This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 230 - 211 Goodbye President

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Chapter 230: Chapter 211: Goodbye, President

Chapter 230 -211: Goodbye, President

Strictly speaking, Amberser had partnered with the God of Alchemy to deceive the Chairman.

After helping Amberser to fulfil his wish, the Chairman did not become a true deity; instead, he was jointly exiled to this world by the gods.

Amberser was not quite clear about his specific circumstances, but it was unlikely to be a pleasant experience.

If it dragged on for months, Amberser certainly would not dare to meet the Chairman again, for with his intelligence and all that time to think, he would definitely be able to guess what had happened.

But now that Alchemy City had just been exiled, Amberser believed the Chairman must be utterly clueless and unaware of what had transpired.

This was an opportunity to deceive him once more.

But let’s not forget, Amberser had previously tampered with the Chairman’s soul, causing him to have special trust in and closeness to Amberser.

With this advantage, Amberser decided to take a bold risk.

The once glorious Alchemy City was now nothing but ruins, with only the seven towers in the center remaining intact; nearly all other buildings were destroyed.

Apart from divine creations, few structures could withstand such banishment across planes.

Alchemy City had not been sparsely populated originally, but now there were not many corpses left in the ruins. It seemed that a number had been rescued by the Laine Empire, while the gods had taken another portion away during the city’s exile.

However, deities are not omniscient and omnipotent, or even if they were, they might not be so diligent to ensure that every resident of Alchemy City could leave. They merely humanely transported away the majority, with no mind to check every corner to ensure no one was missed.

Thus, occasionally one could still spot a body or two within those shattered structures.

But it was only bodies—Amberser could not feel any signs of life in this city, nor did he know whether they died during the transportation or before being transported.

“Deities love mankind, but their love is not for any specific individual,” Amberser mused, continuing to weave through the city, soon finding the familiar entrance to the sewer system.

Initially, Alchemy City disappeared along with the entire sewer system, for it was where the Chairman’s essence resided. The magic array used for his ascension had been stored within the sewers.

The deities, to prevent mortals from undertaking another fatal attempt at god-making, naturally erased all traces of these events.

As for why they did not utterly destroy everything, Amberser surmised it had to do with rules.

Although the Chairman desired to become a god, he ultimately failed to fully succeed, and, having been deceived by Amberser, the Chairman could only turn into a sentient Divine Artifact, merely a tool.

The gods exiled him, and that might have been the greatest punishment within the limits of the rules.

In the eyes of Aeo, the Chairman would not be much of a threat, but if the deities violated his rules for this, the God above Gods would be angered.

If Aeo were angry, the likes of the Lord of the Dawn and the Lord of the Storm would be nothing but chaff in his presence, a mere thought from him could strip any deity of their divine status, reducing them to mortals.

Don’t think this is an exaggeration, Aeo truly did this once, and it resulted in the demotion of all deities at once.

That great event led to the fall of many deities and the rise of many mortals to divinity.

It was precisely because of this significant event that both mortals and deities realized that for the God above Gods, he could dispose of all other deities without hesitation and could replace any one of them at will – there was no other choice but submission.

And because Aeo was so mighty, Amberser could negotiate with the deities, even daring to directly confront those crooked and cracked Evil Gods.

Deities are not to interfere with mortals at will. If you can’t accept it, just try to act, and you’ll see if Aeo will punish you. There’s a sense of using a chicken feather as an imperial edict in this approach.

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But this is also the only method mortals can use against the deities.

With many thoughts swirling in his mind, Amberser arrived at the familiar sewer, and following his memory, he found the location of the president – the center of the Magic Array.

The president, now transformed into a tentacled monster, was indeed still in the same place. In his view, he had just granted Amberser’s wish. Who would have thought that Alchemy City would take flight in the blink of an eye, and he had absolutely no control over it.

In the blink of an eye, Alchemy City had arrived in this realm of Chaos.

The president had also thought, could it be that Amberser had tricked him? He had said that he had already negotiated with the God of Alchemy, but now he found himself exiled. Could it be that the Lich had only negotiated for his own benefit during the talks and completely forgotten about him?

The president should be angry, should be resentful, and should want to grind Amberser’s bones into dust. But he wasn’t. His path to godhood involved discarding his humanity, keeping only a very small amount of mortal emotions, not to be swayed by feelings like mortals, but to think rationally instead.

Was it Amberser who had betrayed him? If so, how was he to solve the current trouble? That was all the president was thinking about now.

However, before they could come up with a solution, that familiar figure appeared before him.

The tentacled monster president couldn’t help but widen his only eye upon seeing Amberser.

This was unreasonable. How could he still be here? Could it mean that he didn’t betray him?

In that instant, the president’s thoughts became muddled, and everything he had thought before didn’t match up.

“Mr. President, you surely aren’t easy to find,” Amberser said with an air of great commiseration.

The president didn’t bother with courtesies and directly asked Amberser, “What exactly has happened? Has the God of Alchemy gone back on his word, wanting to exile me!?”

Amberser shook his head and said, “No, it wasn’t the God of Alchemy who exiled you. You might not believe this, but the God of Alchemy was just a tool put forward to speak with you. The real forces behind your exile are the Lord of Knowledge and his allies. Mr. President, a ‘pseudo-god’ who can use the Wishing Spell infinitely and is not bound by divine rules has too great an impact.”

“Hmph, this is nothing more than those arrogant deities being sore losers. I’ve controlled the greatest power within the rules, and they can’t judge me with those rules, so they resort to this kind of underhanded business,” the president said disdainfully.

“That’s right, you’re absolutely correct!” Amberser firmly agreed before adding, “I also disdain their actions, which is why I made an effort to come back and find you.”

Upon hearing this, the president said doubtfully, “Knowing you as I do, ninety percent of that statement is a lie. You have an extreme personality, capable of doing anything for a Gold Coin, and the pursuit of profit is your obsession; you wouldn’t risk yourself for so-called justice and fairness.”

Amberser didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. Instead, he chuckled and said, “Correct, Mr. President, you really do understand me. But since you understand me so well, you should realize that if I’ve come back here to find you, it must be to my benefit.”

The president was silent for a moment, then said, “You dare to defy the gods. Are you looking to have me grant your wish again?”

Amberser nodded and said, “Conversing with a wise man is simple – I don’t have to say anything, and you’ve already guessed the truth.”

“Heh, that’s so like you, for the sake of profit not even holding deities in high regard. But unfortunately, my Wishing Spell requires a large amount of material as a sacrifice, and this broken city can no longer support a second spell,” replied the president.

After saying this, the president’s tentacles suddenly stretched out, completely enveloping Amberser, and then he asked coldly, “One more question. Tell me, how did you find me in this chaotic void? With your abilities, how could you possibly traverse dimensions and come to this realm of Chaos? Or is it that you’ve kept some important information from me?”