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

"I admit that this undead is exceptionally gifted, but a mortal will always be a mortal," he said with a sneer. "You used up a significant amount of energy to give him power parallel to that of a deity. Now, do you still have the capability to withstand an invasion from five Hell Lords?"


Amberser replied coldly, "You seem to have quite the camaraderie."


Indeed, Avernus had been invaded from five different locations, and the enemy's forces were formidable, rampaging through and destabilizing the fabric of Hell's spatial stability.


Hircine felt he had the upper hand and continued smugly, "Your biggest mistake was recklessly using your divine power, knowing full well my example, yet you still acted willfully. But that's not surprising. A mortal suddenly elevated to divinity without any trials is naturally prone to losing himself in his pride.


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