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.
The corridor I walked in was pitch-black, yet the darkness was unable to impede my senses. While I didn't have night vision like longer-lived species would, I had excellent senses and a tremendous amount of combat experience. I was capable of remembering every detail of the surrounding environment even with my eyes closed. It was quite simple for me to dodge these robots' predictable attacks.
I just kept swinging my war hammer with great force, shattering hundreds of robots into scrap metal like it was nothing.
For any experienced warrior, they would only have to rely on their instincts when fighting enemies much lower in level than themselves. As for me, since I didn't even have to dodge any attacks due to my ridiculous dragon armor, I was too lazy to even follow my instincts to dodge attacks.