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.
"Actually, I originally wanted to be a swordsman clad in a flowing white cloak who's gone in an instant like a gust of wind. Just what went wrong in the end? Why did my style distort so much to become like this…"
I had previously purchased a shoddy mage robe, which wasn't even enchanted, in town. Its defensive properties were basically zero. Of course, it didn't have any buffing properties for my spells.
The only use for this low-quality mage robe was that it was dyed black. Its only purpose was to help me look like an evil mage, but unfortunately, it was too effective—effective to a ridiculous extent.
"Tsk, tsk, such crying. It's as if they're heading to the slaughterhouse."