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?!

Hisses, roars, the Undead, their eyes flickering with red light, were like rabid dogs freed from their cage, shredding anyone in their path to pieces.


The Wanderers grasped their swords, spears, and shields to resist. As those among the earliest to adapt to slaughter and warfare in this land, they could gouge the eyes of their assailants even in their sleep, killing had become instinct.


A small package was thrown amongst the group of Wanderers.


"What is this!" One Wanderer sensed something amiss.


Some Wanderers had already detected the problem, but who had ground up so much Fire Tongue Grass? Indeed, as a seasoning, it was comparable to chili peppers. It suited well for dispelling the cold in winter, but in certain quantities, it could literally burn people to death.


Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)