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

Hircine didn't want to bet with Amberser.


As long as he didn't bet, he would always have another chance. If this scheme didn't succeed, he could simply continue with the next.


All he needed was to remove himself from the situation, preserving his own skin, and an opportunity to win would eventually emerge.


But what Hircine was facing now was no ordinary opponent.


In the minds of mortals and deities, Duke Deceiver was the rightful claimant to the Lie Divine Position, while Hircine was seen as nothing more than waste who had fortuitously stolen the deity position.


With the departure of the Snake Demon Queen, this news would spread even further.


Hircine could also feel his divine power weakening increasingly; whether he accepted the bet or not, if Amberser managed to successfully dissuade the five Demon Lords, then Amberser would be one step closer to the Lie Divine Position, and Hircine might even be reduced to the status of a Weak God.


Chapter 630: The Last Chance