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.
"When fighting against the undead, especially against the Undead Calamity being led by Undead Lords, you can never follow the so-called "common sense" in war. The undead can easily ambush you at any unexpected time and location. Seas and rivers are natural camouflage for the undead. Snow mountains that no living person could pass through are no obstacle at all for the undead. Even powerful sandstorms in the desert will only serve to obstruct the undead's enemies. Sigh, all of this is so correct."
"Which military strategist said such a thing?" Harloys inquired.
"Yep, the amazing military strategist Roland Mist. I was quoting myself from my 300 year old diary."
We were currently still in human territory. It seemed that not only were our movements exposed, the undead enemy had even prepared a trap for us.