Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich
This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world. “Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.” “Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.” I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.
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Editor: Pranav
Ever since I started becoming slightly famous, people would always put some descriptions in front of my name when mentioning me, such as "damned Roland," "bastard Roland," "why-isn't-he-dead-yet Roland," and so on.
It seemed that the closer someone was to me, the more they liked to use these types of nicknames. I figured that this was their way of showing their affection for me.
I understood that this was a friendly way of showing their closeness to me in an attempt to improve our relationship. After all, calling me "lovely Roland" or "wise Roland" to my face would be rather embarrassing, which was why they substituted other adjectives instead.
Yep, this was just a unique method of expressing the deep friendship between us. It definitely wasn't because my friends objected to me or anything like that, such as the one on my head. Although she was a bit emotional right now, I staunchly believed that she was simply too shy and embarrassed...