The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 465 - 392 Update 2.1, Unlock

Chapter 465: Chapter 392 Update 2.1, Unlock

The Abyssal raffle is open, draw your prize.

Thousands of Undead stood in the fortress square, queuing up to open treasure boxes, and despite several queues running simultaneously, they were still overwhelmed with activity.

Lind was beside himself with satisfaction as he tallied up Points, with new points coming in every second, which, after being credited, became useless numbers that carried no monetary value and simply vanished.

There were no refunds at his business, not even a need for a final word of explanation; he didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

That’s how we NPCs do business, always a fixed price, with no after-sales service.

As Lind happily reaped rewards, the Undead joyously opened their boxes.

The boxes included high-level potions that had never been seen before, concocted from the overused Heart of Calamity, with powerful negative effects but even more exaggerated positive ones.

Besides that, there was the Iris Flower Armor, dozens of sets not put in all at once, and he hadn’t even included a complete set to avoid people stopping after drawing a full set.

There were also many weapons, Alchemical Tools, and more.

Not everything was junk; Lind still needed a good reputation; that way, the business would keep flowing.

"Wow, this dragon helmet looks so cool, when I blink, the helmet blinks too!"

Someone drew a Dragonized Soldier’s helmet and couldn’t wait to put it on; at that moment, he almost felt he’d transformed into a real Dragonized Soldier.

Having one piece simply made them crave a full set.

If they didn’t have a full set, they’d just enhance their own set.

In any case, the Undead were thoroughly ignited with the passion for the raffle.

"What’s this, a card?"

An Undead drew a card.

Lind turned to look and saw that it happened to be the rarest card, which was his own.

Looking closer, he saw it was Romantic Bumbler who drew it, so there was no problem at all.

Each card also provided a minor attribute boost.

"Yo, not bad, they even made merchandise out of it."

"I drew a zombie card, and it actually increases Health Points by 10? So if I have ten thousand of these, am I basically invincible?"

"I drew 10 of the same cards, their effects can’t stack, useless."

The Undead were quick to react, by now they all clearly understood that whether it was class or race, in the end, it was all about the numbers. Any item that could increase one’s attribute stats was precious.

Although the variety of cards wasn’t rich, it didn’t prevent them from capturing the key information at first notice. Lind’s card had the highest buffs and the highest rarity!

"Buying cards, paying top dollar for Lind’s cards+++++"

While the raffle was still going, some had already set up shops, offering high prices for the cards, planning to snatch them up before others realized, knowing that whatever they collected was profit.

The fortress was buzzing with activity.

In contrast, deep in the Great Rift, a gigantic creature wrapped in heavy rock skin and scales was soundly asleep, with everything quiet in front of it.

"Should we wake up the great Monarch?" a blob of pitch-black slime suggested, leaving a trail of gooey black slime wherever it moved.

A hunched, soil-colored lizard with rolling yellow eyes said, "That’s a fine idea."

They fell silent, who would wake him?

The more one does, the more mistakes one makes, but by doing nothing, no mistakes occur.

"But those humans above ground, their strength is very average, they pose no danger or impact."

"You’re right."

They chose to stay quiet.

...

Lind, honoring his prior promise, unlocked +2 enhancement for the Undead.

A new batch of weapons and armor were being upgraded, their forms noticeably changing, twisting and sprouting uneven scales, sharp claws, and more.

The weapons emanating evil auras were avoided by William and the others, but the Undead treasured them like a bounty.

It didn’t matter to them if each use of the weapon deducted from their Health Points first; they thought to themselves, "I’ll just heal and use the weapon simultaneously."

Some had already assembled their first Abyssal Set and were full of confidence for the upcoming Abyss journey.

Only by ceaselessly farming materials and grinding like mad could they enhance their equipment and participate in the raffles.

So, there was no stopping now!

Lind was always watching the movement of the Abyss, keeping an eye on every area with significant activity. Although the Rock King hadn’t shown himself within the territory of the Rand Kingdom, others had appeared elsewhere; some had even spotted a Monarch with a Lv59 tag from afar.

However, unlike Wen, who also exceeded level 51, the Monarch’s Health Points were several times greater than Wen’s. As both were boss levels, Lind was acutely aware of the differences between ordinary people, elites, and bosses.

They were simply not the same species, and unless the level gap was enormous, they did not offer any comparability.

Therefore, until his own strength improved, he firmly decided to lay low and not venture into the Abyss.

Good news wasn’t slow to arrive; after countless failures, the Epic Level Storm Knight finally succeeded in concocting the Magic Potion.

Lind left the fortress once again, but before he did, he kindly left the Banshee’s Horn behind, unlocking the limited-time dungeon so the Undead could enter and farm some Points.

There weren’t many uses left; it urgently required the Undead to clear and sacrifice themselves.

Undead sick of grinding in the Abyss discovered that the dreaded dungeon had returned and readily scurried into the instance.

As long as it could strengthen them, what difference did it make what they grinded? Yet some persisted in the Abyss, occasionally obtaining rare materials that sold for quite a sum.

While the frontlines entered a peculiar and stable deadlock, Lind had begun drinking his Magic Potion.