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?!

Black Shield held a giant sword, completely disproportionate to his own size, and gazed ahead at the approaching "Mountain King," his eyes filled with deep concern.


The speed of the coming creature was not fast, but its massive size alone turned its sluggish advance into a disaster akin to a natural calamity.


"Can we still hold on?" someone beside him asked uncertainly.


The gigantic beast blocked out the sun; although it did not understand Spell, it possessed an incredibly tough body. It also wasn't too unintelligent. Just walking toward Waste Stone Mountain Range made one's legs weaken, as if a mountain that breached the heavens was pressing in one's direction, the instinct to flee surged.


Their swords, even if stabbed into the "Mountain King," were useless. They probably couldn't even pierce the stone on the creature's surface, let alone wound its flesh.


Chapter 457: Is There Still an Ecosystem?