The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 75 - 69 Magical Pus
75: Chapter 69 Magical Pus
75 -69 Magical Pus
Early in the morning, when Miss Miko came out of her room and saw the rising building, she finally understood why the Lord had asked her to release the tasks early last night.
Dozens of people worked sleeplessly, setting up the framework of Miss Miko’s house in one night.
As the sun peeked over the mountains, the first rays of light sliced through the lingering cold wind of the night, causing the Undead to speed up their construction.
Filling with bricks and pouring cement, everything was orderly.
“Miss Miko!
Good morning!”
The Undead were also at their most enthusiastic, each of them rushing to the Bunny-toothed Witch to show their faces, leaving her utterly baffled.
It was not until she saw Lind Bunny-toothed Witch that she breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.
“Ah, what charm does our Lord possess, that NPCs, regardless of gender, all like to hover around him?” an Undead who was moving bricks sighed.
“Nonsense, he’s the Lord, and you’re the Foot Soldier, how can you compare?”
“True, but my wife is really cute.”
“Keep it in your pants, always talking about someone else’s wife as if she’s your own.
Don’t Undead have their own wives?”
“Stop chatting and hurry up and build the house for my wife Miko!”
Miko looked up at Lind:
“These people…
“In all my life, I have never seen such people.
As the saying goes, ‘like soldiers like their lord, and besides, Lind is always very close to that widow Lian.
Lian looks at him as if she’s ready to melt.”
There must be a connection!
“You’ll get used to it,” Lind, unaware of how this affected his image, said gravely, “Don’t worry, they still have their limits.”
Indeed they had limits, at least they would not force anything since they couldn’t even take off their underpants.
But the appearance of the Bunny-toothed Witch truly shattered his expectations.
He had never imagined that just after her brief appearance, there would already be a swarm of LSP recording videos about her and causing an extreme surge of popularity.
Even Lind’s spectacular CG videos as a Lord fighting the Carrion Queen, the ‘Hyena’ Old Mand, and the Two-Headed People, were utterly overshadowed.
The video with exploding views was titled: [The Cute New NPC in the Territory, I Go Up And It’s All Sweet Talk]
An unimaginative title, unoriginal video content, not even lasting a few seconds.
A three-nil video, just like that, had crushed the videos featuring Lind.
And it had gone incredibly viral, drawing many outsiders’ attention to this yet-to-be-released game.
Now, opening the official forum homepage, there were many people inquiring when the game would be released, how to obtain qualifications for the game, and how to conquer a female NPC.
The face customization data post from a while back was being bumped up again, too.
Miko was skeptical about Lind’s words.
“I need a place that’s absolutely quiet and won’t be disturbed!”
“Reverse-engineering ‘Magic Potion’?” Lind perked up: “What else do you need?”
“Lots of Magic Potions, and people unafraid of death.”
…
In a narrow, dimly lit room, the witch, squinting, drew a needle full of pus from a head split like a flower petal.
The liquid in the syringe, once freed from the confines of the body, became highly active.
The first drop in the small bottle, to which ground Magic Potion powder was added.
The mixture was then kneaded into a mixing black crucible.
Gurgle, gurgle…
Outside the door, Lind was perusing “Ronin’s Hand-copied Poetry Collection,” unlike the neatly crafted “Praise the Sun.” Much of the content was blurry, and he noticed many onomatopoeias—possibly because Ronin wasn’t copying text, but rather depicting the choir’s songs.
“Praise the Sun” brought a circular medal to Lind’s chest.
What could Ronin’s Hand-copied Poetry Collection bring him, if anything at all?
If you want to know what will happen, drinking Ronin’s Curse Witch Magic Potion is the most convenient way to confirm.
But, crossing from the sun to the moon might not be a good thing.
Voices came from inside the door; it was time for experiments.
Looking at the queue of Undead waiting ahead, Lind asked, “What’s your name?”
“Sydney’s brother,” the Undead raised his right hand high.
After speaking, he expectantly looked at Lind as if waiting for him to call out his ID.
“Come in with me, Undead.” He felt it was superfluous to ask in the first place.
Finding guinea pigs for experiments was easy; a bunch of Undead were eager to volunteer, and he chose a few of the strongest.
Perhaps they could last a bit longer.
“Yes, Lord!”
“You might find the next scene a bit shocking to your morals, or you could choose to leave.
To steal greater power requires sacrifices.
The path to promotion is not as easy as imagined.
I can offer you some advice: persist without any doubt in your heart, and it might just help you succeed.”
“Rest assured, my Lord,” Sydney’s brother nodded, “I understand it all!”
Preparatory quests, understood by those who know.
“No one likes war, but war always lingers around us.
Hence, to achieve peace, mastering the absolute power to annihilate the enemy is the true essence,” Lind did not intend to portray himself as a war fanatic, but in this world, the only ones who survived were either fanatics or the deranged.
He spoke not only to the Undead but also to himself.
The small room at the front stopped, and Lind observed the Undead, who remained mentally serene.
He envied those who treated everything as merely a game.
His palm pressed against the wooden door; the door sighed gently and swung open, a pungent odor assaulting them.
Lind discovered that the Bunny-toothed Witch had another talent besides hiding materials—she always managed to make the room look like an old, oil-stained stove after first use.
“Come,” Miss Miko held a bottle of Magic Potion in her hand.
Darkness stirred within it.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Lind sensed a bad omen from the Magic Potion.
“I think that Two-Headed Person may have taken the same path as Ronin,” Miss Miko gently shook the Magic Potion in her hand, the lifelike potion began to boil and surge, climbing up the walls before immediately crashing back down.
“Are you saying, bypassing the whispers, he only seized power?”
“I see something…
similar to your power,” she hinted no further.
This meant the path of the Two-Headed People’s power may trace back to the same origins as Sun’s Testament, but ultimately they had taken shortcuts to obtain that power.
Lind: “That’s really unexpected, but unfortunately, they have all been killed.”
Unfortunately, all the Wanderers had been wiped out, otherwise, they could have been forced to reveal the source of the Two-Headed People’s power.
“You really don’t need it though,” she didn’t understand why Lind would desire power that was doomed never to advance; it was more important to adhere to the correct path.
She looked towards the Undead, waved at him and said, “You are likely to die, no…
you will definitely die!”
“Ah?
Ah!” Sydney’s brother nodded, “I understand.”
Seeing this, she did not know what else to say, allowing Lind to help handcuff the Undead.
“Open up,” she brought the Magic Potion to the Undead’s face.
“Damn, worth it!” Sydney’s brother exclaimed, then opened his mouth with a lascivious grin.
The creepy atmosphere of the Magic Potion laboratory was somewhat altered by his smile.
Lind’s mouth twitched at the corner.
He had still underestimated these people, and he had a feeling that even if they truly died, they would relish it.
The Magic Potion entered the throat, Sydney’s brother’s body suddenly swelled, power coursing through his body.
Blood squeezed out from his facial features, the Undead’s skeleton started to deform, the flesh on his cheeks decayed, and the jaw dropped off.
The speechless Undead’s eyes widened as they watched their own transformation, until his eyes too popped out of their sockets.
“Snap!”
Black pus gushed out, enveloping the Undead’s head like a helmet.
The body shook violently, convulsing.
Lind’s palm slowly raised, ready to act.
Fortuitously, the body only convulsed briefly before it “bang” exploded into ashes.
The chains crashed to the ground.
Not a trace remained.
“How could it disappear?” Miss Miko hadn’t reacted yet.
“It’s normal,” Lind said, “They are a bit different, they will resurrect.”
“They will resurrect?!” her eyes widened, “So, you were saying we could experiment freely?”
She could hardly conceal her smile.
Lind suddenly felt a chill, just listening to Miss Miko saying, “So, I can really keep experimenting with mixing those Magic Potions, keep experimenting, no, wait, I don’t actually need the Magic Potion formula, just keep experimenting…
oh, but I don’t have enough materials.”
“Theoretically, you could experiment endlessly,” Lind asked, “What was that just now?”
He truly worried that Miss Miko might become consumed by human experimentation. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
“Magical contamination, Magical Pus, call it whatever.
Consuming Magic Potion and having it go wrong gives birth to such substances, turning someone into neither human nor ghost,” Miss Miko waved it off casually, “Wait a bit and then call someone in for me.”
Since they had an inexhaustible supply of guinea pigs, she did not need to pretend to be virtuous anymore.
“By the way, that person who just died, can you call him over?
I’d like to have a proper chat with him about his experience then.”
The true utility of the Undead, discovered.
