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.
"I'm so stupid…"
Random teams would never be reliable as their members wouldn't be well acquainted with each other—and I was well aware of this fact. Problems would abound; the archer would be nearsighted, the priest would always be daydreaming the moment the battle would begin, the combat warrior would focus on raising his Intelligence stat and would put all his skill points into haggling and diplomacy, or the mage would forget her magic books and mana potions. Situations would twist and turn in ways one couldn't even begin to imagine as truth was forever stranger than fiction. There was no worst teammate—an even worse one would always come along. This time, however, I had readily accepted such an invitation from a random team only for convenience's sake.
"Hunt the undead? Why do I feel like it's the undead who are hunting us!?"