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 has become weak, it's time to devour them."


"Do Devils actually think they can compete in numbers with Demons? Who is the one with a muddled mind?!"


"Discussing things with you fools is the most boring affair."


"Forsaking their tactical advantage, trying to counter-attack The Abyss, it sounds like a conspiracy."


"The new Archduke of the Devils is an idiot, I'll just eat his flesh and throw away his brain."


"I was thinking of settling our scores first, Dimogorgen, let's duel!"


Countless chaotic consciousnesses traversed time and space, echoing in the minds of some Abyss Lords.


In a Plane known as the Saltwater Swamp, this terrifying baboon with two heads fretfully crushed several Demon skulls.


Although called a swamp, this world was in fact a vast ocean, but the seawater was filled with a foul stench of fishy odor, and countless Ocean Demons lived within.


Chapter 623: Enemies Unite