad with NSFW fanart of Livia in a very skimpy robe, grinning like a goblin on a loot spree.
Livia's jaw dropped. "You hacked the game for me?" Her sarcasm kicked in. "Wow, nothing screams 'fan' like breaking reality to sketch me in a bikini." She scribbled: Patient: LiviaFan69. Issue: Deranged obsession. Approach: Panic.
A notification blared: [Warning: Server Breach Detected. Achievement Unlocked: Stalked by a Superfan]
The Bazaar's chaos paused as Bloodbath & Beyond stormed in, their guild banner glowing. Bron charged, his armor clanking like a collapsing forge. "Nobody creeps on our Buffer!" he roared. Phina glided in, her slime Glimmer pulsing with arcane light. "Away, defiler of the Empath's grace!" she declared. Nyx slunk from behind a vendor stall, his Hello Kitty flashlight trembling but his daggers drawn. "Uh… back off," he mumbled, blushing furiously.
Miles Vexley stepped in front of Livia, his psychoblade humming with menace. "You've got guts, Fan69," he drawled, smirk deadly. "Hacking our server for our therapist? Bad move."
Livia's Empathic Insight pinged: Patient Distress: Protective, Intense. They're ready to nuke this guy for me?
LiviaFan69, undeterred, held up his sketchpad. "I just want a selfie! Livia's the ultimate NPC! You don't understand!" His voice cracked, losing its manic edge. "Out here, I'm invisible. Just another guy. But in the subreddit, we're all watching you. You're the only thing on the server that feels… real. That actually listens."
Livia's Empathic Insight caught a strong wave of loneliness and inadequacy. He is projecting his own pain onto my NPC code. Livia saw a reflection of her old self: the invisible, failed psych major.
Bron, however, was done waiting. He roared and body-slammed the rogue, flattening him into the cobblestones. Glimmer oozed over, slathering goo on the fanboy's face, and Nyx's daggers hovered.
Livia's resolve hardened. She was done being a victim. "Stop!" she shouted, her voice echoing over the Bazaar's din. The guild froze.
She took a deep breath, channeling Phobia Breaker Lv. 1. "Fan69, I understand you feel alone. But you don't get to break the game and violate my boundaries because of it." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm an NPC, not your waifu. Go back to your world, post your memes, and find a real friend. Leave me alone."
Her Charisma +1 carried the finality of her words. LiviaFan69 stared at her, the manic joy completely gone, replaced by crestfallen resignation.
Miles snapped his fingers, and a portal opened, sucking the fanboy out with a pop.
The Bazaar erupted in cheers—players chanting "Buffer!" A notification pinged:
[You rejected a deranged fanboy with professional grace. +1000 EXP. Stat Unlocked: Mental Defense +10]
Her progress bar surged: Level Up! Mental Supporter Lv. 4: 900/4000 EXP. HUD chimed: Mental Defense +10: Reduces emotional impact of external threats by 10%.
Livia scribbled: Fan69: Hacker creep. Issue: Obsessed/Lonely. Approach: Guild squashed him, I set the boundary. She muttered, "I need a firewall for my life."
Miles clapped her shoulder, his smirk softer. "Solid work, rookie. You sent that creep packing." His Empathic Insight pinged: Patient Distress: Protective, Lingering. "Nobody messes with our therapist. Ever."
Livia's chest tightened, not just with gratitude, but with the weight of their fierce loyalty. Her old life had taught her to be a shadow; here, she was a beacon. She masked it with sarcasm. "Great. My fan club's a walking tank, a gooey poet, a blushing rogue, and an edgelord with a sword. I'm untouchable."
As the guild's madness swirled and Miles' gaze lingered, she felt her NPC shell fraying. She wasn't just code—she was their linchpin, and that role was heavier than any fanboy's sketchpad.
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To be continued...
Chapter 10: The System's Curveball and a Smirking Secret