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?!

The next issue confronting Lind was one of pleasant troubles.


The Undead had looted a great many fine items, including all sorts of Magic Potion recipes, Magic Materials, potion ingredients, armor, and more.


It wasn't that they were so loyal they thought of Lind whenever they got their hands on good stuff. Scavenging was the Undead's talent, but tossing things out depended solely on their carrying capacity.


They wanted points, military merits, War Points.


And these happened to be things that Lind was quite interested in.


The problem was the origin of these items. Why had the Undead broken through Moktelyria Province? It was because a dispute had arisen. And why had the dispute arisen? Because the Undead's thievery had been discovered.


Afraid of being caught during the act of theft, but once caught, and since NPCs couldn't beat them and were marked as red names, it would turn into outright robbery.


Theft elegantly termed as farming for treasure.


Chapter 410 The Bloodless Prince's Melancholy_3