The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 593 - 593 461 As an NPC It's Quite Reasonable for Me

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Fulin stretched, the muscles under her armor cracking as she twisted her body.

After casually wiping the sweat from her forehead with a cloth, she picked up her sword and found a rock to sit on, watching Louis busying himself.

Louis and those by his side were busily clanging away with shovels and iron spades, perhaps as a necessary part of using the altar, maybe a Wisdom God would indeed appear.

The surrounding area was still fragrant with the sll of stew and filled with the sound of cicadas in the humid, hot wind, endless and noisy with a bit of reassurance.

“We can summon the Wisdom God!” exclaid Prince Louis excitedly, “to save the Sekapus Kingdom!”

The great and powerful Wisdom God would rain divine retribution upon the greedy.

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Magic Land.

Gigantic Ancient Ruins.

The glory of ancient “Magic” had disappeared, leaving only ruins eroded by ti, telling their story with a broken physique.

Lind kicked open the door and then gestured with a flick of his hand: “Go!”

The heavy wooden door, already decayed, imdiately collapsed after Lind kicked it, raising a choking cloud of dust.

William, Ska, and the chanical servants surged forward into the ruins, slashing first at whatever they saw.

During the ti they followed Lind, they had thoroughly mastered the essence of their movents: strike first and talk later, fight if they could win, keep fighting while running if they couldn’t, grab the good stuff if possible, note it down if not, and let the Undead claim it when they logged on next.

“Treat the ‘three principles’ as the basic rules of action.”

When things heated up inside, Lind finally stepped in.

In the flickering ghostly light, a supple figure appeared, colliding with the White Wolf Knight William who held the Fla Sword.

Judging by the shadows, it seed to be a skillful Dancing Girl, but a sturdy black rapier in her hand always blocked every necessary path of William’s blade.

Her swordsmanship flowed like water, its graceful yet sharp movents frequently unleashing deadly attacks.

Lind watched the figure that seed like smoke, but could not be called a Ghost.

And William, in contrast, was increasingly thrown off his attack rhythm, gradually becoming part of her “dance.”

Lind rushed forward in a few steps, kicked William in the chest, toppling him, then swung his Soul Blade, slicing into the Dancing Girl’s shadow.

The Dancing Girl’s shadow disappeared.

“Ah!” William then ca back to his senses, recalling his recent ordeal, he shook his head as if trying to fling water off his fur, turning his head like a drill.

“My lord, what was that just now?” William asked as he stood up rubbing his chest, rembering his skirmish with the Dancing Girl’s shadow.

He realized she had made dangerous moves but hadn’t hurt him, it was Lind’s kick that almost broke his bones.

That kick was more powerful than a level 2 Spell.

“Ruins, ti, this world always leaves behind so things we can’t understand, perhaps the marks left by people once in the ruins.”

“Can a mark kill a person?” Recalling the harrowing experience, William was sowhat incredulous.

More than just killing, if powerful enough, its re existence sensed by the weak can lead to ntal breakdown.

The cleanup of the ruins was fast.

After clearing a few dark shadows, Nur and his chanical servants began to clean up and gather usable items within the ruins.

Regrettably, they weren’t the first ones to reach this place over the years, nor would they be the last.

Still, they managed to find a few sets of armor.

Lind picked up one of the helts, its design diverging from the current aesthetic norms.

It favored a body-hugging streamlined craft over elaborate decorations and patterns, more akin to a biological skin-fitting hood perfectly molding to the head’s contour than a helt.

Very thin, perhaps due to its considerable age, it had lost its original defensive power.

When Lind took out a whole set of armor, he discovered that it seed to have completely broken away from dieval aesthetics—it looked like a bodysuit.

If it weren’t so evidently ancient, Lind would rather believe it ca from so misguided future civilization.

It seed like the tangible gains were few, but this was just the beginning.

Nur, deeply interested in excavating ancient ruins, entered into the clanging work of excavation with chanical servants.

It wouldn’t take them long to unearth sothing useful, as they had already excavated several ruins before and knew the drill.

Be it in terms of perfecting equipnt, weapons, or magic, or even ancient languages, entering the ruins guaranteed they would never co out empty-handed.

While waiting for reports on their findings, Lind kept himself busy, having to plan for the future.

To see if he could control version 2.0, all he needed to do was initiate an Abyss War, but without full preparation, such a probe was aningless and could even attract a collective attack from the undead.

It seed like Lind had the chance to stand on the sa level as the “officials,” but as soon as the “officials” released a notice making Lind a target boss, his doom would be inevitable.

And a hero fallen into darkness was definitely more thrilling to kill!

It was impossible for Lind to feign ignorance.

Being recognized as a “BOSS” by the officials ant that each of Lind’s actions could significantly influence the official updates.

This was the first ti he could really affect the officials, no longer just passively waiting, but actively influencing the situation.

And who says a BOSS must always be defeated?

So bosses could reinvent themselves.

“Turn the battle between good and evil into a faction war?” Lind pondered his next moves.

He quickly suppressed that thought.

Splitting the undead, making them switch from collectively opposing the Abyss to being able to join it, was not difficult.

Such was the nature of the undead—given the slightest possibility, they could rapidly develop countless strategies.

But this result would make all the undead loyal to the Abyss, deviating from Lind’s initial plans.

With the way the Abyss operated, having the unrestricted undead as pawns ant the entire world would suffer.

“Why must I join the Abyss faction?

The image of a hero struggling might not be bad either,” Lind suddenly perked up, his sudden movent startling Tione who was grilling a skewer of at.

Tione: “o((⊙﹏⊙))o!!”

It wasn’t about joining the Abyss, but to oppose it, so joining his side didn’t an joining the Abyss—it made perfect sense!

Being an NPC and fiddling with plot planning was perfectly reasonable!

Acts like setting up storylines weren’t new to him.

“Apart from this, I must leave a hook that invites the undead to dig into the storyline, and find a way to resolve the Abyss completely in this operation.”

Even though the covert struggle with the officials was important, it wasn’t a priority.

Regardless of their true intentions, whether to reclaim divine authority or rule the Magic World, they currently shared a mutual interest.

But the Abyss must be destroyed, considering its corrupting influence on the mind and body, Lind would never have peace, undead or not.

A “main storyline” outline had already ford in Lind’s mind.

No matter how it unfolded, ending with a “happy family” all together defeating the Abyss fitted his script.

Thinking this, a shadow lifted from his heart.

After handling these matters, he could return to the Shilu Continent, bring back the knowledge of Magic Land, and arrange the “main storyline.” If possible, he might choose the Shilu Continent as the main battleground to summon the undead in his plot.

Of course, none of the three Newbie Village Continents could be spared; if he didn’t act, the Abyss might, and the situation would only worsen.

Lind got up and walked towards Tione, taking the skewer of at from her hand.

“Add spice?”

“Yes!”