The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 233 - 202 A Passive Skill Was Accidentally Leveled Up, Not Bad Huh

Chapter 233: Chapter 202 A Passive Skill Was Accidentally Leveled Up, Not Bad Huh

Frost Outpost, the sky was darkening, and the clouds tilted ominously.

Today was a good day to begin an escape.

A booming explosion ripped a large hole in the city wall, also upending the tranquility of this place.

In the aftermath, the sound of disorderly footsteps followed the noise of doors being smashed open.

"Where is he?!"

"Damn it, don’t let that bastard get away!"

The frenzied shouts also revealed the inner rage of the bellowing soldiers at this moment.

The sound of armor and shields clashing grew closer from afar, the hiss of torches slashing through the air was sharp and urgent, and the dense footsteps stopped by a certain barrel.

But the soldiers, dressed in Rand Kingdom’s armor, were completely unaware that their target was right next to them, still tightly curled up, daring not to make a sound.

While other Undead were mining and farming, he was confined and lost his freedom; while other Undead had tried job after job and declared them all boring, he was locked up and lost his freedom; while other Undead were contemplating taking a photo with a Flying Dragon, he was still imprisoned and without freedom.

He had absolutely no gaming experience even now.

His personality was extremely obstinate and stubborn, and having been captured and humiliated by these Red-Name Monsters for so long, now all he wanted was to kill these bastards.

Perhaps it was because he had stayed here too long, but he discovered that even if he really died, he would not respawn back in The Mountains; it was as though he had become part of Frost Outpost, to resurrect and come back to life here.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of the Red-Name Monsters inside Frost Outpost, hence eliminating the possibility of escaping through death and resurrection.

But opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared, and after a long period of preparation, he finally seized the chance. When the guard soldiers left, he successfully detonated a "Dianmi Cultist’s Sleeve," and with the Mad Fire that burns reason, after countless trials, successfully blasted a big hole in the outpost wall.

He held his breath; as long as he seized the opportunity to escape from the outpost, what followed was a world where the sky was the limit and the vast sea teemed with fish to leap. He was heading to Star Dragon Ridge, no, Star Dragon City!

"Who’s there?" Something outside seemed to have caught the soldiers’ attention.

The noise became chaotic again.

"What is that!"

"What—Who are you guys!"

It soon quieted down outside.

Just as Undead was still crouching without moving, the barrel that covered him was suddenly moved away.

A man dressed in soft armor and wrapped in a black cloak gazed down at him.

No red name?

"Not a Frost Outpost soldier?" The stranger bent down, revealing a red mark on his face, a tattoo that resembled a tail, which pulsed dimly and brightly with his breathing, as though it held some tremendous power.

"Not one." Since there were no red names, Undead certainly didn’t think about conflicting with the stranger. Isn’t living well enough?

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the dead bodies nearby. Those Frost Outpost Red-Name Monsters that were difficult to deal with had their brains blasted beyond recognition by flames, but strangely, he hadn’t heard any sound of an explosion. The battle that just took place happened in silence.

"You must have suffered a lot here," his deep voice carried a hint of compassion, "Follow me, you’re free now!"

That hand reached out to Undead. In the dimming vision, he could see it was a coarse hand with a peculiar leather glove.

Undead grabbed that hand, and then he felt himself being pulled up to his feet by a powerful force.

"Thank you for your help!" His voice was filled with excitement. As the doors of the outpost opened one by one, figures emerged.

The common trait among these people was the mark of a flame tattoo on some part of their body.

"Who are you guys?"

"We are Rebels of the Old Nobility, attempting to deal with these madmen and establish a new order!" The man smiled and asked, "Pleased to meet you."

"Me too!" Undead revealed a smile.

This group was skilled at keeping themselves hidden in darkness, occasionally letting out light chuckles. They seemed a little mentally unstable but felt friendly.

The tension that had been high could finally ease. Though they said no more, it seemed they readily accepted Undead joining their group.

Especially when they learned that Undead had come all the way from the Frozen Soil Mountain Range, the black-cloaked man named Al said, "You’re heading north. Beyond that is the Great Frozen Land where nothing lies but desolation."

Al pointed in a direction and said, "To the south, there are human settlements, but foreigners are not very welcome there."

Confused by Undead’s gaze, Al just smiled and offered no further explanation.

This was a journey on foot, and Undead followed them southward, the biggest gain being that he finally knew his location.

He was in the northeastern part of Rand Kingdom, if he continued south, he would reach the Golden City, Goliath. If he wanted to go to Star Dragon City, he could either cross the Frozen Soil Mountain Range that even dragons reportedly couldn’t easily traverse, or he could head south to Goliath, bypass the mountains and then travel northwest until reaching Snake Catcher Fortress.

Or maybe not. If he could join this mysterious force, it wouldn’t be too bad. Though they seemed like an enemy force to Star Dragon City, that had nothing to do with the Undead.

"As you wish."

This was a peculiar phrase that had been echoing in Undead’s ears after following the "Bug Party" for many nights, a name they called themselves. They despised the Old Nobility and were constantly searching for ways to survive the apocalypse. They welcomed anyone to join them.

Before reaching the upcoming small settlement, Al and the others departed as they had their own tasks, so it was time to part ways here.

But Al had also told him how to find them, even though he was still defiant.

When he tried to search for the fire lizards hiding in the dark, they would sense his intense intention earlier and approach proactively.

Because, everything was as you wished.

Finally arriving at the human settlement, he didn’t even have time to catch his breath after his stubborn defiance when he saw red names everywhere.

"Fuck!"

What’s going on, how is this different from what he imagined?

The people on the street were glaring at him viciously, not bothering to hide their malice.

Although the kid pretended to be ignorant, the bright red name above his head was a constant reminder to him that this little guy definitely wanted to flay him alive.

He didn’t know how to act like he was looking for the fire lizard gang, maybe it would be better to just turn around and beat it, and then ask around for directions to Star Dragon City.

Unconsciously, he had walked into a remote alley. The village was clearly post-apocalyptic architecture, with houses not planned at all and very distant from each other, but for some reason, all the nearby houses were crowded together, with the dim alley barely lit by the light escaping through the gaps in the eaves.

There was a definite air of a secret faction meeting or a terrible BOSS hiding here. Maybe, he would inadvertently awake a knight that had been swallowed by the Abyss, then quickly take a screenshot, post the experience on the forum, and coolly leave a message "There’s a BOSS here, hurry up", so he wouldn’t need to painstakingly search for the traces of other undead.

But he was equally worried about where he would respawn after dying. Would he return to Frost Outpost?

"Who are you?" A voice came from the narrow alley, and he looked up to confirm that it was a figure dressed like Al, but this person was more hunched over and wearing some kind of mask.

The fire lizard tattoo on his neck flickered with his breathing.

"..." He remained silent.

"Name, title, where do you come from?" The other person continued to ask.

But he remained silent.

He felt he must have triggered a key plotline, even though he was clueless up to this point.

"Your silence has earned my respect," the person said.

He replied, feeling grateful, "As you wish."

"Follow me, friend," the person led the way in front, and following him into the narrow alley, the undead felt a bit uncomfortable. He always felt he was heading to a place where a major scene of battle was about to happen. The alley turned a corner and gave way to direct sunlight ahead.

Bundles of intersecting rays of light formed an orange-yellow fence in the alley ahead, casting the yellow pattern on his face. He squinted, the bright light making him uncomfortable.

Eventually, they reached the innermost part and then pushed open a door, with many people standing inside.

Some had red names, while others appeared normal.

Do they want to kill him, but because he joined the fire lizard gang, they won’t make a move?

The undead suddenly had a new insight. Maybe in this game, red names are not a definitive factor for judging friend or foe. With the restraint of factions, they might not attack him at will, but red names indicate hostility, and hostility can easily turn into enemies.

"A new friend has come," the person who had led the way raised their voice.

Everyone turned to look at him. Although some had already glanced over, their postures varied.

At that moment, he became the focus of all eyes.

"We are the fire lizard gang, igniting the flames of life, surviving like lizards by severing our tails, hiding in every corner like bugs, then taking root everywhere!"

The man said, "Someone has vouched for you, so you can join us."

Vouched for him? Could it be Al?

Since everyone was looking at him, he also had the chance to look at all the faces in the room. He noticed that each person had a fire lizard tattoo on the exposed skin.

"As you wish," he responded cautiously.

"You can speak freely," the person across said softly, "We are a bunch of bugs huddling together for warmth. You don’t have to join us, but we are still gathering all the strength we can. We don’t want to let go of any power. So, we will answer all your questions, dispel all your doubts."

"If..."

"You can leave on your own," the other replied, "This isn’t a threat, and no one will force you to do so. It’s our request. Of course, we hope that when you leave, you can keep the secrecy of this place."

"As you wish," he stood tall, showing his determination.

"I have a question, are those people outside also part of the fire lizard gang?"

"Them? No, they are just a bunch of pitiable people whose reason has been consumed by madness. Do not pay attention to their hateful glares; their hatred is always unfounded. But don’t trust them either because they are just living here, that’s all."

Whether it was a live-and-let-live type of coexistence or just a way for the fire lizard gang to hide their tracks, he wasn’t sure.

"I want to join!" he said, then corrected himself, "As you wish."

He had never shared his experiences with other undead in the game, including the two other undead he had once interacted with, who he had gradually lost touch with.

The fire lizard gang meeting didn’t last long, and afterwards, he was arranged to go to the "Crimson Bullhorn Arena," where he would undergo a baptism and become a member of the fire lizard gang.

Adhering to the principle of not revealing secrets to others, he truly did as he said. Whoever asked him, his response was only "As you wish."

However, he was definitely not the same person in the game as he was in reality. If he didn’t show off at times like these, then all the hardships he had endured for so long would have been for nothing.

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