The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 447 - 376 Cursed Body

Chapter 447: Chapter 376 Cursed Body

"Is your painting for sale?"

"Of course not! These are all my blood, sweat, and tears!"

Boyd immediately snatched back the paintings, hugging them in his arms.

The somewhat pleasant atmosphere of the exchange was shattered by the Undead’s initiative to buy them.

"You can all rest now, until dawn tomorrow we have no further business," Lind said.

Externally that seemed to be the case, but in fact, what they needed to discuss next shouldn’t be overheard by anyone other than Lind himself.

He had received a message.

Upon hearing this, the Undead logged off one after another, disappearing on the spot.

"We should talk about that earlier matter," Lind looked at Boyd, "you said before that you found a way to resist that voice in your head here?"

"The curse," Boyd nodded.

"It seems we have much more to discuss."

They talked throughout the night.

The first topic, of course, was about making the resistance potion.

To make a resistance potion, one must first be struck with the Abyssal Curse, then endure the pain with their body. Each time they made a resistance potion, they would be bearing more of the curse until at last, the body couldn’t bear it and perished.

However, the gardeners possessed another kind of strength. They did not steal power from the Ring of Magic, but rather gained strength from the curse to enhance themselves. But compared to the power they gained, they suffered more pain, and this power merely made them run a bit faster when faced with Calamity.

Although Boyd was of the Old Nobility, he had not learned to wield Supernatural Power, nor did he remain in the Royal Palace, so he narrowly escaped calamity. Then a power sought to enslave him.

His willpower was not enough to resist that force. He came to the Great Rift, but there he made an unexpected gain: he was struck with a curse.

The malevolent force of the curse actually confronted that voice, and then Boyd took the opportunity to put on an iron cage mask and began learning to control the powers of the Pustule Exiles.

The iron cage mask had the power to restrain curses, which had to do with its craftmanship.

To demonstrate, Boyd unbuckled the lock of the iron cage mask. Underneath was a hugely swollen, pumpkin-like head covered in ugly pustules, with the worst concentration on the right side of his forehead.

It was like an acne the size of a fist with a white head, surrounded by red swelling, as if it was on the verge of bursting.

"The curses, what have they brought you?" Lind didn’t notice anything amiss about Boyd, who always seemed very spirited.

"Three curses!" Boyd raised his fingers, saying, "They are the Rock Curse, the Slug Curse, and the Scavenger’s Curse."

"Rock?"

"Located in the deepest part of the Great Rift, the Monarch of the Great Rift, known as the Rock King. I happened to encounter it when I was unfortunately approaching the Great Rift."

"Sounds dreadful," Lind said, his mind going to the Cunning King.

"Yes, but I was lucky to escape with my life. It had no interest in little bugs. However, after I was cursed, my body became very weak. I used to be able to carry two girls!"

"Doesn’t sound very strong," Lind commented, "what about the Slug Curse?"

"It was like a bed in size, covered in poisonous pustules. It oozed forward, and seeing it would make you so sick you couldn’t eat! That’s why I’m so thin," Boyd lifted his arm, tapping it lightly.

"Scavenger, is that one of the Catastrophe Executioner’s men?" Lind had met Iris Flower, who charged to the forefront, and now he had found the "fertilizer," the Pustule Exiles, but had not yet come across any Scavengers.

They had a heavy responsibility. When a companion was eroded by the Abyss to the limit, they would act to kill them, letting them die in human form.

"Gardeners," Boyd nodded, "but they’ve all been cursed and turned into walking Undead corpses."

That certainly wasn’t good news.

Boyd continued, "It has given me, as you can see, the power to paint—allowing me to create a painting unique to each individual."

"How many resistance potions can you make now?"

"A maximum of ten per person per day. More than that would drive a person mad, and while making them, you need to consider turning more people into exiles. With every potion made, we step closer to the Abyss."

"How long can it last?"

"One day."

Terrible yield!

Over two thousand undead from Rand Kingdom had already arrived, with a third and fourth detachment following until nearly ten thousand reached the Great Rift.

Lind had to consider what would happen once the undead delved deeper into the Abyss—their complete death would be a relief, lest they die uncleanly and transform into another race.

He would need to ensure the production of nearly ten thousand resistance potions daily to maintain the stability of the exploration.

Astronomical numbers!

"Let me see your curse," Lind decided to examine the curse before determining the next steps, knowing that increasing production would inevitably involve more people. It was crucial to control the curse.

The moment Lind’s finger touched Boyd’s head, the curse latched onto his finger like a contagious disease that spreads upon skin contact.

But then it was devoured by the Serpent Ring Emblem.

Lind simply placed both hands on Boyd’s forehead.

Boyd subconsciously tried to evade, but he was far inferior to Lind.

The curse surged crazily toward Lind’s arms, then was voraciously consumed by the Serpent Ring Emblem. Lind even experienced a brief enhancement in his body, a pity it disappeared once the consumption ended.

When Lind released his hands, Boyd had returned to a nearly normal human state, with just a slight swelling on the head, but his former appearance was still recognizable.

As if he had been punched twice.

"It looks like we have another solution."

"How do you feel?" Boyd asked first.

"Of course, I feel fine," Lind moved his wrists around, "can you tell me how to make the resistance potion?"

He might be able to use his persistent dragon transformation condition to create the resistance potion.

Boyd nodded, his mind was much clearer without the curse pressing on his brain. The materials had to come from the Abyss, but the outposts of the Exiles did not lack such things. They occasionally had to produce their own resistance potions to consume, hastening the Abyssal Erosion and then using the products of Abyssal Power to slow the erosion down.

Gloomy Grass, a black-leaved plant resembling mugwort, with the taste of cabbage worms.

Crystalline fragments, obtained from a certain large crab in the Abyssal regions. The Exiles used to rely on Iris Flower for harvesting, never lacking this material. But now that they used a bit less, they didn’t dare delve deeper.

Various other things, about four or five portions.

Then, Lind failed.

Completely unsurprising.

"You don’t have the Abyssal Curse," Boyd said.

When Boyd saw that Lind was not afraid of the Abyssal Curse, his thoughts align with Lind’s; he could create an endless supply of resistance potions. However, lacking the Abyssal Curse indeed left them without a solution—he would have to enter the Great Rift and be cursed himself first.

"But you have a curse, a stronger one," Boyd felt that the method he knew might help Lind gain power from his curse.

"No rush on that."

After a careful understanding, Lind found that the way the Exiles obtained Abyssal Power was also very interesting. If Boyd’s method really worked and could turn the dragon transformation curse into a beneficial part of himself, he should consider coming into contact with more Abyssal Curses.

The Crest, that was his trump card.

"Mr. Boyd, I would like to hire you as my chief Painter, and of course, there’s more to the job than painting," Lind said.

Boyd was stunned: "Me?"

The topic changed quite abruptly, but Boyd quickly made a bow, half-kneeling on the ground: "I am willing, my lord!"

Only a fool would refuse.

"Then, it is yours," Lind said, touching the forehead of Boyd, the convergence point of the three curses.

The Serpent Ring Emblem, bestowed successfully!

The moment it appeared on Boyd’s head, the Serpent Ring Emblem sprang into action, eager because it was tasting an endless supply of curses.

Boyd lifted his head in shock, as he felt a power continuously flowing from his head into his body, making his cursed body feel weak and powerless yet simultaneously strong and vigorous.

A contradiction, yet an exhilarating power!

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.