Silky White Grandma

The Ring of Magic had shattered.
Calamities emerged.
Lind, who had crossed over to become a wild monster NPC at a stronghold in the apocalyptic Magic World, saw a group of undead shouting "Pass the flame" arrive at his territory. They held lofty ideals and were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the world.
Therefore, Lind prepared to masquerade as the village chief of Newbie Village.
Lind: As a remnant of the old era, I will craft a ship that can carry us to the new era.
Player: After enduring endless hardships, we finally met the BOSS, and then the BOSS just knelt down and swore fealty to the lord.
...
"I, the King of Game BOSSes, Just Want to Be a Good Newbie Village Chief"
"Player: Every NPC on Our Side is as Strong as a BOSS"
"Player: That BOSS Actually Can't Beat the Quest NPC We're Supposed to Protect?"
Tags: Lord, Farming, Kindombuilding, Fantasy, Fourth Apocalypse

The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!

"Ignoring the deflection, or has my stance gauge already filled up?"


The New Year Sword Technique, blocked momentarily by a sword, continued its descent, chopping onto Loves White Silk's shoulder.


Before he could even feel the pain, Loves White Silk turned off his pain perception.


He was here to play the game, not be played by it.


Following that, a kick landed on his chest, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.


The downside of turning off pain perception became apparent—with no tactile feedback, he couldn't instinctively react. Without any sensation, he felt like he was constantly floating.


How much strength to use, what angle to take, there was absolutely no feedback.


Deflection had failed, and it definitely wasn't an issue with his own deflection stance; there was only one other possibility.


Loves White Silk quickly found the "reason"—a Dominant Body elite monster!


Chapter 42 Blood Lambs