Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Eich’s news industry had become quite advanced ever since the fairies got involved. The fairies’ news stands could be found almost everywhere. Anyone could subscribe to their daily Black Forest Report and learn about major incidents which had occurred halfway around the world just a few days ago.

However, the fairies were recently having difficulty keeping up with the news!

This meaningless Holy War wouldn’t possibly stop. The end result of the entire world being at war was that highly important news was happening every day.

In the past, the death of a king or destruction of an entire army would have been headline news. Now, the destruction of an entire small or medium kingdom would only be on the second page.

Did this sound like everything was bad news?

The result of bad news being everywhere was that any bit of good news would be endlessly exaggerated.

“The Devil Lord Chaos Main God invaded the mortal plane, only to be directly beaten back by the Strongest Holy Knight!”

On the very next day, the fairies had the more than 100 news agencies under their control all use this exact same headline.

Under this headline was a memory crystal image of Sarwenstan who now had only one dragon head remaining. Even though he was in an incredibly wretched state, his image was still capable of striking primeval fear into people’s hearts.

Sarwenstan was a supreme source of evil that would typically only appear in fairy tales. Yet, he was now appearing in front of everyone in such a wretched state, which truly gave others a tremendous impact.

To give an analogy using Christianity from my original world, it would be like Satan suddenly arriving on Earth to fight against God, but then Satan was hit in the head by a randomly thrown brick right after crawling out of hell, to the point where his head was seriously injured and bleeding... This was probably a rather strange analogy, but I’m sure my readers will understand.

The end result was that every single fairy news publication used more than half of their entire publication to report on this incident. They started from Sarwenstan’s past accomplishments, talking about his current status, faction, how incredibly many powerful individuals he had killed before, and so on. All news publications then came to the identical conclusion that I had accomplished an incredibly amazing combat achievement that was so unbelievable and wonderful for morale.

“The greatest combat achievement since the Holy War started!”

“The Holy Church is nothing more than disorganized rabble that only knows how to argue about the Strongest Holy Knight who achieved so many incredible things.”

There was a tiny postscript in all these exaggerated reports that Sarwenstan’s “ally A”, whom some referred to as an Undead Emperor by the name of Shupnus, was accidentally injured during this attack. There was even a picture of Shupnus’s skull looking all pitiful in the center. f𝑟e𝒆𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗oѵ𝐞𝗹.c૦𝑚

Ally A? Accidentally injured? If I was Shupnus, I would have been angered to the point of exploding just by seeing such a news report. Being at the very end in such tiny text would be even more humiliating than receiving a serious injury.

Disorganized rabble? The Holy Church had received yet another verbal attack despite having nothing to do with this matter. The very fact that the fairies dared to criticize the powerful Holy Church was also circumspect evidence that the Holy Church’s reputation had recently been decreasing significantly. If the Holy Church didn’t accomplish anything major soon, then not only would it be unable to be the humans’ leader in the Holy War, it would likely be pushed out of authority by the royalty of the major countries.

Actually, none of the above were the most pitiful here. The most pitiful one was the Devil Lord whose name wasn’t even reported for his death. It was as if everyone had tacitly agreed to forget about his existence.

“I am the Devil Lord under Satan whose name is... Ahhhhhh!!!”

He died in a suddenly passing by flash of light on his first appearance before he could even introduce his name. He really couldn’t get any more pitiful.

Even though a Devil Lord would clearly be a vicious existence that dominated the planes and even the Gods feared, he ended up as a tragic character who died a comic death, which really made me want to exclaim.

The battlefield at Bardi, which nobody had paid any attention to previously, suddenly became the center of attention, far surpassing the ongoing meat grinder battle in San Antonio.

I also became the center of attention once more.

This time, the fairies didn’t readjust the Calamity Rankings, since it was impossible to raise my rank anymore. They even hesitated on whether or not to remove me, as the Calamity Rankings represented those who were dangerous to the world, while in a certain way, I had proved my own allegiance with my actions.

However, my power level assessment was adjusted upwards by a significant amount. I had originally been assessed to be at Level 4, seven stars, but my rank was instantly changed to 17 stars.

20 stars was a Main God’s power level. 10 stars was a powerful God’s level. This ranking meant that I was far stronger than normal powerful Gods, and that I was capable of threatening the Main Gods, although I had yet to personally slay a Main God by myself.

Actually, this assessment of my power level was really unreliable. Sophocles the Deceiver, Sarwenstan, and even Seraphim Winton and Undead Emperor Shupnus had all been my hypothetical enemies that my Dawn sword countered. On top of that, I had revealed my Dawn sword ace for the first time against them, which was how I achieved such good combat results.

If I had to face an enemy whose powers I didn’t counter, such as a Dwarf God or a Nature God, or a Chaos Evil God who had formerly been an Order God, then I would have to run away even if the enemy wasn’t a Main God. I had only completed one of my four planned magic swords, after all. I was far from reaching my utmost potential.

Still, these so-called power level assessments were only useful for newcomers as a reference. Every powerful existence would have their personal path. There were countless strange abilities out there. Who was actually stronger or weaker? Who might have abilities that countered another’s? This could only be determined by a real fight.

The biggest use of a power level assessment was to warn newcomers to not bite off more than they could chew, so that they wouldn’t challenge opponents who were far stronger than they were. This was better than dying in a hot-blooded manner due to foolishly not knowing any better.

To me, the fairies’ assessment was only something I would read to pass the time. There would be far more trouble waiting for me on the battlefield.

My attack on Sarwenstan wouldn’t end this battle at all, but rather the opposite. The furious Chaos Main God would rest and recover for a little while and then angrily open up even more dimensional portals without caring about the price he would have to pay. The furious ruler of devils would surely summon even more devil generals and commanders to come here.

The human allied army with Bardi at the lead wouldn’t be stupid, either. After they confirmed the veracity of this news, they unhesitatingly increased their marching speed. The two sides had already begun a cruel battle of attrition.

The wood spirits’ Forest of Dreams had also sent out their army to help deal with the devils and undead’s forces. Bardi had already unhesitatingly started a direct battle against the devil army.

Bardi was truly a country that had suffered many catastrophes. The Holy Church led an allied invasion against it, the Mage Country previously had a bad relationship with it, the Undead Calamity chose it for its first invasion location, and now it was going through a second Undead Calamity, and on top of all that, the devils had now invaded. Although Bardi was truly unfortunate, this was also in a way proof that the country and people of Bardi had incredibly foundational strength and durability. They wouldn’t be that easy to defeat.

Meanwhile, I met with a new problem after successfully escaping from Asolivis. The devils and undead were being far too “passionate” about trying to find me. It seemed as if they would follow me anywhere, no matter where in the world I tried to go.