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?!

Lind's voice was like an explosion, deafening and violently hammering the Sublime Angel's head, if the thing perched on Its neck could be called a head.


Entering a brand new era, was a new Alliance of Gods to be established? It seemed not intent on forming an alliance, but rather on subjugating itself.


"Join me, and I can bring you Believers."


If it really came down to who could "attract fans" better, Lind was extremely confident that no one in the world understood how to win over the Undead better than he did, not because of his former Earth identity, but because he could access the internet.


Old information was not very useful, and the local natives were not fools either. They could easily imitate the Undead's behavior logic and speech patterns. Only a few methods like "logging off," "adding friends," and "resurrection" could distinguish the genuine from the fake.


Chapter 506 Who Let You Play Galgame