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

When they first met, Amberser had used his divine power to create a huge Magic Array. From that moment on, the course of events had spiraled out of control, turning entirely into a stage for the adversary's performance.


Although the Mother of Eye Demon was cautious and rational, would she really retreat without even trying?


Although the Snake Demon Queen had been schemed against by devils, what made her trust the promises of this devil just by a few words? Are the promises of devils truly credible?


The appearance of Goddess Tiamat, and the Ghoul King's coincidence retreat—all of it seemed like a written script, tailored specifically for oneself.


Everything looked reasonable at first glance, but upon closer examination, it was too targeted.


Hircine raised his head and looked around, feeling that everything seemed so unreal.


Could it be that everything was fake? As the Prince of Lies, had he been deceived from the beginning to the end?


Chapter 631: When a Story Comes to an End_3