The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 684 - 684 509 Loud I want to learn this

684: Chapter 509 Loud, I want to learn this 684: Chapter 509 Loud, I want to learn this A golden [!] hovered above Lind’s head, shimring brightly, visible to everyone.

This power ca from the Divine Skin of the Dominus of the story, rely a surface change, truly having no effect.

If Lind had other needs, if it was just a simple costic change, it wouldn’t consu much power; it was essentially just changing a skin, a true “costu.”

The natives wouldn’t react at all.

But in the eyes of two Undead, the golden exclamation mark symbolized a quest.

Basic ga knowledge, a habit cultivated by the world over countless years.

[!] symbolized a quest.

[?] symbolized a quest that had been completed and could be turned in.

“Does the ga really have this kind of thing?”

“It should, haven’t you seen it already?”

“It feels a bit like an online ga, typical of Loud.”

As the most famous NPC in the ga, Lind Armand had been bestowed with nurous titles, among which “The Official Favorite Son” was the most renowned title.

Whatever functionality was tested, it would be first applied to him.

The most outrageous part was that the experints stopped there, tested but never widely implented, only circulating within a small scope.

Previously at least a wooden sign would be put up for announcents, but now, a golden exclamation mark was directly placed above his head.

No one would feel their gaplay experience impacted; only those who really played this ga knew how free this world actually was.

However, the freedom pursued by the Undead definitely wasn’t about doing things themselves, just like an Undead who liked cooking would definitely not enjoy actually making food, and an Undead who liked managent gas would definitely not enjoy running a restaurant and dealing with people.

Click once, then inco tension with simplicity, and the experience maxed out.

That’s why the ga slowly differentiated among levels.

Undead aiming mainly to increase combat prowess occupied the upper echelons, comprising the smallest group, while the vast majority of Undead mainly focused on leisurely unfolding their second life.

Day jobs were exhausting enough; at night after entering dreams, 90% of millions of players just wanted to enjoy themselves, gathering materials if possible, but high-intensity work in-ga was out of the question.

Especially now that the levels were capped at 20, there was no point in trying to push any higher if leveling up was impossible.

“My lord!

Is there anything we can help you with?”

Both asked simultaneously, fearing that the other might snatch a solo quest.

Corpses on the ground, ruins from after the battle, and all of this had recently been an indestructible structure for the Undead.

They already knew that the ga world had its own developnt path and didn’t care whether the Undead helped, but the sight of a fallen Ring Knight still brought so regrets.

Definitely a huge explosion.

Lind looked at the two and then shook his head: “You are not the ones I am looking for.”

The two Undead, far from being disappointed, exchanged a look of surprise.

As veterans of the gaming world, they knew what this ant.

The prerequisite quest hadn’t been completed!

In other words, it was a chain quest, and they had also learned Lind’s location ahead of ti.

But considering Lind wasn’t an NPC who would stay in one place for long, calling him the hardest NPC to catch to date wasn’t an exaggeration.

“My lord, what kind of person do you need?”

“Yes, my lord, perhaps we can help you.

Is it that we don’t have enough Life Points, or is our Magic insufficient, or perhaps our agility is lacking?”

“Right, what profession do you need to assist you, or do you need a special disguise?”

Lind: “…”

You guys really have mastered the ga.

He believed if he pointed it out now, the two would change their equipnt right in front of him and pop Magic Potions to boost their stats, but unfortunately, he wasn’t a data-based NPC and couldn’t just transform on the spot.

“I heard there’s a Bard skilled at drawing people into the story.

Soone who gathers enough stories from him may be the person I need.”

Lind thought it over but still decided not to divulge, “Catch the holder of the Divine Skin.” If the other party wanted to flee, the Undead would definitely not be able to catch up.

But he could play the long ga, waiting until more and more Undead cornered the target, then stealthily approach and snatch it directly.

The two exchanged glances, seeing confusion in each other’s eyes, clearly not focusing on the Bard.

“Complete 10 perfect stories, and I can give you a new Magic Potion path.”

A new pathway Magic Potion?

Not very attractive.

Everyone couldn’t just drop everything and start anew.

Actually, it wasn’t a big issue, no need to delete and rebuild accounts, just head to the Rand Kingdom to find “Voldemort,” and he could help with resetting points, and at this stage, leveling up to 20 quickly was easy.

“Roar!”

A roar set off a tremor in the ground.

After defeating the Ring Knight, the Seal he guarded had loosened, and sothing buried underground began to struggle.

“What’s that?”

“Darn, we’re not just hitting the story timing, are we?”

Suddenly the ground beneath gave way, and all three rapidly fell downward.

Darkness completely engulfed their vision, and wind whoosed from below to above, growing fiercer and fiercer, giving the two a strong premonition that they would surely die from the fall.

But suddenly, golden skeletal hands stretched out of the air, forming into massive skeletal wings, branching out into countless clawed branches, lifting the two Undead.