At Your Service, Lich King! Just Kidding!

Lin Si got incredibly lucky and transmigrated into the body of a mediocre lich in another world. Faced with the System's ultimate quest, “Become the Lich King,” Lin Si decided to stockpile supplies and build high walls: first establish his own territory, then take things slowly.

But he never expected that his flawed soul would make every spell he cast behave strangely...

The skeleton soldiers he summoned held up signs protesting overtime. The magical pumpkins he planted refused to sprout because they were too socially anxious. Even the black magic he cast could only make his enemies tell lame jokes.

When confronted by a hero bent on a campaign of “absolute justice,”

Lin Si, who just wanted to farm, cried out in despair, “Are we liches really supposed to die?”

The hero sneered, sword in hand. “If you don't die, should I? I can't be bothered to reason with you. You're not even worth listening to!”

Lin Si was close to tears. “Damn it! I worked so hard to build a territory where every employee works nine to five, gets full benefits, and has weekends off. Is it all going to be wiped out just like that?”

The hero suddenly hesitated. “...Actually, I think we can talk this through.”

Lin Si immediately ordered his underlings, “What are you waiting for? Take the esteemed hero to the elves for a massage, then have a succubus accompany him the whole time. Make sure he gets the full experience of everything our territory has to offer!”

The hero: “...”