The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 111 - 111 102 Moon Halo

111: Chapter 102 Moon Halo 111: Chapter 102 Moon Halo Lind looked at the bundles of food and the soldiers scratching their heads and could not help but ask, “Have the undead cleared out any granaries recently?”

All of it was mutated food, and there was so much that it wouldn’t fit in the makeshift granary.

Who would have thought that in an apocalypse where everyone was supposed to starve, Lind would actually worry about having too much food.

There was no place to store it!

Reed, having removed his helmet, appeared to be in fairly good health.

The long journey had not exhausted him too much, and he remained energetic.

He had gradually been able to control the overpowering strength in his body, but it still felt a bit hot when one was close to him.

“It was the undead who were planting crops in the Calamity Shadow Region of Dragon Tooth Mountain,” Reed said with a strange expression, having been startled himself when he delivered Magic Potions earlier that day.

He recalled that there had been a large empty area last time he visited Renzo, but this time, it was filled with all sorts of crops.

Even with a vehicle and the robust body of a Great Knight, they had only managed to bring back one-third of the crops, leaving two-thirds still piled up on the ground waiting to be moved.

It was clear Star Dragon Ridge outpost would not have room for all this food either.

“What’s going on?” Lind wondered if the apocalypse had suddenly ended, like the Ring of Magic suddenly being repaired.

Otherwise, why would he see such a bountiful harvest.

Back when people prayed to the gods, it seemed even the gods couldn’t afford to distribute loads of food, as starving to death was common before the apocalypse.

“I heard Renzo saying that those undead couldn’t pass through the Volcano’s narrow path…” Reed scratched his head.

“And then?” Lind’s eyes remained on the food, which had increased in variety including some types he had never seen before, likely new varieties found within Dragon Tooth Mountain.

He squatted down and picked a fruit the size of a thumb’s pad, squeezing it lightly with his fingers so that red juice splattered.

He brought his fingers to his lips, gently tasting it with his tongue.

It tasted like strawberries, but the skin was harder than strawberries.

The juicy texture and sweet-sour flavor that defined strawberries were indispensable, and the thick skin had greatly reduced the mutated strawberry’s score in Lind’s mind.

However, the sweet-sour taste was not bad; maybe in the future, his meals could consist of more than just dried meat, soup, and bread and include some sweet-sour snacks.

With that thought, he pinched another fruit, attempting to peel it.

Annoyingly, the peeling failed; a good amount of the flesh stuck to the skin, and then the juice flowed out between his fingers into his palm.

It was a fruit that was frustrating to eat.

Better to just juice it.

Juicy fruits couldn’t be stored for long.

“It’s said there’s a type of Volcano Monster Bird, the undead call it the Widow Bird.

This creature attacks the undead as they enter the volcano’s mouth, catching them and throwing them into volcanic lava, so the undead decided to use the most primitive method to grind points,” Reed mused over his choice of words, then nodded and said, “That’s right, grind points.

They grind points first to get Magic Potions from the Wizard Path, then deal with those Volcano Monster Birds.”

Reed’s expression turned a bit strange: “They say you provided Magic Potions from the Wizard Path specifically to deal with the Volcano Monster Birds, and said it was to refresh for a new job role, forcibly making them keep up with the schedule.”

Points were easy to understand, but NPCs had trouble grasping the concept of a points system.

Honor and loyalty being quantified was a major insult to these concepts, yet the undead readily accepted and even vigorously competed for it; they didn’t know what to say.

Lind, too, was at a loss for words.

It seemed that a long-range job role had appeared, followed by a type of monster that flew in the sky, which logically was to let the undead experience the special monster set for long-range job roles.

But it had nothing to do with him, it was definitely a coincidence.

“If they want to farm, let them farm,” having people to farm was a good thing; the Star Dragon Ridge outpost had over twenty mouths to feed, and the soldiers ate a lot.

Prey Town also had hundreds of mouths waiting to be fed.

However, the undead’s style of farming was a bit reckless, just plowing into the land without care.

Now, the village of the Mad Wise Ones was completely abandoned, pristine, without a trace of Calamity Shadow left.

“When the messenger from Prey Town comes over, have him take some people from Prey Town to handle this food,” Lind pointed to the crops growing thorns or brambly vines, which were troublesome to deal with.

After giving instructions to his subordinates, Lind’s gaze returned to the mutated strawberries, casually plucking a few and sucking their juices as he walked away.

At last, there was some sweetness.

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The last vial of the Magic Potion was poured into Lind’s mouth.

Avoiding the whispers of the god that the Soul-lost Knight worships, and directly arrogating its power, might sound profound, yet as soon as Lind swallowed the Magic Potion, that bizarre sensation arrived.

Indeed, it was a world of the mind.

This time, his promotion had undergone various preparations.

Aluna held “Praise the Sun” while Mico held “Ronin’s Hand-copied Poetry Collection”; the others couldn’t come to help as Soldiers needed to oversee the construction of the new granary.

The new granary was not located at Star Dragon Ridge; the outpost area was still too small.

All procedures were ready, and Lind instantly entered the same dizzying state he felt the last time he drank the Magic Potion.

The circular pattern on his chest radiated light, and without opening his eyes, he knew for sure it was glowing.

Now, he had figured out its origin, deriving from the Moon Halo of the Old Nobility bloodline.

Adopting a phrase from game terminology, “This is a BOSS template.”

The Magic Potion from the Soul-lost Knight clashed against his body.

Then, a golden chain made of words flew out from “Praise the Sun,” just like last time, it helped bind his body.

Immediately after, chains also flew from “Ronin’s Hand-copied Poetry Collection,” these chains, completely made of moonlight, were more ethereal and not as powerful, but Lind cherished them like treasure, controlling the golden chains to make way for the moonlight chains.

Meanwhile, he also had to guide the power from the Magic Potion within his body to prevent it from suddenly becoming uncontrollable and exploding.

He guided it bit by bit, until both the solar and lunar powers stabilized.

Following the steps he and Mico had simulated and calculated countless times, he guided his body to adapt to the power of the “High-tier Soul-lost Knight,” making sure it didn’t interfere with the power of the “Great Knight.”

However, an anomaly occurred, the solar chains had a strong resistance to the High-tier Soul-lost Knight’s power, and they showed a tendency to convert when contacted.

Lind immediately pulled the solar chains away, and just in time, the gentle moonlight chains closed in, gradually merging with the power of the Soul-lost Knight.

The moment they successfully merged, the moonlight chains exploded with a radiance that completely suppressed the solar chains.

When Lind opened his eyes again, he saw that within the golden circle on his chest there was now a bright silver circle—it seemed to be made of chains, and at first glance, looked like a rune tattoo.

“Huff—”He gasped for breath.

His skin was enveloped in a layer of luminous white light, which he pulled off like a robe with a swipe of his hand, revealing a body that seemed to have been tempered by thunder and flames.

Inside his body harbored landslides, tsunamis, and thunderclouds, yet all suppressed and hidden within.

Two powers, under the guidance of the power from the two poetry collections, were stored within his body.

Despite a slight hitch, it seemed to be moving in a better direction.

Lind opened his hands, and a chain as thick as a thumb appeared in the hazy light—it was a technique Lind had long learned from Mistress Serene, known as “Lost Soul Chains,” sadly lacking in offensive capabilities.

However, there was also a defensive capability known as “Lost Soul Armor,” which could compensate for Lind’s weak defenses.

Under Lind’s perfect control, the chains behaved like an extension of his arms, displaying a control far surpassing that of Mistress Serene.

The fine chains rapidly wove around his body, forming a suit of chain mail.

Beyond that, he seemed to have acquired another new power aside from “Absolute Control,” as he suddenly had a great thirst for moonlight.

With a thought, flames wrapped around the chains.

“A level 21 Soul-lost Knight, plus either a level 19 or 20 Great Knight.”

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