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

From the beginning, Amberser had never thought of relying on his own power to confront The Abyss.


What a joke, he was merely a mortal, after all. Zariel had borne the burden for so long, still managing only with the support of other Archdukes of the Devils. What talents or capabilities did he possess to use the power of the first layer of hell to withstand The Abyss?


If Zariel hadn't suddenly made this move, Amberser wouldn't have intervened.


But the temptation of becoming an Archduke of the Devils was too great. Who could refuse such an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step? Even if it were for nothing else, it would be worth it just to ensure the smooth reincarnation of Withered Rose.


Thus, seeking external assistance was absolutely necessary.


The Hell Demons were unreliable, so he could only depend on the power of those who were lawful and good.


Fortunately, Amberser had quite an extensive network of connections.


Chapter 622: You and I Have Never Escaped the Web of Fate