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.
Reyne had though about it. She had been constantly thinking on the way here, what she would do and say when she saw Roland again.
Should she angrily interrogate him on why he hadd fooled her like a little girl, hiding such important information from her? Or, should she cry about how much she missed him, like a nagging wife?
But, neither of those seemed to fit her current style, nor was Reyne capable of acting like a spoiled little girl anymore.
Seven years had passed already. As the Queen of Mist, Reyne had experienced countless difficulties and troubles, both internally and externally. Some troubles were on the battlefield, while others were diplomatic. Some troubles could be resolved using military force, while others were such that Reyne could only helplessly lower her head. As the actual ruler of the Northlands if not in name, Reyne had experienced far more than Roland back at this age.