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

"It's a pity, Hircine, now you only have one last chance left."


Amberser said this, and Hircine felt the speed of his divine power draining crazily accelerating.


How could this be, the bet hasn't truly been decided yet, and I am about to lose my deity position?


Hircine didn't know that more than just the two of them knew about this bet.


At this moment, numerous deities from both the righteous and evil sides, even those mortals were watching the confrontation between these two.


Because after Hircine appeared in Hell, Amberser had already started the live broadcast via the Magic Mirror.


And with Hircine being hit one after another, his attention was completely on Amberser, unaware that his current state was being viewed by everyone.


Whether it was the Prime Material Plane or anywhere else, anytime someone used the Magic Mirror, various advertisement prompts would pop out.


"Live broadcast of demons invading the Abyss, click to watch three minutes for free!"


Chapter 631: When a Story Comes to an End