This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 375 - 348 Severing Fate

Chapter 375: Chapter 348 Severing Fate

Goddess Tiamat looked at the ever-shattering and expanding Chaos, revealing a shocked expression.

"Chaos Space, how dare you... No, how could you possibly manage that!"

It was well known that many Planes existed in this world, and the Chaos Space was what the gods used to exile those races that threatened the Prime Material Plane.

Among them were many powerful Demons who had invaded the Prime Material Plane.

Since time and space in this Chaos World were disordered, theoretically, no one could pinpoint any location within the Chaos Space.

Not to mention how difficult it would be to exile an entire kingdom, was the Lich not afraid of banishing the Impure Chant so close to those Demons? For the Tiflins, encountering these Demons was even worse than going to Hell.

Even without the Demons, this Land of Chaos was the most barren and desolate of places.

There’s no good place for exile; most of the creatures banished there would soon die, their flesh and Soul merging into the Chaos, a fate even more miserable than Hell.

Goddess Tiamat could not understand, but Zariel was the first to speak, "What exactly are you trying to do? Would you rather kill these Tiflins than let their Souls fall into Hell?"

Zariel was not one to scheme, asking directly whatever doubts he had.

"That is our secret, my Lords, I must begin to complete my job now, back to chat soon."

Amberser ascended into the sky, about a hundred meters from Mr. Misfortune, and began to pour all his power into the Dice of Destiny.

The dice cascaded like rain, watering the Chaos Space as if it were soil.

A moment later, the chaotic soil sprouted tentacle-like flowers.

Dozens of tentacles, larger than Giant Dragons, extended from the void of Chaos, revealing a pitch-black eye at the center.

An echoing grand voice came from the single eye of the Tentacle Monster.

"You actually did it! An entire kingdom, hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of territory, all sent into the Chaos Space, you’re quite daring, aren’t you?!"

Goddess Tiamat and Zariel finally understood what the Lich intended to do; this Tentacle Monster was clearly the former master of Alchemy City, which had been exiled into the Land of Chaos.

Somehow, this Tentacle Monster seemed to have mastered a way to survive in the Land of Chaos.

So the Lich wasn’t sending these Tiflins to their deaths in the Chaos Space, but rather entrusting their care to this Tentacle Monster.

How was this accomplished?

Both Goddess Tiamat and Zariel could not imagine. There were too many contradictions here.

This Tentacle Monster was betrayed and exiled into the Land of Chaos by the Lich, yet it not only did not seek revenge but now collaborated with the Lich?

Upon what was this Tentacle Monster relying to survive in the Chaos Space and even thrive to such an immense size?

Goddess Tiamat and Zariel did not know the details of the disappearance of Alchemy City, only that they had vaguely heard that the Lich had once again conned a Lesser God for a great deal of benefits.

As for how to pinpoint such a thing, Goddess Tiamat was not surprised.

It was far too easy for a Diviner Mage to assist a spatial channel in positioning. The Power of Destiny, beyond the control of most deities, is precisely why Mr. Misfortune was so important, and why Goddess Tiamat was willing to exchange the Souls of millions.

It’s just a shame that the Lich, Amberser, who counterfeited notes, threatened her, compelling her to give up Mr. Misfortune’s Soul.

However, compared to Mr. Misfortune, the Lich seemed even more valuable; he not only mastered the Power of Destiny but also possessed the ability to twist others’ minds and invert right and wrong. To be fair, Diviner Mages were not unheard of, but one who simultaneously held the power of Destiny and the ability to deceive was indeed unprecedented.

Both Hell Lords fixed their gaze on Amberser; at this moment, they both very much wanted to drag Amberser straight into Hell and turn him into their puppet... No, a subordinate would do; as long as they had Amberser working for them, the fall of Mortals would be ten times faster.

But today, the protagonist was not Amberser.

From the beginning, this had been Mr. Misfortune’s plan. He intended to rescue the kingdom, not just to help them delay the inevitable for a few more days. Even though Mr. Misfortune used his own Souls to reclaim some of the nobility, the kingdom was still leaderless and had already descended into Chaos.

Offering himself as a price was simply a hope to preserve the kingdom while serving the Hell Lords, at least not letting the Kingdom of Impure Hymns fall into Hell.

It was just that Amberser intervened, altering the terms of the contract.

A lifetime of servitude turned into a one-time job, providing the Hell Lords with a continued pretext for antagonizing the Kingdom of Impure Hymns.

Mr. Misfortune knew that the kingdom needed time to recover from chaos, but neither Laine nor the Hell Lords would afford them that time.

The only solution was to isolate the kingdom.

And Amberser’s suggestion was the Land of Chaos—a fine choice, given his connections there.

After listening to Amberser’s description of the Land of Chaos, Mr. Misfortune also felt it was a good choice. Next, it was Amberser’s task to contact Garey Woz.

This wasn’t too difficult; Amberser took a Magic Mirror, opened a tiny channel, and threw the mirror into it.

At the same time, he dropped down many Dice of Destiny.

Then, a few days later, the Magic Mirror drifted into the shattered Alchemy City.

Communication through the Magic Mirror could span planes, for the main communication system’s host was within the God of Alchemy’s Divine Realm—which itself was another plane—and communication between them had no delay whatsoever.

Garey Woz was dumbfounded for a long time when he heard Amberser wanted to relocate an entire kingdom, millions of people, into the Land of Chaos.

Although Amberser had said he would come back to see him and strengthen their cooperation, it wasn’t supposed to be like this! They had only been apart for a few days, and now Amberser was sending him a kingdom?

Fortunately, Garey Woz understood Amberser very well. Although the Lich was cunning, his words were true. No matter how much he concealed, if he said he was sending over a kingdom, it wouldn’t just be a city.

Garey Woz immediately expressed that there was plenty of territory on his side.

He had already reclaimed several areas, inhabited by all sorts of chaotic races; the arrival of the Tiflin would definitely enrich the menu.

As long as they provided faith for Garey Woz, he would protect all Tiflin, allowing them to live peacefully in the Land of Chaos.

Whatever they lacked, Garey Woz would use his influence to plunder it from other places for them.

The Land of Chaos wasn’t short on resources, but each area floated randomly, making contact with other regions impossible, leading to the death of life forms due to scarcity. But Garey Woz, with his tentacles that could navigate through chaos, sat atop the food chain, the sole hunter in this world.

In the end, Mr. Misfortune also agreed to the plan, so now it was time to implement it.

With Garey Woz’s help, the Chaos Space spread continuously, soon covering the entire sky, startling the battling Githyanki and Laine People. The Laine People, in particular, turned pale with fright, as they definitely couldn’t withstand another race’s army now.

And within this chaotic sky, Mr. Misfortune alone shone with a remarkable glow.

The threads of fate were displayed before everyone for the first time, turning the whole sky into a dense web of lines, extending far beyond the limits of sight.

And Amberser had already completed his task, lurking on the side as a spectator. The exile of an entire kingdom was a rare event, one for the history books to remember for millennia. He could write his autobiography in a few years, and just this Chapter alone would make for an entire book that could be sold for a good price.

At that moment, Goddess Tiamat and Zariel approached Amberser. Tiamat couldn’t help but speak first, "Even if you can open this space of Chaos and have someone to receive it, how are you going to send the Kingdom of Impure Hymns into it? The spatial portal has strict limitations; it’s impossible to swallow this kingdom whole."

It’s probably a rule set long ago by Aeo; you cannot use spatial portals to slice the world.

Amberser’s private space can be entered and exited, but you can’t use it to cut objects—a person being teleported and then sliced if the door closes halfway is an impossibility. Either it won’t close, or the person halfway through will be ejected.

It’s the same with the portals to the Land of Chaos, they can be opened, but they can’t swallow the Tiflin Kingdom like a monster.

This time, Amberser didn’t conceal anything. Looking at Mr. Misfortune wrapped in the threads of fate, he explained, "Naturally, we can’t chop up the Kingdom of Impure Chant and carry it away with a Mountain Moving Spell—that’s hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land. What we can do is to let the world itself push the Kingdom of Impure Chant out."

Tiamat pressed, "How could mortals possibly manage that?"

"It’s possible, as long as we sever this kingdom’s ties with the Mortal World. This land will become an anomaly to this world, like a kidney stone or a virus, something harmful that has to be expelled. That is what he’s doing, cutting one destiny thread after the other, using all his strength, including his flesh and his soul."

Mr. Misfortune’s body was slowly breaking down,