I, the Demigod Lich, President of the Sci-Fi Federation

“Tell me, how did a demigod lich from a fantasy-side crystal wall system end up as the federal president of your sci-fi-side crystal wall system?”

“What do you mean the people chose me? Get this crown off my head!”

“You’ve truly put your emperor through hell!”

“Fine! I agree to marry off the human race to the eldest princess of the spirit race!”

Mu Chen, transmigrating for the second time, sighed. Right now, he just wanted to throw back his head and recite a poem: “To survive...”