The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 776 - 553 Miss Witch, Please Stop Your Wild Guesses

Chapter 776: Chapter 553 Miss Witch, Please Stop Your Wild Guesses

"At 8 o’clock tonight, if you’re my bro, come and slice me."

Still acting tough and bragging about having the reddest butt among monkeys, along with [Witch] Hila, they were ready with their invitation in hand, ready to set off.

At the same time, a large number of the Undead gathered.

Since the "preview" mentioned an Undead destined to save the world according to the prophecy, and everyone is an Undead, it made no sense that it wouldn’t be themselves.

Hila followed behind two Undead, turning her head to look around.

The place was so crowded that there was no room to stand, especially since more Undead kept coming up to her, striking poses. Thankfully, they were just there to strike up a conversation and not intending anything else. Compared to a side mission, attending Lind’s invitation was the main event.

"Eat my Diamond Star Fist!"

A few Undead were hopping around fighting.

Others were bored enough to dance.

"From now on, this place shall be XXX Square!"

"Come on, let me see your hands, folks in the back!"

The chaotic noise was giving everyone a headache.

Compared to their usual madness and chaos, their clothing style was surprisingly more uniform.

Mainly divided into two types, one was aristocratic style.

The Undead dressed in their finest, appearing like nobles actually going to a feast, their hair carefully groomed. With the Undead’s "naturally" handsome features, Hila felt as if she had entered the realm of the Elf Kingdom.

She hadn’t seen an Elf before, but had acquired similar cultural knowledge through watching shows, giving her an idea.

But the other style was hard to define.

They would deliberately wear ugly, bizarre clothes, with strange headgear and such; some people even dressed up as a banana, or a watermelon with two big eyes.

"Can’t you dress like a human? We’re attending a ball."

"If it’s not for the ball, I wouldn’t dress like this!"

"It’s starting!"

By 8:00 p.m., the Sin Dragon Castle finally opened to the public, allowing others to join in.

A flash of light, and still acting tough appeared inside a spacious and huge castle hall.

"It’s huge!"

He hadn’t felt much when watching videos before, but now looking at the chairs that he had to jump to sit on, and the wine glasses that were about 1.5 times larger, along with candle holders, he felt that this place wasn’t meant for him, but for Lind Armand.

Lind’s stature was no longer ordinary; he could be called a small Giant.

"He’s here!"

Shouts of surprise.

"Haha, he’s here!"

Still acting tough turned to look around, searching for those who were bending over and looking down at him.

They all appeared to compress their forms, about the same size as Lind.

However, some still maintained their original appearance, like the Lady of the Night, who sat on a massive chair against the wall, resembling a black curtain, only her occasionally fluttering black dress reminding the Undead that there was a silent Deity present.

"Is this the prophesized Undead?"

"It’s him." The last reply came from the Astrologer.

His hood completely covered his head, only revealing a chin with a silver beard, as if he truly could see the future.

Still acting tough subconsciously puffed up his chest.

"Though I’m not that interested in being the Savior, I must say you’ve got good eyes. I’m not pretending anymore, I’m laying it all out; I am the Savior!"

"He’s still a bit shy." An NPC nearby said with a chuckle.

Still acting tough: ?

Do you want to see what you’re talking about!

"Saving the world is not as simple as imagined, and his strength is too weak, he must strive to enhance his strength..." the Astrologer suddenly shook, "I, I think I see more of the future!"

He lifted his head, revealing his aged face.

"Do you want to know more about your future?"

The Astrologer’s voice was old yet powerful:

"Everything you want to know about your future, I can try to predict it for you, answer it for you, but remember once the divination’s result is set, the originally limitless potential future will only develop in that direction."

"Sure, predict something for me..." he thought about what to ask in divination.

The game’s "future" is definitely programmed, so it’s highly likely related to side or main plots, like telling him to go somewhere at a certain time to complete a task.

Whether predicting the future is irrelevant or not doesn’t matter.

Before still acting tough finished speaking, the Astrologer nodded: "Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Huh?"

I didn’t ask anything yet.

Still acting tough realized a very critical issue: NPCs in the castle seemed a bit dull, no matter what he said, they didn’t respond, as if they could only recite fixed scripts.

He looked online and found that others were complaining just like him, questioning why the game that boasted realistic high-intelligence NPCs suddenly turned them all into idiots.

"Looks like it’s an unparticipatable plot."

...

"It must be the plot!" O*O* continued to stream live, constantly sharing his speculations.

"As far as I know, the number of Undead who received invitations and managed to come at the same time and enter first was probably several hundred thousand, with more Undead continuously squeezing in; the whole Sin Dragon Castle couldn’t accommodate us all, so they opted for a single-player plot method."

In a single-player plot method, each space contained only one Undead.

"And these NPCs and the Undead, telling the truth, they are all too powerful and usually wouldn’t bother with us; it’s only here with the plot ’forcing’ them to interact, we can engage with a special status, believe it or not, after the ball ends, NPCs will return to ignoring us again?"