The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 778 - 554: Equipment Recycling, Free Trade

Chapter 778: Chapter 554: Equipment Recycling, Free Trade

"Kiss already."

The voice of the Sin Dragon echoed in Lind’s mind.

There’s nothing too big to enjoy in a good show.

"Shut up!" Lind scolded inwardly.

He looked down at the [Witch] Hila, who was gazing up at him.

Eyes met; there was no such thing as a heart pounding wildly, at least Lind didn’t feel it. Deities don’t have a concept of gender – not to say they don’t have the corresponding reproductive organs, but that deities aren’t restricted by such things.

This much can be inferred from the explosive mythological tales he knew, albeit not extensively.

In human history, it’s shocking enough to have marriages between siblings or between a mother and son, or a father and daughter, but the most mind-blowing would be a grandfather marrying his granddaughter.

Of course, such things have also happened on Earth, and the fact that they happened only adds to the explosive nature.

But deities can switch genders at will; one moment, a deity could become a woman and give birth, then change back into a man to father children with another woman, or even reproduce on their own.

Lind always respected the deities; as long as they did the work for him, he couldn’t care less if their gender was a toilet or an armed helicopter, but cuddling up in bed was another story.

These were just "trivial" matters of lesser importance. Maybe it was okay to enjoy the present? Thinking about it from another angle, deities inherently lacked gender, so perhaps it was unreasonable to view a higher form of life from a human perspective.

Truly gender-fluid deities are rare, with folklore recalling only one or two, because every deity develops a set image in their followers’ faith, equating to a fixed stereotype.

Changing gender and appearance means giving up everything they have accumulated—it might lead to losing followers.

But what if.

What if in a fluke of hope, according to the Pythagorean theorem, when you expect something might happen, it 100% won’t; and when you expect something might not happen, it 100% will.

Like hoping the teacher won’t call on you during class, or wishing there’s no man hiding in your wardrobe when you get home.

Wait, Miss Witch, why did you close your eyes?

Hold on, Miss Witch, what are you pouting your lips for, waiting for?

What on earth did Hila mean by "movies"? Did someone accidentally show adult films! Put up some normal stuff, like the kind of horror movies where you die a horrible death because of lovey-dovey nonsense.

Nothing like that?!

"Come on, kiss! Gagagaga!" The Sin Dragon’s laughter kept ringing in Lind’s head.

"I’ve decided to give the Undead a break. Do you think [Witch] Hila could bring some new changes? I think the Undead definitely find the beautiful Hila more interesting."

"No, they won’t!"

"They definitely will."

"Damn it, you promised to help me, Armand." The Sin Dragon’s voice turned soft, "I was wrong, you are my Master after all."

"You better remember that, and don’t forget you have other tasks, like breeding."

"I’ve been working on it, but giant dragons don’t let just anything impregnate them easily, plus I’m a deity now."

A deity + giant dragon, a combo that’s practically an infertility unit.

"Then control it."

"How do I control this? But I must admit you’ve given me a nice partner that can morph into any shape."

"Stop, stop, stop, I don’t want to hear about how you screw a pile of Slime."

The internal bickering between one man and one dragon seemed to last an eternity but actually took place in the blink of an eye.

Lind looked at the [Witch] Hila, her big watery eyes gazing at him.

Her eyes were like a lake in the morning.

Sunlight piercing through the forest, sweeping through the mist between trees, passing by hopping deer, and finally falling upon the clear, green waters.

Looking into those eyes at this moment, Lind felt he was standing by the lake, about to scoop up water with his hands.

The expectant look in her eyes was like the wings of the Elemental Little Elf flapping.

"I hope this dance won’t disappoint you."

Lind released his grip.

He admitted to himself that her strength didn’t yet warrant him sacrificing his dignity—if she had been a 7th ring deity, he would not have hesitated; if she had been an 8th ring deity, he would have been very proactive.

Hila smiled quietly and shook her head slightly; her hair drifted gently over her shoulders.

"You are very gentlemanly, Lord Gentle Demon King, I mean, Lord."

What?

Lind looked puzzled at her, responding with a smile that it was okay.

He asked the Sin Dragon in his mind, "Has she always been like this?"

As an "old colleague," the Sin Dragon surely knew more about Hila.

"There’s a lot of abnormality out there, speed maniacs, constantly weeping women. Is one like her that weird?"

The Sin Dragon’s rhetorical question left Lind silent.

"You’re right."

In a world full of abnormal people and deities, having a penchant for romance is probably the least harmful flaw.

The ball ended amid an atmosphere Lind found strange, but the Undead felt like they "shipped it."

In performance, Lind had reached the pinnacle; after all, he possessed Divine Authority over stories, and probably no one was better at fabricating and enacting tales than he was.

The Undead were compelled to leave Sin Dragon Castle, which couldn’t be open indefinitely.

Lind had to find a way to fill the void.

He deliberately segmented the powers of deity; some parts one had to go to the local deity to learn, while others had to come here.

"How many came tonight?"

"1,028,845 people."