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.
Sophocles had two wings, two horns, and a dark gray and black perfectly proportioned body with proper hands and feet, carrying a gigantic sword on his back.
His murky yellow eyes contained complex emotions. Just his eyes alone were larger than my entire body. He was staring at me with a vigilant expression.
Apart from him being slightly large, he wasn't really all that much.
"…The entire airship is smaller than his hand. Are you sure that he's just slightly large?"
"Tsk, you think he's incredible just because he's large? Maybe he's nothing more than a fluffy pillow."
Sophocles' gigantic head approached the airship's deck. His breath was just like an eruption of magma from the lower planes, but this was actually the standard breath of any gigantic demon.
"…Roland, you're still the same as before."