The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 191 - 177 Epic Level Approach to Magic Potion Recipe

Chapter 191: Chapter 177 Epic Level Approach to Magic Potion Recipe

"The arrival of the Undead cannot be stopped, although their numbers are still few for now," Lind said as he put down his wine glass.

The strength of his body meant he didn’t have to worry much about getting drunk. Often, before he could even savor the buzz from a glass of wine, the drunkenness would dissipate with the flow of power within his body.

When Lind started talking about the Undead, Morena also quieted down to listen carefully.

Lind continued, "There will be more of them, perhaps only slightly fewer than the Calamities, and their numbers could very well escalate to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions in the future."

The viral online game "Doomsday Magic Ring" and the various edited videos circulating only have their player numbers limited by the availability of gaming helmets.

Morena’s mouth gaped slightly: "Millions?"

That was likely the entire population of Rand Kingdom before the apocalypse.

And these people won’t die, their strength can also improve, which means the Undead can fearlessly consume Magic Potions to boost their strength without fear of death.

Therefore, in the future, there might appear millions of Great Knights, or even millions who have not yet become Great Knights, and perhaps millions of Heroes!

Lind smiled, "Don’t worry too much about them. Not all of them harbor evil intentions; they are just too free, but most of them are fundamentally kind-hearted, kinder than the vast majority of people still alive in this world."

"Kind-hearted?" She reflected carefully and indeed noticed that those Undead seemed more inclined to abide by order.

She may have really been biased against them simply because of the "prophecy."

"Don’t grow too fond of them," Lind said, watching her expression and reminding her in time, "You can trust them but don’t get too emotionally involved. Always remember you have only one life, while they have countless."

The cost of trust was too high, with no room for trial and error; maintaining a certain distance was the right approach.

He had to do so not only for himself but also constantly reminded those under his command.

Seeing Morena nod, he continued, "Although I don’t know what sort of entity has brought the Undead to this world—it could be one or more Deities playing the puppeteer—I can be sure that said entity currently cannot meddle too much with our world."

Spreading faith and tempting people to become "Newbie Village chiefs" is the most significant effort of Its power. Once you reach Leon’s level, that entity has very little influence.

And for even stronger beings, they might not be influenced at all.

But all that is still too far off for them.

What needs attention at the moment is the new round of "brainwashing." Lind had already begun preparing to prevent his own people from suddenly becoming "Official NPCs" one day.

He had thought about masquerading as a Newbie Village chief to exploit the labor of the Undead but had never considered joining the ranks.

An "Official Deity" who can’t even hand out a newbie’s gift package might as well stay where it’s cool and out of the way.

Morena is a brave and decisive woman; he greatly appreciated her decisiveness.

Similarly, Morena has already recognized Lind as one of her own.

Lind understood the Undead even better and did not have much regard for that presence; to her, issues such as new versus Old Nobility seemed unimportant.

Morena was the first person not to be surprised by Lind’s Old Nobility status.

Earlier, when communicating with Dome, Lind was very aware of Dome’s curiosity about his healthy condition and desire to understand why he had not gone mad; even Mico had marveled more than once at his status as an Old Noble.

Of course, what was even more astonishing was the Old Nobility’s degree of integration with Magic Potions; while others could only follow one path in their lifetime, Lind seemed to have no limit.

Being treated equally was a bit surprising for Lind as well.

Lind hadn’t forgotten the real reason Morena had stayed behind.

"This is something I’ve come across," he said as he took out the [Banshee’s Horn], which emitted a purple glow. Since the time he entered a dream with it, he hadn’t used the Banshee’s Horn again, but every time he looked at it, the dream of the Banshee vividly reappeared before his eyes.

Lind had no confidence in cutting through that mountain, nor had he any confidence in slaying the dragon atop the peak.

"I found it in a pool where it trapped an innocent soul. I attempted to communicate with that soul; we could converse in dreams, but she could not hear my voice in reality. I know nothing about ghosts, so I need your help, Miss Morena."

Helping someone out of goodwill was not something Morena typically did, but of course, she wouldn’t reject Lind’s request either.

"I can’t be certain," Morena said, "perhaps I won’t succeed. My research into souls is only superficial, and the ghosts I create are not entirely under my control."

Lind didn’t put much pressure on her; he brought over a bucket of water.

Not long after throwing the Banshee’s Horn into the water, melodious singing sounded forth.

The Banshee, Selena, emerged with the water, her upper body bare.

She opened her mouth and continued singing.

Lind’s spirit was strong enough to resist the temptation of the song.

Instead, Morena’s body suddenly shuddered, and she couldn’t help but move closer to the bucket.

Just as she was about to reach it, she suddenly reached out for the Banshee’s Horn inside the bucket, but Lind was quicker and grabbed her wrist, successfully stopping her.

Morena came to her senses. As a wizard, her spiritual resistance was not weak, and she had done some research on ghosts.

"She seems to have lost her memory," Morena said as she stepped back from the bucket, "If it’s indeed because she lost her memory, I can try to help her remember."

...

The hundreds of books from the shelf had been moved into the study.

During the time Lind was interacting with the others, Miss Miko had not only finished arranging but also unilaterally declared that she would get a permanent reading spot in the study.

Holding several books, she found a comfortable position in a chair and began browsing casually.

Most were autobiographies, which bored Miko.

It wasn’t until she flipped through a book with poor, handwritten scribbles that were rather straining on the eyes, but as she caught a glimpse of the title, her interest was instantly piqued.

Memoirs of the Catastrophe Executioner Leon

Miko opened the notebook.

"This is the third day since arriving at the Great Rift..."

She wasn’t very interested in what Leon had written; the handwriting was ugly, and the content was careless and strenuous to read.

There was no record of fighting against the Abyss either.

Because Leon had written, "...I shall not record anything related to the Great Rift. Such matters spread their malice swiftly in any form, and written words are no different. Only by not understanding can one be spared."

Miko flipped through the pages and suddenly stopped on one.

It read: "Had a chat with the captain today, he knows my strength has reached the critical point, so he told me the formula for the Magic Potion of the Storm Knight, one of the Knights of the Apocalypse. It’s happening so fast, I’m about to make an epic advancement."

Miko’s hands suddenly froze, trembling with excitement.

The epic-level formula for the Storm Knight’s Magic Potion was recorded right there in Leon’s notebook.

This was epic!