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.
After the Undead Emperors gave the command to move out, the undead armies collectively ended their vacation—it was an emergency, after all. If you were to take the real world to be a , then you would see an unending mass of black dots gathering at a canyon 100 kilometers away from the wood spirits' campground. The undead were mobilizing their armies.
Their shouts echoed throughout the skies, while soul wavelengths formed all sorts of connections between the Undead Lords. These Undead Lords were both fearful of the Undead Emperors' rage as well as secretly snickering at how City Lord Davey was now no longer looked at with favor.