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.
The black giant seemed like a mountain. He was Mars, the incarnation of War, the leader of an amalgamation of countless undead armies. And, from a certain standpoint, he was also one of my newer children.
By the time I finally returned to the Mortal Plane, Mars had already matured by himself without my assistance as he had been constantly gaining experience in the Northlands.
Reyne and Glina had both been quite influential in his development. He had originally been a Graveyard Demon, a moving base for restoring the undead, but now, he was a moving incarnation of War.
The faceless man stepped forward, and transformed into a giant black earthen castle.