The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 590 - 460, what? I’m the 2.0 BOSS?

Chapter 590: Chapter 460, what? I’m the 2.0 BOSS?

Death shrouded overhead, and Van Dijk, his consciousness blurring, looked up as the incandescent, gold-light-bursting trajectory pierced through his ritual—so he closed his eyes.

When Lind began his assault, his ability to infinitely stack and his extreme attack speed made him grow stronger as the battle went on; as long as the enemy didn’t respond with an instant kill, defeat awaited them.

Moreover, Van Dijk wasn’t all that strong; he relied on the explosive power of his giant statue, which could kill many strong foes instantly, but it was too slow and inaccurate. It might have some use in a war, perhaps even be able to level a city with indiscriminate bombardment, but it couldn’t cope with agile warriors like Lind.

In the final moments, Van Dijk embraced "Abyss," offering himself up, but Lind’s second heartbeat had long been filled with an Abyssal Curse; that pollution couldn’t affect him—he was a boss-type NPC with three health bars.

"After the Ring of Magic broke, I struggled to seek the truth. You might not believe it—we didn’t believe in the Ring of Magic, yet we couldn’t resist the truth it brought us," Van Dijk said softly. "I pursued the guidance of the future and came here, only to find myself lost on this scorched earth."

Lost?

Lind turned to look at the Magic Scorched Earth beneath his feet. This was merely the edge of the Borderlands; there were countless places like this in the world.

"What have you lost?" he asked.

He really didn’t understand what there was to get lost about in this place. If trapped here, all you had to do was figure out a way to escape—not start an invasive war.

"Stronger power, after seeing those horrifying giant beasts," Van Dijk said.

"Them?" Lind looked toward the distant shadows of the giant beasts as the Beast Tide once again came to a halt.

Perhaps their appearance was related to the breakup of the Ring of Magic, like an environmental change causing them to migrate. Even though this was the Magic World, over the years, Lind had seen Demon Beasts and even Calamities migrate en masse for various reasons.

The invasion of the Abyssal Great Rift might also be a kind of migration.

However, Lind had no time to lament the harshness of life. With hundreds of millions of living burdens weighing down on him, it was better to turn his lament into a speech and give a stirring oration when the Undead came online.

During the year without the Undead, Lind even felt a bit freer, not having to rack his brains to maintain the image of the Duke of Lions.

"They just want to find a place to live. You’re overthinking it," Lind’s sword fell.

This was typical of Lind’s approach to things: if he could kill, he’d kill them all.

Dark, viscous pus burst forth from Van Dijk’s corpse, and the far-off giant beasts seemed to sense it and, in disgust, shifted their bodies to leave in another direction.

The black, viscous pus entwined Lind, like a boiling swamp wrapping around his body, igniting him. Just as Lind thought about escaping, he realized the space around him had been completely locked down, and he lost the chance to flee.

Although the black viscousness was just Abyss and couldn’t harm him, being wrapped in the pus wasn’t comfortable.

Only on the verge of the world’s collapse, as everything was about to plunge into gloom, did the insidious force that was about to completely envelop Lind suddenly stop.

"You..."

The voice was familiar, from the Abyss.

It was the voice that came with the darkening, as if to plunge the whole world into vicious destruction, to plunge life and consciousness into panic.

In layman’s terms, the strength of Abyss was above the Beastmaster at his peak, above the seventh circle, far beyond Lind’s current reach.

Lind swiftly entered the state. As an NPC who considered "service industry spirit" part of his strongest survival skills, his role-playing ability was second to none.

"My lord, it’s me!" His second heartbeat got faster and louder.

"I have gathered all my strength," the voice of Abyss rose from the depths of Lind’s heart.

Lind thought to himself that if it weren’t for you gathering all your strength, the Undead wouldn’t have gone offline so soon.

"I am destined to embark on the path to becoming a Godslayer, to tear those lofty deities to shreds, using their corpses to forge a path to kingship. But now, I am weakened and lack Clones; you must spread my name," the voice of Abyss sounded unchanged, but Lind sensed urgency.

If he wasn’t wrong, this entity was desperate.

Although he didn’t know who was controlling the Abyss, according to Princess Magdalena, the Ring Knights were stationed in various places; although the powerful had lost control and were running amok, it didn’t mean they would sully themselves with the criminals they guarded.

Mad as a hatter or not, you sit in your cell. Step out of line, and you get beaten.

"What should I do?" Lind asked, just curious and not intending to actually obey.

"Do what you can! Attack the Material Plane, and with wails of agony, sing my name!"

Abyss had no choice; it had given everything it could, yet Lind had avoided contact. Now, whilst seizing the chance with the consciousness of the King of Black Phosphorus shifting, it was spooning through the cell, trying to tunnel its way out. Escaping prison wasn’t a one-person job; it required someone on the outside to coordinate.

Lind, who was capable of defeating the Beast King, was undoubtedly the best choice. With Abyss’s current strength, it could only corrupt with its consciousness and couldn’t possibly control a sixth circle powerhouse; even for a fifth circle powerhouse, it would only incite madness and bloodthirsty combat; it required the other party to willingly accept its power, so Lind was its last choice.

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