This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 91 - 91 89 The Power of the Golden Throne

?Chapter 91: Chapter 89 The Power of the Golden Throne Chapter 91: Chapter 89 The Power of the Golden Throne The so-called ascension to Legendary status is, at a certain moment, about either your wisdom, or power, or some other trait, touching the Origin of the World Laws.

Or to put it simply, you’ve reached the minimum threshold that the Deity above has set for mortals.

It’s like when you’re crushing on a Goddess from afar, going from looking at her picture to catching a glimpse of her in person, feeling like you “understand her even more.”

A picture is flat, a captured posture.

But seeing someone in person is three-dimensional, vivid, and the World Laws—a bewitching Goddess—is perfect from every angle without a single flaw, only making one more infatuated.

Amberser now has the fortune of seeing this supreme Deity’s true nature for the second time, once again basking in the light of the laws, gaining new insights.

At this moment, the power of the School of Prophecy stirs, as if wanting to add a filter to this supreme Goddess, and then deeply instilling it within Amberser’s soul.

Amberser quickly suppressed this force; with his personality, if he chose Prophecy, he could forget about becoming a Deity in this lifetime.

The last time he ascended, Amberser’s will wasn’t firm enough, wavered here and there, resulting in the Legendary Grace being of little use to him. But this time, he had been reborn as a Lich, casting aside all worldly desires, keeping only the most persistent, purest pursuit.

He sought more wealth, to possess a fortune so vast he couldn’t spend it all, to have the power to guard these riches and not be constantly rubbed the wrong way by others treating him like a treasure, to ensure his wealth could buy anything he desired… Perhaps it was a bit too greedy, but greed was Amberser’s biggest obsession.

Regardless of whether the ostentatious gold matched the temperament of this supreme Goddess or not, Amberser just liked that glistening golden color, which flaunted wealth.

Such obsessions were so clear, finally applying a dazzling golden filter to the supreme Goddess of the World Laws, then deeply embedding it into Amberser’s soul.

A throne forged from gold appeared before Amberser; amidst a daze, Amberser saw all beings prostrate before his feet, praying, kneeling, praising, offering everything to the emperor upon the Golden Throne.

Once Amberser recovered from the confusing Illusion Realm, he understood the kind of Legendary Grace he had received.

Amberser approached a pile of mini gold mountains, stretching out his palm.

A million Gold instantly turned into liquid, flowing and solidifying under Amberser’s control, forged into the Golden Throne he had seen.

Amberser sat on the throne, floating towards Diper, who had been frozen in time.

Like a king, Amberser lightly waved his hand, and Diper regained the ability to move. However, his memory still seemed to linger at the moment when Alchemy City was destroyed, not even knowing why he was transported here.

Seeing Amberser seated high on the Golden Throne, Diper mocked, “This is the reward you received for your wish, quite fitting of your personality.”

Amberser ignored his provocation, simply saying, “Kneel!”

Diper hadn’t the chance to retort when he felt an immense pressure descending upon him. The defensive spells on his magic robe automatically activated, attempting to block this force.

But to no avail.

The counter-spell had no effect; Diper was still pressed harshly to the ground, his knees hitting the surface hard.

Shocked, Diper thought, ‘Is this the effect of a Command Spell? Such a low-level spell can affect him too? Even as an Alchemist not adept at combat, but as a Legendary Rank, he had high resistance to these low-tier spells, equipped with various defensive items. How could Amberser’s mere word pin him to the ground?’
Diper’s head was stuck down, unable to see the missing corner of the Golden Throne behind Amberser after casting the Command Spell.

Amberser looked at Diper’s pathetic kneeling figure with satisfaction. The first effect of the Golden Throne was to assist in casting spells. Low-tier spells had weak effects, easily blocked or resisted, but when cast through the Golden Throne, the spells’ effects were greatly magnified.

Even the spells Amberser was not adept at could be perfectly cast through the Golden Throne.

For example… the Decree of Death.

All beings within a certain range are subjected to an instant death check; if unable to pass, they die immediately. Such high-tier Necromancy Spells are terrifyingly potent. Even if you’re a Legendary, failing to resist this instantaneous death effect, no matter your strength, would spell your immediate demise.

Originally, Amberser wasn’t very versed in Necromancy, given his short reincarnation time, incapable of casting high-tier spells like the Decree of Death.

But now, borrowing the power of the Golden Throne, he could cast this spell and easily strip Diper of his life.

Amberser could also cast the Fireball Technique once, and through the enhancement of the Golden Throne, achieve a blast greater than three times the power.

However, as delightful as the throne was, excessive use would lead to bankruptcy.

When gold is fashioned into a throne, it infuses the power of wealth into it, and while the power of money is indeed strong, the expenditure is equally significant.

With one use of the Decree of Death, the throne behind Amberser would be totally dissipated.

Having ascertained this ability of the Golden Throne, Amberser longer debated which Legendary Grace from the God of Alchemy he should choose.

The guild leader’s ability was to achieve a 100% success rate on alchemy experiments, but it would cost money. The Golden Throne’s abilities were not far off, still relying on wealth to cast unfamiliar spells, with both effects having a certain overlap. Although it couldn’t completely replace the guild leader’s power, choosing it would feel somewhat wasteful, considering many alchemy experiments can’t do without high-tier spells’ involvement, with the success rate often linked to these spells.

Therefore, he should choose the Legendary Grace of property transformation. From now on, Amberser wouldn’t have to worry about the issue of bones when creating skeletons, as he could use steel directly to cast them, providing Amberser with more options.

If it were just that, Amberser would only be using money to bridge the gap between himself and other legends, which doesn’t align with his philosophy of earning more money.

Thus, the Golden Throne had a second ability: it helped Amberser make money.

Looking at Diper, who was kneeling on the ground, Amberser switched to a gentler tone and said, “Master Diper, there has been a bit of a misunderstanding between us.”

Diper felt the pressure lift and clumsily stood up, and at this moment, he finally felt the threat of death. The lich before him seemed different, and the Magipuppet Automatons he had relied on were destroyed, leaving him with no ground to stand firm.

Diper lowered his head and said to Amberser, “I admit that I’ve completely lost this time, and I’m willing to pay the ransom.”

Hearing the word ‘ransom,’ Amberser’s eyes lit up.

“Hehe, you see, it was indeed a misunderstanding. I knew Master Diper would understand my predicament. After all, the people from Alchemy City had my castle dismantled by Paladins. As for the ransom, it must befit the status of a legend, don’t you think?”

Diper’s face darkened, but he had no choice but to say to Amberser, “Alchemy City has long been running at a loss, and I don’t have much cash on hand, but I can use these to make the payment.”

Diper slowly reached into his chest, fearing to cause any misunderstanding with Amberser.

He took out something that looked like a pocket watch and handed it to Amberser.

Amberser carefully opened it, and beams of light projected from the pocket watch, forming many three-dimensional images.

“All the detailed data and designs of Alchemy City’s Magipuppet Automatons are here, guaranteed to be more complete than those on record. All this information is encrypted, but if you let me go, I’ll tell you how to decrypt it.”

But Amberser casually tossed the pocket watch back at Diper and said, “Sorry, I’m not interested in the technology of Magipuppet Automatons. You should be well aware that I’m a lich, and to my eyes, undead are far more useful than Magipuppet Automatons.”

“But I don’t have anything else.”

Diper said in agitation, having almost given everything only to lose so thoroughly.

“Don’t say that, you still have your life, don’t you?”

A small piece of the Golden Throne’s back vanished, and pale green magic energy fell upon Diper, eliciting a painful wail from the legendary alchemist.

Diper tried hard to activate the various magic equipment on his body, but it seemed already too late.

Dark Corrosive Energy pierced his body, swiftly corroding his flesh.

His clothes fell away, revealing a grim skeleton.

Under Amberser’s gaze, this skeleton knelt before the throne, reminiscent of a scene Amberser had envisioned when he first felt the throne’s power.

A sprinkle of golden light lit up at the notch in the throne, and tiny grains of gold formed, filling in some of the Golden Throne’s gaps.

This was the Golden Throne’s second ability.

Every life that submitted to Amberser and bowed devoutly before the Golden Throne could recharge the Golden Throne with belief.

Yes, belief recharge.

The higher the willpower and intelligence of the life, the more belief Gold Coins it would generate when it bowed devoutly before the Golden Throne.

This had nothing to do with the constitution of the living being; a child’s devout kneeling could produce more belief than that of a ferocious beast, as human intelligence far surpasses that of wild animals.

Amberser then unsealed the remaining alchemists, emptied their pockets, and turned them all into skeletons.

However, it seemed these skeletons weren’t exactly high in intelligence, and the gold they generated from their kneeling still failed to satisfy Amberser.

Although Diper was a legend, at the moment of his death, his soul had vanished; if he believed in a deity, he might have entered a Divine Realm by now; if not, the soul of such a legendary being would become a highly prized currency contested by devils in Hell.

This skeleton before him was at most a little sturdier in framework.

But no matter, if quality was lacking, it could be compensated with quantity.

Combined with the ability to create Pseudo-Souls, given enough time and materials, Amberser could create a vast army to provide him with a constant supply of belief recharge.

Previously, Amberser was concerned about running out of materials, as acquiring a large number of corpses of living things was not easy. You might have the money, but there’s not that many bodies for sale, unless you carry out a mass slaughter.

But now, the shells to house the Pseudo-Souls no longer need to be limited to skeletons.