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 voices interwove swiftly, dimming from a blinding gold until they seemed like a brand that finally settled on Lind's heart. As it pulsed with his heartbeat, it was placed within the third throb.


That was the imprint of a curse, rooted deep within Lind's heartbeat.


His heart suddenly began to lose control, racing wildly as his blood also began to circulate faster, uncontrollably. But soon, the second heartbeat came into play, drawing upon the power of the curse from the Abyss.


Then the first heartbeat powerfully came online, easily suppressing the second and third heartbeats.


The wailing within his mind finally ceased, and Lind's thoughts quieted.


He looked toward the ghosts in front of him, "We now have 100 years of cooperation."


300 ghosts knelt halfway, spewing supernatural ghostly golden flames from their mouths, turning the dusky sky even murkier, and then one by one, they vanished into golden mists.


Chapter 455 Consumption_2