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.
"Give me 10 seconds!"
After a roar, I unsheathe both of my swords. Facing the wave of attacking Undead, I charge at the very forefront of the group without any hesitation.
"So fast."
Killing is an art form and art form requires the devotion of one's mind and body, perhaps even one's soul.
There's no need to think excessively on the battlefield. Just let go of everything and allow your body to dictate everything.
The gasp of surprises from behind me no longer mattered as I dedicate my entire body and mind to swinging my sword.
Swordsmanship is always the foundation of everything for a close-combat fighter and indubitably, I am a Master Swordsman.