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 weather was clear, but the sun overhead relentlessly scorched the white soil of the Salt Alkali Plain.


The air twisted one's vision like a pair of pliers; wiping the sweat from one's brow, looking into the distance, everything seemed uncontrollably contorted.


The Salt Alkali Plain Lord stood up, supporting himself on his knees. The worry on his face did not disappear, but there was an undeniable joy in his eyes as well.


The divine message was heart-racing: Destruction was imminent!


Yet, delightfully, the deities had responded, which meant they had found a new reliance from their previously abandoned state.


Before him, a deity's stone statue with a woman's head and a serpent's body gazed down upon the Salt Alkali Plain Lord. Its long-uncleaned stony eyes were covered in spider webs, yet when he looked up, he felt as though its gaze bore a will, watching him.


Chapter 468: Black Knight's Underground Tomb