The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!

Chapter 3 - 3 3 Can You Still Eat

3: Chapter 3: Can You Still Eat?

3: Chapter 3: Can You Still Eat?

Listening to that “soulful” speech, Lind fell silent.

“…”

Charging forward without preparation, how reckless, perfectly fits the stereotype of players.

Since they can’t die, they aren’t afraid of death, that’s how Calamities should be.

“His body turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared without a trace.”

“That must be a magic monster!”

“It could be a Calamity!”

The soldiers were very nervous, all talking at once.

It was indeed a Calamity, even known as the fourth Calamity.

Nevertheless, Lind was in a good mood because he might obtain a tireless worker who couldn’t die, provided he wasn’t mistaken for a monster himself and eliminated.

“Understand the traits of the players—I used to be a player myself.

Although I don’t have a system, I am very clear about their style of doing things.”

What kind of style do players have?

That’s to have no prohibitions!

They can nobly give up everything or evilly sacrifice everything.

They would travel thousands of miles to deliver a letter, ignoring all hardships and obstacles.

Similarly, they can also find it amusing to draw a sword and kill the teammate who had fought by their side just moments ago.

They are chaos itself, because to them, this is all just a game.

“To those on watch, be vigilant,” Lind couldn’t fully explain the traits of players to the soldiers, so he instructed, “Keep an eye on that person, and any other strangers that may appear.

Notify me immediately.”

Players are like cockroaches—once one appears, a whole swarm will follow.

He didn’t want Star Dragon Ridge to be treated like a Monster Stronghold and farmed.

“Yes!”

“The rest of you, after eating, take turns on watch,” Lind tightened his coat, “Those who are free for the moment, get the broken clothes and those useless swords, shields, and whatever else from our storage.

Whether they’re useful or not, gather them all and do a quick cleanup.”

“Yes!”

Star Dragon Ridge had five buildings—one for dining and rest, one was Lind’s residence, one for the other nine soldiers, one was the storehouse, and one was an empty room carelessly filled with junk.

Lind returned to his own room.

He wanted to re

“No!” Old Pete tried to stop him but was too late.

“Ah!” Loves White Silk clutched his hand as a piece of charcoal fell to the ground, rolling around in pain on the floor, “F*ck, that’s hot, it’s killing me!”

Lind: “…”

Old Pete: “…”