The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 235 - 204 The Third Day the Undead Disappeared

Chapter 235: Chapter 204 The Third Day the Undead Disappeared

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"One day"

Lind looked at Star Dragon City. The moment he received the official update notice, the Undead had vanished.

The bustling square no longer showed any trace of the Undead, the Banshee’s Pool, which was always crowded by the Undead, was now desolate, and even the feeding window of Flame Tumor Alex no longer had Undead coming to check in.

"I’m actually not used to them suddenly disappearing."

Perhaps because both were foreigners, Lind didn’t feel as lonely when the Undead were going berserk; however, with their disappearance, he once again became the only otherworldly soul in this world.

"There’s no time to do anything," this was the issue that concerned Lind.

In one day’s time, the Undead would level up to 20, and very likely through potion boosts, they would reach level 21 and attain Upper Rank.

12,000 Senior Grand Knights or High-ranking Wizards could definitely overthrow the Rand Kingdom.

He went to the tavern. It had been a while since his last visit, and the decor had changed again.

"What is this?" Lind looked at the post-it notes stuck on the wall.

"It’s something some of the Undead proposed," said the dwarf Ludo, cleaning a table in the tavern. "They suggested writing down their feelings about this place, thinking these might be seen a long time from now. Even the crazed Undead pay attention to time."

Lind casually read the contents of the post-it notes: "They can be gentle at times, but it’s best not to provoke them, otherwise you’ll end up with no place to bury your corpse."

"How’s Luke?" He found a table and sat down: "Bring me some alcohol, and something to eat!"

"He is growing up strong," Ludo said with a smile. "Everyone likes him, but that kid doesn’t seem to have a talent for becoming a Bard; his singing is out of tune."

"Hahaha, that means he must certainly be a qualified warrior!" Lind said, looking at the meat and alcohol served to him: "You might not know, but Reed, Lance, they’re practically all tone-deaf!"

The waitress who brought the alcohol and meat was a new face. The turnover rate was high in this place. Although Lind hadn’t managed his subordinates closely, he was aware that they were all very competitive.

The ones who are more willing to work hard and have the fighting spirit get more opportunities, while those who just want to survive also have their own places to go.

"Are you tone-deaf too, my Lord?" she asked curiously.

Lind smiled: "As a Noble, music is also a compulsory subject, although I may now prefer bellowing to pinching my voice to sing a song."

The waitress gazed at Lind, blinking, her face and eyes filled with unhidden admiration and awe.

Only those who truly experienced the calamity would understand how precious the new life that Lord Lind has created now is, being able to eat till full, not having to worry about the scourge of Calamity was already dream-like, yet here one can even faintly return to life before the end times, even dressing in beautiful clothes.

But Lind had no interest in chatting with her, even though she had some of the cuteness of Miss Miko with her slightly protruding upper lip resembling a little bunny.

"What game do we have now?" Lind looked towards Ludo.

"Cards! You’ll definitely like it, haha!"

An afternoon that brightened one’s mood.

Lind had an acceptance of "the real doomsday is coming" and was even too lazy to struggle anymore. In the future, the constraints of Star Dragon City on the Undead will greatly diminish.

Whether it was the Lion Badge magic system he created, the Points, or the Star Dragon Stone, everything depended on strength.

If the Undead became stronger, they had no reason to follow his command and abide by it.

Since the appearance of the Undead, Lind, who had been on tenterhooks, began to find many interesting things about the world as he relaxed and started to let go.

Taking up Lance’s Ice Bow, he found a Flying Dragon and sharply cooled it down, then rode it out of Star Dragon City.

The Flying Dragon spread its wings, with people watching the figure departing.

That figure has gradually replaced the increasingly blurred image of deities in their hearts.

Flying high above, the wilderness stretched below.

Mountain ranges shrunk rapidly with the climb in altitude, and the dragon plunged into the white thick clouds, soaring above the sea of clouds.

Lind spread his arms, letting the golden light completely envelop him.

"Roar—!" Feeling Lind’s current mood, the Flying Dragon plunged fiercely; they had arrived above the green grassland where the Catastrophe Warhorses grazed from Star Dragon City.

The barren ground sprouted a dense prairie, like patchy baldness. As the Flying Dragon dove down with outstretched wings, the grazing Catastrophe Warhorses all looked up and then shivered with fear.

The wind pressure parted the grassland, creating waves upon waves.

The flying dragon’s wings skimmed over the grass, carving out an extremely wide avenue.

The coachmen responsible for guarding and herding in this area raised their hands to block the sudden gale, then watched as the dragon that had glided close to the ground for a distance flapped its wings again and flew high into the sky, along with the figure on its back.

That was their mighty lord indeed.

But no one knew that their lord was now in a panic, so flustered that he did not know what to do, only aimlessly wandering about in an attempt to soothe his restlessness and anxiety.

Harbor Village, Lind was here for the first time at Newbie Village. The architectural style of the houses was somewhat old-fashioned, with fishing nets hanging outside every household.

The small dock harbored many boats, undulating uncertainly with the waves.

"Keep all your eggs in different baskets?" Lind was considering how to secretly save a portion of his nest egg, hidden from the Undead. If conflict arose one day, at least there would be a fallback plan.

"Roar!" Alex dived into the sea with a splash, sending waves crashing towards Lind.

"Why does this dragon seem like a silly husky?" Lind wiped the sea water from his face.

The waters of Harbor Village were not very dangerous; otherwise, it would not have been selected as a Newbie Village.

Alex emerged from the water, flapping his wings, this time bringing not just waves, but also a sky full of seafood.

A shower of seafood rained haphazardly onto the beach, and a small creature happened to smash towards Lind’s face. He swiftly caught the flying shadow with his hand.

"Is this a starfish?"

He remembered that mermaids wore these things over their chests, right? And the mouth of a starfish was in the center.

A Calamity-mutated starfish had little offensive power; he almost killed the starfish with a small stick. After grinding it to death with little effort, his palm ignited a cluster of flames. After the flames passed, nothing remained but an almost imperceptible wisp of Calamity essence that disappeared into the air.

These marine creatures affected by the Calamity had light traces of mutation, such as sharper and more ferocious teeth, or some extra eyes growing on their bodies.

Especially one shark with dorsal fins sharp as knives—it was full of aggressiveness even out of water, twisting and struggling on the beach before suddenly leaping towards Lind.

The Lost Soul Chains flew out quickly, entangling the shark.

Flames burned along the chains, and the shark got a spontaneous barbecuing, turning from fragrantly roasted fish to charred in a matter of seconds.

When the shark disappeared, an inconspicuous Fragment of the Heart of Calamity appeared on the ground.

In the Calamity Shadow Region, where it’s difficult to farm frequently for pieces of the Heart, the ocean seemed to have plenty.

"What did the people of Harbor Village eat before? They didn’t eat these, did they?"

...

"Of course not, my lord"

After returning to Star Dragon City, Lind had someone find people who had lived in Harbor Village to inquire. Since farming was a method of obtaining survival resources, fishing should be possible too.

"We only eat some small fish. The kind you mentioned is too terrifying; we only encounter them in deep water zones."

To eat marine life that hadn’t fully mutated by the Calamity, without worrying if the Calamity might affect their own bodies... Right, survival was already so difficult, who would care how much longer they could live?

Just like Lind’s entire territory was now eating mutated food which could cause mutations. Perhaps soon, someone would turn into a Green-Skinned Person, or something else.

Gesturing for the person to leave, Lind sat in the lord’s hall, closing his eyes in thought.

Night fell.

Crumbling moonlight scattered and crept in through a gap in the hefty iron gate.

Lind could see the moonlight moving from left to right as time passed.

Dawn broke, and the golden sunlight replaced the moonlight.

The next day came.

But... the Undead did not appear.

His first reaction was that something had happened; perhaps "The Officials" had found out about his own bug exploitation to whitewash a Red-Name Monster, so they transferred the Undead elsewhere after they logged in.

He opened the official forum; messages were still stuck on yesterday, with no new posts.

On the third day, the Undead still did not appear.