Elder Lich, a cursed immortal.

Liches were Undeads created from the death of wizards who dreamed of becoming immortal, and Liches who had surpassed their limits turned into Elder Liches.

Francois Prelati was the icon of those Elder Lichs. He used to be a highly renowned priest in the fifteenth century, but his greed for immmortality led him to pursue forbidden magic spells, which in turn turned him into a Lich upon death.

Over five hundred years, Francois lived in the shadows, learning numerous black magic spells. When the age of Dungeons started, he could finally come out to the world again.

To him, the White Tiger Clan wasn’t just a Clan for Francois. Its members were comrades who gave him a second chance in life and saviors who helped him exceed the limit of Nyx as a Lich. The Clan also served as a home to all sorts of people who had a past similar to his, so he really liked being an elder in the White Tiger Clan’s Council of Elders.

‘With this title, I can do anything,’ Francois thought.

His title was the shield that protected him from his hunters and the certification that allowed him to do various experiments.

‘Kekekeke! It’s not different here.’ Francois coldly laughed as he watched Chang-Sun, who was looking back at him. He thought he would finally get to have a fun experiment for the first time in a long time.

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