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?!

This was destined to be a shocking and horrifying scene, bodies of the Abyssal Calamity ground into mountains, countless Undead torn apart turning progressively into ashes, and some even crumbling into pieces before becoming ash.


Ash, death, curse—those present seemed plunged into an utterly dark abyss, as though their throats were tightly locked by iron chains, making it hard for them to voice out.


Ahead, defensive fortifications were made of piled corpses; in the clash with the Rock King, the Undead had gradually learned to fight in more efficient ways, slowly pushing towards victory.


Lind stood atop the mountain of corpses, watching the surrounding landscape collapse and fall apart; with the death of the Abyssal Lord, everything seemed drained of strength, unsupported, and it wouldn't be long before all would turn to dead silence.


The Great Rift was like a dark spot on human skin, now removed.


Chapter 401 They are All Like a Piece of Cake