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 strange laughter clung to her heels as the Dusk Princess fled along, the road narrowing from the broad avenues until she was cornered by a dead end ahead.


The Dusk Princess leaned against the wall.


This was absolutely the worst gaming experience.


She could hear her own heartbeat stuffing her ears, could sense the throat itch and the constant production of saliva and mucus from long-distance training, not to mention the chest that couldn't seem to catch a breath.


Ghosts had always been something the Undead rarely encountered; most people's acceptance of "monsters" far exceeded that of "ghosts", and so far, the number of ghosts that had appeared was not many.


Her weapon had been inadvertently lost during the escape, leaving only a sword at her waist.


For an Undead not familiar with close combat, hacking at the grotesque ghost with a sword in hand was anything but graceful.


100% deep immersion into a terrifying atmosphere, not many could endure.


Chapter 508: The Sighing NPC【!】