The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 482 - 403: What is Needed is Avatar

Chapter 482: Chapter 403: What is Needed is Avatar

Rand Kingdom also introduced the selectable race of Night Fiends, which, unlike Blood Clan members directly transforming into Blood Wart Demons, turned skin blue and added an elf-like filter to their overall appearance.

Additionally, the boost to magic talent had many Undead yearning.

"How come it feels like something out of ’Avatar’?"

"That’s exactly what we want—’Avatar’!"

Though not keen on fostering the worship of deities, Lind eventually established small chapels in various Main Cities as footholds for the Lady of the Night and had Her call back the wandering Night Demon Girls to serve as Bishops in each one.

However, the number of Undead willing to change their race was not as high as anticipated.

The new race came with a boost to magic talent, and while the advantages were clear, so were the disadvantages—their bodies were fragile, even more so than human Mages.

At the current stage, in order to ensure they could wear Heavy Armor and improve their chances of survival, the Undead had significant physical needs, and close combat was an essential part of being a Mage they couldn’t forsake.

Otherwise, standing still and chanting spells would have had them killed by combat AI of ridiculously high levels hundreds of times over.

To suffer less in the game, Mages needed close combat skills, melee fighters had to have Magic Resistance, assassins needed to handle multiple opponents, and archers had to know how to withstand damage.

The game’s professions laid out a rough direction for their progression, but exactly which direction to take seemed entirely up to them.

They could play however they wanted.

When Little Li and other Night Demon Girls had completed their revenge and arrived at the closest Goliath of the Golden City, they were met with a sea of blue.

"Our race has grown."

The faith in the Lady of the Night was after all that of a minor sect, considered among the lesser deities, and the sudden increase in their number gave them some relief from their sorrow.

But it wasn’t long before soldiers from Rand Kingdom came knocking.

"Native Night Fiend?"

"Yes."

"What’s your name?"

"Li."

"Okay, fill this form out here. If you have any questions, just ask me. You do know you’ll need to attend classes at set times daily?" The soldier’s bureaucratic demeanor left Little Li puzzled.

"What classes?"

"They’ll teach you how to do your job properly."

Our job? Our duty as Night Fiends is to doze in the Twilight Pool, then follow the commands of the Lady of the Night to steal keys, and after those keys cause a barrage of problems, go out in search of them again.

Little Li looked at the form in her hand, which required details from name, gender, age, to strength, preferences, and specialties to be filled out.

"Work experience? And there are assessments?"

She felt that this job of spreading the faith of the Lady of the Night might not be as simple and easy as she had imagined.

...

Lind stood atop the Royal Palace walls of Goliath. The last time he and Rania had been there was over half a year ago.

Back then, they had just seized Goliath, just defeated Dragon King Kote, and had not yet gone to the Great Rift, but now Lind had returned in triumph, and a palace banquet would be held that evening to celebrate the victory of the great war.

Looking into the distance, there was the designated Undead living area, where the Undead were enthusiastically carrying out construction work.

An interesting point was that many Undead chose to merge their lands and build large manors or complex apartments together.

Most of the Undead were not adept at construction; after all, this was a real world, and building houses via brick-by-brick methods wasn’t impossible but certainly wouldn’t look too appealing.

Thus, construction crews emerged among the Undead to take on building contracts.

In the Rand Kingdom, the craftsmen also embraced a life of happiness. The pure art of carpentry wasn’t something that could be learned simply, and a deluge of orders were received by NPC craftsmen.

Lind wouldn’t let slip any means of increasing the loyalty of the Undead. When the Undead chose to settle in the main cities of the Rand Kingdom, they would passively accept the laws here and naturally develop a sense of identification. This would significantly reduce the likelihood of them rebelling and causing trouble in the future.

The Undead seemed more enthusiastic than Lind about building Another World with their own hands; over two hundred of them even prepared to replicate a miniature version of Minas Tirith within Goliath, the capital of Gondor from The Lord of the Rings, and Lind did not hinder them at all.

The land of Goliath was vast; many of the noble estates were like small castles, easily accommodating hundreds of thousands of people.

Moreover, the Rand Kingdom was in no shortage of land; there were vast swaths of vacant land near all the major cities.

Everything could be built, anywhere!

"Knowing you didn’t take her with you, Doris has been very angry, and she has complained to me many times," Rania turned to look at Lind, seeing him now for the first time in over six months.

Now, entering the 123rd year of the Rand Kingdom/the fourth year after the shattering of the Ring of Magic, the people who survived in the world had fully adapted to the new era and were embarking on their new lives. Rania also knew that the man who could be called the pillar of her strength might soon leave.

The former "Godslayer" didn’t seem like a joke now; he had treated All Gods as his hypothetical enemies from the beginning. Staying in this kingdom seemed to be only slowing him down.

For Lind, the truly excellent type of soldiers was only one kind: the Undead.

Though somewhat uncontrollable, their excellent growth talent and fearlessness of death, among other characteristics, made them far surpass any genius in this world.

"She’s too weak," Lind bluntly stated.

To bring a low-level NPC to a high-level map was to risk having them instantly wiped out by area-of-effect damage from an unknown source.

"So, Tione will go with you?" Rania turned her head back, but her voice was different now.

"She is my fiancée, after all," Lind nodded.

To keep a nuclear-level NPC in the Xilu Continent was a waste; better to have her accompany him as support.

Of course, there was another reason; such a large Magic Ring Shard could not be worn like a walking lantern forever. There might be better uses for it elsewhere.

For instance, Lind knew earlier than the Undead that there was a hidden Eastern Continent, where the Far East Magic School used three-ring Flying Dragons as horses to pull carts, and the Mentor could even start working with shards long before the final collapse of the Ring of Magic, which showed that the fragments of the Ring of Magic were the true treasures.

He always carried treasures with him.

If any of the Undead got their hands on a weapon or an item related to the Magic Ring Shard and didn’t want to hand it over, it was not a big problem. He had many methods.

Offering a hidden quest marked as [Unique], to surrender or not to surrender? With sufficient rewards: Unique Divine Gear, Unique Outfit, Unique Title, or even affecting the multiple endings of the storyline, the plot would not continue without the exchange.

He had many ways to keep the Undead in check.

They had now been included in the top rewards package of the Rand Kingdom; it was just a matter of the Undead willingly submitting. The current phase of the fragment remained unexplored, so Lind was not in a hurry.

"Fiancée, when will you hold the wedding?" Rania asked, following the conversation.

A wedding?

He was still considering how to pry open her head to dig out the shard. But as someone who valued emotions, he would choose a painless method that would preserve her life.

"I am a person who values sentiment very much. It has to be a progressive process; I value the ’heart’s’ feeling more," Lind said, sincerely.

Rania shifted slightly, and as Lind spoke of the "heart," his gaze fell upon her chest. She felt uneasy, then immediately straightened up again, proudly displaying her modest bosom.

However, Lind’s gaze persistently on her chest made her cheeks grow hotter and hotter.

[1.2.2 Update: Added numerical damage display, which can be toggled off at will.]

The "official" sudden update suggested that the other party’s infiltration and control over the world might be steadily increasing. The numerical display of damage seemed a minor update with little impact.

Coming back to his senses, Lind noticed Rania’s flushed cheeks and puzzledly asked, "What’s wrong with you? Why is your face so red?"

Rania bit her lip, then "humphed" and turned to leave.

Playing dumb, huh!

"What’s the matter?" Lind puzzled, "Weren’t we having a good conversation?"

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