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.
Estrada. The 'Miracle Hand', the 'Strongest Holy Knight' and the 'Executor of Holy Light'. These were only three of his numerous glorious nicknames which represented his uncountable accolades and achievements. In taverns, he was one of the most popular characters sung about in epics. But if one were to choose a single nickname to describe the legendary first half of his life, "Living Myth" would be the most appropriate.
"Estrada is the most pious, most courageous, most humble and most powerful Holy Knight of all." This was Roland's understanding of him, as well as how the entire world saw him.