Chapter 22

"Truly, I am a good person, I really am a good person."

This has almost become my catchphrase. Every time I say this, the audience's expressions and attitudes become very strange and subtle.

"Hehe, the weather is nice today, very pleasant and sunny, perfect for camping. By the way, we minotaurs really have no interest in hay. Next time, can we bring steaks instead of hay? I like them medium-rare, with a bit of blood, it's the most delicious."

This was the response from the silly cow who loves beef. Although it was clearly a topic change, it was the most comfortable response.

"Hehe, Master, you are so funny, but this joke is a bit outdated."

"Haha, a good person? You're killing me, if you're a good person, I'm a love guru!" Adam gave me no face at all.

"No, even if Roland became a good person, you couldn't become a love guru. But, Adam, your goal is quite high. A love guru? Do you want me to build a harem for you, to gather beauties?" But soon, Margaret's substantial resentment made Adam realize what it means to invite disaster. Yes, I was the one who told Margaret.

Well, most people who know me a bit have reactions similar to Eliza and the idiot Adam, treating my "good person theory" as another joke.

However, in my mind, I am indeed trying to be a good person.

"As a lich, if I help an old lady cross the street, she would probably call the city management for help immediately. But, fighting evil is also a form of doing good. Eliminating one villain is more effective than doing ten small good deeds. Making the whole city run smoothly and ensuring ordinary citizens live well, that's worth ten thousand good deeds."

But unfortunately, my evil lich system refuses to recognize this. It still assigns one evil daily task after another.

However, not doing these tasks is not an option. If I don't, I lose evil points and can't resurrect. But as a law enforcer, I can't act recklessly. So, I have to rack my brains to turn these destructive daily tasks into pranks that don't cross legal boundaries.

"Force a hundred people to roll on the ground in despair? Try the tickling hell... The aftermath of this was the feathers used to create the tickling hell earned me a huge fine and cleanup costs..."

"Publicly torture a sentient being, the more gruesome the better? This is simple, it's you, Mr. Cockroach. A spell to increase intelligence, then the ten most cruel punishments of the Qing Dynasty. Hehe, should we start with dismemberment or slicing? Eliza, lend me your sewing needle. What for? Of course, to use as a scalpel."

The aftermath of this was Eliza not speaking to me for a week, not coming within three meters of me for a month, and looking at me with disdain. When she had to call me, it was always "Stinky Master"...

At first, this was very hard, but later, it became a fun challenge to outsmart the city management. Hmm? I think I understand why Xueti and Lilith always join the ranks of those who outsmart the city management. The ancients were right, happiness and perversion are contagious.

Hmm, as a law enforcer, I shouldn't keep causing trouble for the city management. I need to find a chance to talk to them. (Mysterious voice: Do you have the face to talk to them?!)

Cough, it seems I've gone off-topic again. Let's get back to the main point.

I once couldn't understand why the system was unwilling to recognize me as a good person. I even suspected that I would always be an evil lich. But one day, when I was roaring at a criminal, I suddenly understood.

"Do you think that by killing the other person's father and then compensating the daughter with all your wealth, you have made up for your sins? You are deceiving yourself! Hypocrite!"

"No matter what you do, the crime has been committed. The victim's pain became a fact the moment you committed the crime. No matter how you argue or compensate afterward, you cannot change the crime you have committed. Only by accepting the judgment and punishment of the law can you cleanse your sins. If you truly regret your actions, you should reform and atone in prison, and then live a clean life after you are released."

Let's not mention the impulsive murderer who was sentenced to fifteen years in prison due to the victim's daughter's plea.

When this case was concluded, I felt a sense of exhaustion as I left the courtroom, a feeling of powerlessness that I had never experienced before...

In the quiet room, I collapsed in a chair, holding my head, and saw only my bony arms. I finally understood.

No matter what I do in the future, the sins of the past will always be on my back. The souls I have caused to die are enough to fill the entire River Styx. No matter how many people I save or how many good deeds I do, I am still a sinner. I can't even deceive my own heart, so how can I make the system recognize that I have become a good person?

"The inscription on the monument in front of the Supreme Court, which I wrote personally, reads: 'The only way to cleanse a crime is through a fair trial and the punishment of the law. No one is exempt.'"

But unfortunately, it seems that no one can judge me now. So, I can only continue to wander between good and evil, waiting for the day of judgment that may never come...

Perhaps, deep down, I also realize the irony and absurdity of a great sinner who almost destroyed the world sitting on the judge's bench, judging a minor criminal who killed a few people...

"Haha, so what if I'm a hypocrite? I'm not saying it's for peace of mind or anything stupid like that. I just think that the continent of Azeroth isn't ready to be destroyed yet. Since the original 'history' has proven that the normal path cannot prevent the great catastrophe, let me, the hypocrite, try a different approach."

Yes, that's what I'm doing, but now I've encountered a small problem.

At this moment, I received intelligence from "The Observer" that the attack on the eastern gate of Sulfur Mountain City was carried out by the Blackwater Army of Karun City, the personal guard of the city lord, Steelback Pigman.

Hmm, "Steelback" is the name of this pigman city lord. Please respect the tradition of pigman naming their children after their cries at birth.

However, the downside of this custom is that if you shout "Steelback, I'll f**k you" in a place where pigmen gather, you'll have three or four hundred "Steelbacks" coming after you...

Once, a wise pigman named Zhu Tou San from the Flying Red Pig clan invented a system of adding numbers to names to solve this problem. Unfortunately, due to the low intelligence of pigmen, they could only count to twenty on their toes, making this method impractical and had to be abandoned.

Well, the creator seems to be fair. Although pigmen have low intelligence, are incredibly ugly, and smell like pigsties, they are naturally strong and have thick skin. Most importantly, they reproduce quickly. Any race with a large population will eventually produce mutants and geniuses, and strong individuals will not be lacking.

The Blackwater Army is a perfect example. Each new recruit is selected from a thousand pigmen, then trained in combat, with the weak eliminated and the strong remaining. Out of ten, only one survives to become a proud guard of Steelback.

Although the Blackwater Army is only three thousand strong, with the obvious weakness of short legs and slow running, their average level is 50 Silver Rank, and they are a classic combination of orc berserkers and shaman priests. The pigmen's naturally thick skin, combined with the shaman's bloodlust spell, makes these heavy infantry units like moving mountains of flesh, difficult to resist in a frontal charge, and they are quite famous.

Of course, even in the underground world, where strong beings abound, such a heavy army would be at least the level of a royal guard of a human empire if it appeared on the surface.

Fifteen minutes ago, nearly a thousand Blackwater heavy infantry and dark shamans charged through the eastern gate, rampaging without restraint.

It seems that to curry favor with the underground alliance and completely capture Sulfur Mountain City, Steelback City Lord was willing to send nearly half of his forces, and the corrupt councilors managed to hide them outside the city.

The latest to face them were the dark elf city management patrol team, who were the first to receive the report. They only had a full squad of ten...

Protecting ordinary citizens from fleeing, the squad of dark elf paladins fought to the death. Dark elves are often quite beautiful, and pigmen are naturally brutal and lustful, so they didn't even pick and choose...

While devouring and desecrating the bodies, the loyal guards' corpses became toys for the orcs. Perhaps we should thank the chaotic discipline and stupidity of the pigmen, as they even started fighting each other over the right to enjoy the "spoils."

When I arrived, the scene before me was a hell on earth.

"Haha, but, I'm glad I still have the evil lich system. As long as I do as I please, I can become stronger, how simple. After all, evil needs to be countered by evil. What else can be more evil than evil, and more pleasurable than being a brute?"

A cold and vicious curse resonated in my soul, endless killing intent roared in my mind, and finally, it turned into cold words.

"Kill them all!"

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PS. To improve quality, I have adjusted the main plot. Two updates are planned for tomorrow....