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.
"Who's Roland? Is he some type of new exotic food? I've never heard of him."
"I think he's the descendant of the Mist. Right, have you heard of the Mist Kingdom? It was destroyed around three centuries ago. He was the prince at that time."
"…Ah, I do have some recollection of it now. Has the Mist Family's inheritance perished? Sigh—I had a good relationship with the Mist King back in the day. Those Northlanders are much better warriors than the barbarians. Such a pity."
"Hah! No matter what things were like, he was only a mortal. What is there to pity?"
"You're right… Have you heard? Third Brother said that there's a special sauce that makes the Eternal Thunder Tribe really delicious. You want to try that with me?"
Whenever Dragon City held a welcoming party for a mortal, such conversations would be commonplace.