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 I saw how my System lettered its message with gold, I had the sudden impulse to crash my head into a wall.
"Epic Quest, the hell! Isn't it a little too difficult for me to be thrown into the world of Resident Evil all of a sudden!? Besides, this is clearly supposed to be a mystical fantasy world; why would Resident Evil suddenly appear?! What does it even mean when it said 'I can now exchange for firearms?' Do you really intend to watch me learn how to use guns and play in a real life FPS game?"
My continuous retorts received no response. I could only face the clearly worsening situation.
Making ordinary grains possess Kasolan's Tears as part of their chemical components and even helping them grow naturally would be equivalent to creating an all-new unique species of grain. I didn't have the capability to do this. But that didn't mean that the Undead Emperors, the rulers of the Undead Planes, wouldn't have the power to do so.