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?!

"Shake it up, we can't hog this battle ourselves, it's tough."


Several undead squads quickly converged towards the Black Tortoise Shield squad upon receiving the signal and voluntarily dispersed, each hiding in their positions.


The atmosphere of the battle was tense but wonderfully invigorating for the undead, fighting against stronger foes and the sheer joy of crushing them completely, which is the true essence of the game.


Because of their undying bodies, they enjoyed battle more than anyone else, the anxious and expectant moments of tension, the thrill of a sneaky strike, and the exhilarating experience of overcoming a formidable enemy flowed through their limbs.


It was like having a super cool lucid dream.


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