This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 368 - 341: Why Didn’t He Confess Earlier?

Chapter 368: Chapter 341: Why Didn’t He Confess Earlier?

The Magic Mirror closed, and the communication with the Council of Injustice ended.

Although the Tiflins didn’t immediately agree, Amberser knew they couldn’t wait.

Once they descended into Hell, their wealth would become meaningless. The chance to liquidate their assets now, even though the Hell Lords wouldn’t reduce their punishment, was still better than wasting all their wealth.

Especially that Sadyo Lus, he seemed extraordinarily wealthy, almost unable to resist agreeing right away.

A thousand gold coins for a Soul Coin, if he could trade all one million five hundred thousand Soul Currency, then Amberser would indeed have made the biggest fortune of his life.

However, he estimated that the Impure Chant didn’t have that much cash combined, predicting that many would choose to settle their debts with goods.

By then, Amberser would become the largest landowner and capitalist of the Impure Chant.

Just thinking about it excited him!

Mr. Misfortune, watching Amberser’s almost dancing figure, couldn’t help but say, "You are indeed still the same bastard as before. Those one million five hundred thousand Soul Currency were clearly what you had to pay to Goddess Tiamat. When they descend into Hell and Goddess Tiamat seizes all their Soul Currency, they will absolutely hate you to death."

Amberser chuckled and said, "Then let them hate. As a Lich, wouldn’t I be letting down my identity if I didn’t do something evil?"

During the trade, Amberser specifically told Goddess Tiamat that the one million five hundred thousand Soul Currency could be submitted in his chosen method, even directly informing Goddess Tiamat and Zariel of this deceitful plan.

And then, both Hell Lords agreed to the scheme quite readily.

The reason was simple; Hell Lords relished seeing the despair and suffering of others, as such souls carried more value.

When those Tiflins sought revenge only to find that their archenemies were two Hell Lords, their expressions would surely be priceless.

A pity though, Amberser wouldn’t be able to witness such a spectacle himself.

Mr. Misfortune, seeing how easily Amberser had collected a massive fortune from the Impure Chant, couldn’t help but sigh, "If you had stayed here to help me back then, the Impure Chant might not have fallen to such straits."

But Amberser shook his head and said, "If I had stayed to help you, maybe you would be the one trying to send me to Hell. You don’t really think I’m much better than these impure ones, do you? Honestly, when it comes to duplicity, they’ve got quite a gap to close with me."

Mr. Misfortune laughed and said, "Stop deceiving yourself, you as a Lich have been doing things to save the world; I wouldn’t be surprised if one day Lord of the Dawn blesses you."

Amberser could only roll his eyes, genuinely annoyed by the mention of something he’d prefer avoided; if Lord of the Dawn had shown him favor a bit sooner, he wouldn’t have become a Lich. Even previously, when Arthur Laine had pulled him along to pray to Lord of the Dawn, Amberser had chickened out.

It’s not easy to immunize oneself against an attribute restraint. Just one glance from Lord of the Dawn, and his holy power could evaporate him. It’s not a matter of whether the Deity harbors any malice; it’s simply a matter of incompatibility.

Unless there was a way for Amberser to become immune to Holy Light.

But even the mechanized body that Amberser had created wasn’t immune to Holy Light. With a Corpse attribute combined with Dark Magic Power, that was the essence of Undead, solidly countered by Holy Light. At best, the undead metal could endure the Holy Light’s exposure for a longer time, but the pain wouldn’t be any less.

To truly gain the power of Holy Light, Amberser had only one path—transform into races such as Heroic Spirits or Holy Spirits.

But such a transformation solely depended on faith, and with Amberser’s mentality of believing in whoever provided benefits, he was bound for nothing but Hell—no chance of becoming any sort of Heroic Spirit.

Amberser decided not to dwell on this insoluble issue and focus instead on finishing up the task at hand.

Amberser asked Mr. Misfortune, "How are your preparations going? How much longer do you need to complete it?"

"Don’t worry, I’m more anxious than you. When the time comes... I’ll have completed it."

Having said that, Mr. Misfortune closed his eyes, and many threads of destiny appeared before him, his hands continuously passing over them.

This was not Amberser’s path, so he could only get a rough idea of it. The specific outcome was known only to Mr. Misfortune.

However, since destiny had already been set, he supposed everything would go smoothly.

Amberser also got busy, now needing to produce the one million five hundred thousand Soul Currency. There definitely wasn’t enough time; he had to use his private space to accelerate the process.

A year inside the space for a day outside, Amberser used this rate of time flow to begin creating Soul Currency with all his might.

Creating souls was more challenging the more functions they had. For example, the souls adaptable to the simplest Skeleton soldiers had to be crafted to balance the body, run, jump, grasp weapons, and sense enemies... These abilities might seem ordinary—skills that every normal Soul has—but they are quite troublesome to weave together.

If it’s specialized souls like the sweeping Skeleton Amberser created, they only needed the ability to swing their arms, not even requiring balance since another Skeleton was solely responsible for pushing the sweeper around.

The simpler the function, the easier and cheaper it is to create.

A soul with no functions, simply existing as an Undead identity, is even cheaper than human slaves.

The Grand Dukes of Hell didn’t care much about whether the souls inside the Soul Currency could fight or cook; they were concerned with the emotions contained within the souls.

In simple terms, the emotional value was more important.

Amberser could create an unyielding soul, but that would just be a tenacious character trait. If he stuffed it into a skeleton body, it couldn’t even crawl, yet it would still thrash around stubbornly.

Such souls were cheap and easy to create.

That was why Amberser dared to agree to the price of 1.5 million set by Goddess Tiamat. If these were complete souls, he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the order even in ten years.

Piles of Soul Currency formed a small hill in front of Amberser. They were not only unyielding souls but also those filled with hatred, rage, and the like. The more extreme the emotions, the more the Hell Lords liked them.

Although they were counterfeit coins, as long as they were made to look more genuine than the real deal, the fake would become real.

Amberser worked day and night, rapidly depleting most of the materials in his private space. These materials had been acquired for him by Mr. Misfortune and he had not expected the consumption to be greater than anticipated.

Just as Amberser was preparing new materials, those Tiflin nobles finally sent a reply.

For Amberser, years had passed, but for those Tiflins, only a few days had gone by.

In those days, they not only discussed the collaborative deal but also prepared the funds.

One thousand Gold Coins for one Soul Coin, the price was terrifyingly high.

But with the threat of descending into Hell, wealth in the Mortal World became insignificant. When one is damned to Hell, how meaningful are possessions like shops and lands?

However, liquidating such assets in just a few days was not an easy task.

The thirteen members of the Council of Injustice took several days to barely scrape together two hundred million Gold Coins, emptying the entire national treasury, which could only buy two hundred thousand Soul Coins.

Through the Magic Mirror, Amberser said to the unclean ones, "You guys seem a bit poor, eh? Is that all the Gold Coins a kingdom can muster?"

Domino Lauri suppressed his anger and said, "Do you think everything is made of gold? A kingdom’s operation relies on gold only to stabilize prices."

"Is that so? I’ve never managed a country, so I really didn’t know that. Although it’s not much, we can proceed with the transaction. I’ll give you coordinates. Send the Gold over and then take the Soul Coins."

Amberser gave his location to the group of Tiflins and then directly opened his private space.

This place was inside the Royal Capital of the Tiflins, which left them stunned for a moment, as they had not expected Amberser to be so bold as to collect money right on their turf.

Sadyo Lus gritted his teeth and said, "This arrogant brat! Does he really take us for fools?"

Of the two hundred million cash, he contributed the most, nearly fifty million Gold Coins from his own pocket. If given a few more days, he could have scrambled together another hundred million.

But to just give it away like this, Sadyo Lus still felt a bit unwilling. It was clear that Amberser had thoroughly fleeced them.

"I think we should try and snatch those Soul Coins. No matter how strong he is, he’s just one person," suggested Sadyo Lus.

The other members of the Council of Injustice agreed. If the trade location were somewhere else they’d consider it—the risk of an ambush would be too high.

But this was right under their noses, in the Royal Capital. Wouldn’t they know if there was an ambush?

If they dispatched enough elites, they could take down the brat and grab all the Soul Coins without paying a dime.

Even if the Gold couldn’t be brought to Hell, it would be better to discard it than to let this brat take it for cheap.

Just as the unclean ones were ready to turn hostile, Domino Lauri firmly opposed, saying, "There’s something I forgot to tell you, Master Tiga Ultraman is a Lich. We might kill him, but can you find his Life Casket?"

This news silenced everyone.

A Lich, that truly was a problem. Everyone knew how difficult Liches were to kill. If they couldn’t finish off Amberser, the deal would fall through.

Without these Soul Coins, how would they redeem their lives in Hell?

Witnessing the silence of his companions, Domino Lauri finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Lich identity alone had made them abandon the idea of a double cross, so he didn’t have to reveal the terrifying nature of the Diviner Mage.

Only those who have personally experienced the power of fate would know how helpless mortals are against such a mighty force. No wonder Zariel and Goddess Tiamat were willing to trade a Legendary Diviner Mage for the kingdom.

All the Tiflins of the Impure Chant put together were not as important as Mr. Misfortune.

Domino Lauri regretted deeply in his heart. If only he had known Mr. Misfortune was in love with him earlier, he could have used that to his advantage, and it wouldn’t have come to such a pass. But why did that damned, cowardly wretch not confess earlier?!

Having dismissed the idea of a double cross, the Council of Injustice immediately ordered the Gold Coins to be sent to the indicated location.

Two hundred million Gold Coins were exchanged for two hundred thousand Soul Coins. Luckily, the other party did not counterfeit them, the quality of these Soul Coins was quite high.

Meanwhile, Amberser summoned the Golden Throne in his private space, absorbing the mountain of Gold Coins into a tempest.

With this influx of Gold, he should be able to handle the upcoming grand scene.

Now, all he had to do was wait for Arthur Laine to launch his attack.