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.
Cloth bandages were wrapped around my eyes, but blood still constantly dripped from them. Even though my eyes were completely covered, I still saw a world which was completely white and black.
Black represented death, while white represented life. Black represented evil, while white represented good.
However, I could sense that those were colors that were drawn quite casually, with very unclear boundaries. The colors were also faintly flickering and ever changing, just as if I could easily change them with a single wave of my hand, changing life and death itself, or turning around good and evil, which would allow me to…
"And then you'll die for foolishly messing with powers beyond your ability to handle."