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?!

Hornsong City had already fallen completely silent, with hundreds of fresh corpses strewn about.


Scar turned his head to look at the Undead, those clad in Abyssal Armor which moved like biological scales and muscles, slowly self-repairing with each breath, absorbing the blood that splattered on them as nourishment.


At that moment, the Undead were cleaning up the battlefield.


It was a literal cleanup of the battlefield, gathering armor, weapons, and even the smallest beast fang.


"Greed, fearlessness, and bravery are innate in mercenaries. As long as the reward is sufficient, they'll crazily offer their lives, unconcerned with whatever sacrifices they must make... They may regret dying, but they do not fear it, and their obsession with killing is beyond imagination, especially the final strike that kills an enemy."


Chapter 440: Corrupt Them Mentally