The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 285 - 285 239 Bug Fixed

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I’m doing absolutely fine.”

Lind raised his hand to stop Lania from trying to summon a Pharmacist, he had absolute control over his own body, and he indeed was not lying.

He was doing extraordinarily well.

The second heartbeat was strong enough to almost completely overshadow the first, filling his ears as if they were stuffed with a drum, his heart pounding incessantly.

His weakness stemd from the ntal strain of trying to restrain his own power, preventing himself from suddenly becoming too strong was a very difficult thing to do.

“Sir, you don’t look…” Doris started to interject, as a Recorder Officer she should remain detached from all matters, faithfully recording everything from an observer’s perspective, but right now Lind’s condition made her worried.

Lind’s body, however, suddenly tilted.

Lania almost instinctively moved closer to Lind, positioning herself in the direction of his fall.

She had once been a Female Knight, but the mont she ca into contact with Lind’s body, the weight falling on her like a small mountain was far beyond her limit to bear, Lind’s body weight was not human-like, but rather that of an elephant, or so other huge beast.

Fortunately, Doris on the other side reacted as well and reached out to grab Lind, preventing Her Majesty the Queen from being crushed by the Duke and breaking her bones today.

It took the combined effort of the two to steady Lind so that he wouldn’t just fall flat on the ground.

As a Wizard, even if she was not skilled in physical tasks, possessing Transcendent strength, Doris was still stronger than Lania, making her the main support for Lind.

In that mont, Doris saw Lind’s vulnerability firsthand.

Her heartbeat surged with irrational panic, her full, heavy chest that could bury a necklace hardly enough to restrain her own racing heart.

Her entire heart seed ready to burst through her chest following Lind’s fall.

At the mont of his glorious ascension to Duke, Lind collapsed.

If word got out, it would be hard not to let people think it might be a conspiracy, or sothing even more troubleso.

The air grew thick, and ti seed to stop in that mont, Doris even forgot to record, just supporting Lind’s body with difficulty and hoping he wouldn’t turn cold in the next mont.

Being close to a man who could emit flas in the approaching sumr was torture, but she still didn’t want Lind to cool down just yet.

Doris had witnessed firsthand the loyalty of those Soldiers to Lind, who always fought side by side with his Soldiers, holding such high regard in their hearts that every Soldier knew of Lind but not the Queen.

If they learned Lind collapsed in front of the Queen, what kind of turmoil would the Soldiers’ loyalty stir up then?

She even harbored a ludicrous hope in her heart, wishing to pray to the gods, pleading that Lind would not be in trouble.

“He’s not dead,” Queen Lania insisted, maintaining her composure, even though Doris was supporting most of Lind’s body, the arm that he casually rested on her shoulder was heavy as a solid block of iron, pressing Lania’s face to turn slightly red.

“Let him sit down!” Lania commanded.

They struggled to turn Lind around, lifting an unconscious person was extrely difficult, especially since Lind’s weight was far beyond that of an ordinary person, making their actions even more strenuous.

Lind was placed on Lania’s Golden Throne, a chair carved with dragons and large enough to fit his body.

He slumped there directly, weakly leaning back in the chair.

Lania extended her hands to hold Lind’s cheeks, preventing his head from tilting or his tongue cutting off his air supply unintentionally.

Lind had not lost complete consciousness.

Throughout history, countless people had collapsed due to physical frailty and life force damage, but he was certainly the first to have to fall because his body was too powerful.

The second heartbeat was trying to take control of Lind’s body, that consciousness born from the noble bloodline and noble na was trying to wrest control.

Unfortunately, the “Gemini Crest” had shaped the second heartbeat, but no matter what, that was still only the second heartbeat.

Without the first heartbeat, where does the second heartbeat co from?

It is just a shadow clinging to the heart.

The second heartbeat is like a cage, inescapable, yet unable to be snatched away, capable only of rampaging within.

The “beast” locked in the cage was anxiously waiting to be tad…

if Lind could find a way to ta it.

Otherwise, he was very likely to be bitten by the imprisoned beast.

Lind’s pupils transford from murky to clear, as once again, in the struggle for power, he rejected the temptation from the second heartbeat’s power.

For soone who craves power to refuse it is much harder than one might imagine.

Especially since he could clearly sense how powerful the force within the second heartbeat was, believing that to rip apart the great snake, Baron Ronan, would be a simple task the mont that power enveloped him entirely—even if it wouldn’t surpass a “Hero,” he would certainly rank among Heroic Level BOSSes as a “Noble.”

But he couldn’t let that power invade his body, for that would likely cause him to sprout an extra head or beco covered in fur, among other things, with the greatest possibility being that five different kinds of power would turn him into a patchwork monster.

A BOSS with chains hanging, limbs twisted in a spiral, flas burning, two heads growing, and covered in strange Mystic Runes—if things ever ca to that, he could only pray that the Undead wouldn’t co back.

Lind’s consciousness fully recovered, and he looked at the two pretty faces gathered before him, especially Lania, who was holding his head with her hand at such a close distance that Lind could sll her scent and clearly see the pores on her skin and the fine fuzz on her face.

“Her Majesty the Queen, your beauty is breathtaking,” Lind, unflustered by her direct gaze, took the initiative to complint her.

He was always so straightforward—admiring a beautiful woman was always done in the open and above board.

In response to this, Miss Doris, the “Canyon Necklace Expert”—expressed her approval.

Queen Lania was definitely not a lady.

Elegance and nobility were her public deanor, but Female Knight was her true nature.

She smiled, releasing the hand that was holding Lind’s head, and took his complint in stride.

Other won might be shy about complints, but Lania would definitely bare her white teeth and nod in agreent, perhaps even adding, “Looks good, right?

Co, stick your butt out,” followed by a sound beating.

“What happened to you just now?” Lania asked.

“It’s a Curse from the Noble bloodline and the na of Nobility,” Lind recalled the ten offspring at the Snake People Outpost.

The offspring lacked a Noble bloodline, yet they beca sowhat mad and irritable, and easily incited by others simply because they were given surnas by Baron Ronan and acknowledged as “children of Ronan.”

In addition, the Crimson Knight, bred by the Fire Lizard Party, seed to be using so Noble-specific power, conferring Crests known to be attainable only by Nobles to others.

After a series of so-called “plotlines,” the Undead could acquire the power of the Crests, although this power was vastly inferior to that possessed by the Nobles themselves.

The Noble titles possessed so ancient power, which was clearly activated in Nobles recognized by the Queen.

“You shouldn’t confer new Nobility in the future,” Lind said.

No one else could replicate his circumstances, and it would be difficult to find another Lind in the world.

He consud Magic Potion without manifesting a bloodline Curse, then quickly mastered complete control over his own power with the Sun Ring, the second heart of the Gemini Crest, and the Serpent Ring Emblem, which devoured and alleviated the Curse.

It was only when the Noble Curse erupted that he could guide it with the powers he had acquired thus far.

It was like a paradox; without the Magic Potion, there would be no way to get the power of the Crests, and without the Crest Power, there was no way to direct the Noble Curse, but downing the Magic Potion would trigger the bloodline Curse of Nobility.

It was an unsolvable conundrum.

Only Lind, who did not originally belong to this world and had inherited the common trait of the players at the outset of his journey, may not have been without a “Golden Finger” upon arriving in this world; he might have exploited a bug.

When he drank the Magic Potion, he did not go mad but kept his sanity, thus completing the first loop that was absolutely impossible to complete.

Now, with the confernt of his title, the bloodline Curse had been awakened, and the bug was fixed.