The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Cloth bandages were wrapped around my eyes, but blood still constantly dripped from them. Even though my eyes were completely covered, I still saw a world that was completely white and black.

Black represented death, while white represented life. Black represented evil, while white represented good.

However, I could sense that those were colors that were drawn quite casually, with very unclear boundaries. The colors were also faintly flickering and ever changing, just as if I could easily change them with a single wave of my hand, changing life and death itself, or turning around good and evil, which would allow me to…

“And then you’ll die for foolishly messing with powers beyond your ability to handle.”

As always, I felt helpless from hearing my silly cat’s comments. However, she was indeed correct. If I really did casually change life and death or good and evil as I pleased, this would be no different from obtaining Creator Goddess level powers. The result of this would likely be that I would instantly self-destruct and die in the very next second.

The Stare of the Hell God was far too dangerous, both to me and my enemies. This wasn’t an ability that mortals should have. Until I finally reached SemiGod rank, every time I used this ability would overload myself. Using this ability too much would be utter suicide.

The first enemy that I tested this powered up ability of mine was no simple existence.

The nine Devil Lords were the nine strongest existences amongst the devils. Every single one would be incredibly difficult to deal with. All of them were famed for their power in every dimension. Ordinary human SemiGods wouldn’t even have a fighting chance against them.

Even for me and my power that countered Lasnina’s, I wouldn’t have any way of directly attacking her until I completed my first Myth-ranked weapon. So, I could only use this ability of mine that my body wouldn’t be able to actually handle until I reached SemiGod.

Since I was using my Stare of the Hell God against such a powerful enemy, my ability overloaded my physical body immediately. If Lasnina lasted for any longer, it was likely that my eyeballs would have exploded.

Any type of supernatural interference would depend on your energy level. The dominating difference in magical power meant that it would be impossible for me to kill Lasnina with just this one natural talent ability. Just like a bull trying to drag an entire train, I would soon completely overdraw myself and become useless.

Thankfully, Lasnina instantly ran away after being scared due to suffering from my ability. Once she calmed down, she would likely become even more difficult to deal with.

Currently, the inhuman pain in my eyes kept reminding me of the price I paid for a temporary victory. Until my eyes completely healed, I would be completely blind as well as unable to use my Stare of the Hell God.

Everything around me was scarily silent. However, I couldn’t just casually move as I pleased, so I was rather bored.

My silly cat yawned lazily. After that fierce battle from earlier, she was also somewhat fatigued.

During that battle, I had taken a large amount of mana from her in order to constantly repair my armor. Harloys had basically acted as a living mana pool for myself.

Thanks to the mana replenishment from two Myth ranks such as myself and Harloys, the dragon armor was able to constantly fix itself rather than shattering. But even though the defense wasn’t broken though, I was still filled with aches and pain all over, and the armor was filled with dents.

“Even through this armor, it wasn’t very comfortable to take all those attacks from her magic sword…”

I was currently using Holy Light to soothe my own injuries. Right now, I wasn’t exactly in a safe location.

This was a holy temple filled with white-robed snake-headed servants. Every single drawing and sculpture in this temple depicted only a single topic—praise for the grand Snake God Voka.

After we won against the devils’ sudden ambush, I finally had the time to talk to Snake God Voka, who had been watching from the sidelines the entire time. I felt it was quite fortunate already that he never intervened in the fight… or, more accurately, I felt it was inconceivable.

But to my surprise, not only did he not show any enmity, he even invited us to his temple as guests, along with volunteering to give us assistance and teleportation portals.

There was only one law in the Chaos Abyss: the law of the jungle where the strong preyed on the weak. It would be the greatest kindness already if someone didn’t attack you while you were weak down here.

I was rather confused about what Snake God Voka intended. He had shown zero signs of hostility from the very start. In fact, it was the opposite as it was his appearance that notified us that we were being targeted by enemies.

Although it seemed rather ridiculous, his actions indeed proved his “friendliness”, which was so rare to come by in the Chaos Abyss. Thus, it was only natural for me to listen to what he had to say.

Okay, fine. To be honest, when considering the power level difference between us right now and Snake God Voka… Well, in the worst-case scenario, I could still run away, so there wouldn’t be much of a difference. Hence, we “happily” accepted his invitation to visit his temple.

After he teleported us to his temple, he was also generous enough to give us space and time to heal our wounds.

Meanwhile, Little Red had already begun feasting. The bones she left behind were already piled up into a small mountain. The snakemen servants serving her were already extremely tired.

For any dragon, replenishing any amount of expended energy would never be a problem as long as they had sufficient food and sleep.

Despite the fact that she had seemingly had the upper hand for the entire time during her fight against Salor, Little Red had also expended a great amount of energy. Not only had she used a fighting style that she wasn’t as skilled at in comparison to her other fighting styles, she also had had to constantly be fully focused.

Although she looked rather cool while “kiting” her enemy, she didn’t have enough attack power to actually kill Salor. She had to remain in a state of high concentration for the entire battle, since if Salor reached within melee distance of her even a single time, it was likely that she would instantly be killed.

Little Red had to use a fighting style that she was unskilled at for so long. She was likely quite fatigued and aggrieved.

But, the main foundational difference between Little Red and other dragons was that she didn’t have the so-called “dragon pride”. She was highly skilled at learning from other species’ specialties and advantages.

Other dragons wouldn’t have bothered to learn so many assorted fighting techniques. They would have insisted on using their powerful bodies for melee combat. However, it was quite obvious that trying to engage in melee with Salor and his special ability to change mass would be the most foolish and suicidal move possible!

“Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol! Just meat won’t be enough! I need to replenish my mana!”

So alcohol could replenish mana? Today was the first time I’d ever heard about this… because it was so ridiculous! It was supremely important for archmages to abstain from all alcohol! Alcohol could make you drunk, and being drunk would mean that your magic would run out of control.

I could only shake my head. Since Little Red’s alcoholism was at work, anything I said would be useless. If I got any closer, she would force me to drink along with her. My eyes would hurt even worse if I was forced into such a feast. As I was injured, I also needed to temporarily abstain from alcohol.

The healing and dispelling Light of Salvation constantly whirled around my body. The countless injuries on my body were all soothed. However, more time would be required to dispel all the curses that had penetrated my flesh and blood.

The foundational difference in magic power level between me and Lasnina meant that I had to taste the pain of defeat despite actually being the victor.

“I’m sorry, our temple doesn’t have any alcohol, because our ruler…”

A snakeman servant paused in surprise in the middle of his sentence. This was because a handsome white-robed youth had entered the temple. His black hair reached all the way to his waist. Judging from his magical power, this was evidently Snake God Voka’s human form.

Even when speaking with the Devil Lord Lasnina, Voka had still remained in a half-snake form. Yet, he was using a completely human form to speak with us. This was his way of showing that he had good intentions, and even more how important he considered what he wanted to say to us.

An attitude or even a tiny action could represent so much. Many theories about what Voka wanted kept popping up in my mind, but I rejected them all. Until, finally, an almost inconceivable possibility was the only one remaining.

“Although it seems ridiculous, after I eliminate everything that’s impossible, the only answer that remains has to be the truth. In that case, he really did come to the right person.”

Thinking about how Voka had a request to make of me, I couldn’t help but smile brilliantly. If he really wanted what I thought he did, perhaps this was a good opportunity to extort… er, I meant, have a friendly negotiation with him!