Nine Lives Fat Cat

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you. 
You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!
…
"Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements."
A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.
"Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!"
"Drop dead!"

This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Hell is no good place, equally tormenting every sinner.


The low-ranking devils live a hard life, either getting killed or enslaved while the high-ranking ones also suffer, with the Endless Blood Battles being a continuous torment. Many times, when there's a shortage of troops, the Grand Dukes of Hell will resort to forced conscription.


No one can escape this conscription; every Lord of Hell must provide equipment or personnel as commanded, otherwise, they'll end up being dragged to the battlefield themselves.


Even those Grand Dukes, as the supreme rulers of Hell, have all sorts of troubles to consider, lest they face the punishment of Hell Law.


Zariel can't even take revenge and has to keep Bayer, the fool, alive even though it means trapping Him at the Blood River Fortress, but every time Zariel sees Him, the painful memories of being dismembered resurface.


Hell equally torments every sinner, but recently there's been a slight change.


Chapter 558: It's Hard to Be a Good Person