The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 637 - 485: This Sword of Mine, Stacked 30,201,244 Layers

Chapter 637: Chapter 485: This Sword of Mine, Stacked 30,201,244 Layers

The Undead learned many details from Miss Brittany, far more than they had from Fulin Mueen, who claimed to be from the Moonlight Kingdom.

They focused on inquiring about the "bedtime stories" part, only to find that the information they gathered was less than expected.

Eventually, under the scorching sun, they stepped out from Miss Brittany’s house.

She was full and wanted to take a nap.

"Being an NPC is so cool."

"Yeah, just randomly assign tasks, then whatever they want to eat, we scurry to buy, and they can just lay back."

"What else would you expect NPCs to do? The game NPC AI is too smart, not only can they slack off, but they can also dodge damage. If an Undead tricks them, they’ll spread the word like crazy. I’m not messing with that."

Many had thought about luring monsters near NPCs so they could take the damage while they dealt their attacks.

Contrary to their wishes, NPCs reacted faster than the Undead, not only quickly uncovering the Undead’s schemes but also drastically dropping their approval and spreading the word, causing a wide-scale decline in NPC approval ratings.

If not necessary, most Undead would rather face the front lines themselves and sacrifice their own approval ratings.

Appreciation is hard to earn, but it drops very fast.

"Want some ice cream?"

"Let’s go."

The group agreed and headed to an ice parlor run by Undead in Star Dragon City to cool off.

However, they were stopped at the door because they were too smelly, which could affect other customers.

They reluctantly took a bath, as most Undead had low hygiene standards as long as they didn’t lose health or have abnormal statuses; they couldn’t tell anything once their senses were shut off.

After bathing and turning their senses back on.

"Damn, it’s hot!"

"Holy crap, was the armor that smelly?"

"To be honest, at 100% sensory input, I feel like I’m back in my childhood, wading in the river catching fish and shrimp at my rural hometown."

When they came out, they casually changed into a "skin" outfit that added no attributes and entered the ice parlor.

A group of Undead, focused only on leveling up and boosting their stats, was triggered by the gluttonous snake Brittany into craving ice cream and unexpectedly discovered how realistic this world was.

Besides monster hunting, there were so many other fun things; no wonder Star Dragon City, as a fringe Main City, always had Undead around.

Local specialties, creating uniquely flavored local foods.

Without considering saving the world, many Undead would happily become Food Hunters.

Especially when they tasted the ice cream, their eyes widened instantly.

"Damn, this tastes just like what I had outside, it’s like that... what do you call it..."

"You were outside? Weren’t you studying in India?"

"Yeah, I’m talking about those colored ice pops; look, there’s even a honeybee inside."

"Oh, just stop it."

They joked around and then started discussing serious matters.

"I think Moonlight Kingdom must be a hidden map, and it surely has great stuff."

Just an unexplored map was enough to excite them; after all, exploring unknown territories is where the fun is.

"What about that bedtime story? Did you guys understand it?"

"I didn’t get it. I thought Brittany would tell some story about defeating an evil dragon to save a princess or some other fairy tale, but she didn’t tell any."

"The solution is in the question."

"What do you mean?"

"Not really; just felt like saying something since the mood was right."

Traveling to the Moonlight Kingdom was one of the "hidden playstyles" they had found, but clearly, the ongoing conflict between the two major factions in the Enstad Continent still dominated the interest of Undead worldwide.

Enstad Continent.

Alliance of Twelve Deities.

The skirmishes between Undead slowly shifted from faction missions to personal vendettas.

Then to duels, conflicts, and nasty wilderness ambushes for player-killing.

Internal and external struggles had completely turned it into chaos.

Even if the Deities were willing to cooperate, they all maintained an attitude of "I won’t ask you to harm me, so this is cooperation," with no deeper cooperation or missions ever issued.

Basically, once a deity outlined the general direction, his followers from his church and Believers would fabricate quests themselves.

It was precisely this negligence by the Deities that led to continuous friction among the Undead under the control of the Twelve Deities, with many church leaders seizing the opportunity to eliminate rivals.

At that moment, a figure in heavy battle armor appeared at the Deities’ conference table.

The Undead had a strong obsession with gathering all twelve Deities and taking a "family photo," voluntarily creating this spot situated at the peak of a mountain, with dark clouds pressing down overhead and fierce winds howling below.

When his figure appeared, the surrounding Undead, busy taking pictures, immediately got excited.

"Isn’t that the Melted Armor?"

"Should we go over for a photo together?"

"I heard he has a bad temper."

"There might be a hidden quest though."

Dressed in thick armor capable of unleashing Molten Flame Power, some Undead had speculated about its identity; 99% believed the true identity of the Melted Armor was one of the Son of the Sun, the Knights of the Apocalypse, and specifically, the Molten Flame Knight.

The one who was believed to be the Son of the Sun, the only one among the Knights of the Apocalypse who inherited the Flames Power from the Sun’s Testament.

The theory was based on the armor appearing inside the Sun Church on the continent, and its identity being the Molten Flame Knight.

"Wait, someone else is coming; it’s the Old Man with the Scroll!"

Seeing two Deities suddenly today, could there really be a meeting?

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