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.
Kaen Stark. He was one of the leaders in the former Brave Swift Sword mercenary group, and his nickname was "White Eagle Knight".
Unlike the other grassroots mercenaries that sometimes didn't even have family names, Stark was the family name of a quite renowned local noble. However, in Kaen's grandfather's generation, the Starks had already become impoverished nobles. Kaen's money for studying and learning how to fight had all been borrowed from distant relatives.
His emblem of a white eagle was a noble emblem that had lost all meaning already. It was also the greatest symbol of irony for any useless son of an accomplished noble.
Kaen had grown up while listening to stories about his ancestors' heroism. Yet, all he grew up to receive was the reality that his family had fallen upon hard times. Apart from the martial arts passed down through his family and his family armor, he basically had nothing else at all.