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 Undead still had his hands covering his ears, eyes staring intently at the monstrous bird screeching its heart out.


They also discovered the problem; this monstrous bird couldn't be killed.


Already lost count of how many times they've cursed the game for its terrible balance and messy data, like it was made by foot, making the Undead just as random as any stranger.


Wizards being stronger than knights had already become a classic rant, and now there's a boss whose health bar empties but instantly regenerates.


"Dang it, leg hugging, freakin' annoying."


Lind had also noticed the bird's characteristic, quickly grabbing its beak-like spike, his arms flexing fiercely—the massive size difference couldn't stop the disparity in their strength.


After a thunderous roar, the bird collapsed, the airflow from its body kicking up clouds of dust.


Chapter 510: Watch Fewer Undead Comics