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?!

"Of course not! These are all my blood, sweat, and tears!"


Boyd immediately snatched back the paintings, hugging them in his arms.


The somewhat pleasant atmosphere of the exchange was shattered by the Undead's initiative to buy them.


"You can all rest now, until dawn tomorrow we have no further business," Lind said.


Externally that seemed to be the case, but in fact, what they needed to discuss next shouldn't be overheard by anyone other than Lind himself.


Upon hearing this, the Undead logged off one after another, disappearing on the spot.


"We should talk about that earlier matter," Lind looked at Boyd, "you said before that you found a way to resist that voice in your head here?"


"It seems we have much more to discuss."


The first topic, of course, was about making the resistance potion.


Chapter 376 Cursed Body