“Kill… me…!”

Looking at the mummy panting on the ground beside his feet, Chang-Sun concisely assessed, “You’re weak.”

The mummy—no, Francois Prelati had so many things he wanted to say. Chang-Sun nonchalantly instructed Francois to use [Space Severance] on him, but using it was by no means easy. Francois had to establish the space he would materialize in his mind first, infuse his mana into the space, and anchor the space down using an Authority… He felt as if both his body and soul shriveled up every time he used it.

That was why Francois had only activated [Space Severance] a few times so far. He believed that he should gain a deeper understanding of the Authority first before constantly using it, so he only ever used it in times of emergency.

However, Chang-Sun had made Francois activate [Space Severance] eleven times already. Eleven times! Whenever it deactivated, Chang-Sun would feel as if something was lacking, so Francois would activate it again before he could take a break.

It depleted Francois’ mana first, ruining his magic organ, then it depleted the vital force in the life vessel that he had previously stored to serve as his extra set of life. It also exhausted his spiritual energy and destroyed his Class, drying up his soul and causing him to lose his rank as an Elder Lich.

As an Elder Lich, Francois felt as if he could do anything, but his Elder Lich abilities were gone now. He wasn’t even as strong as an ordinary Lich anymore. In fact, he was now weaker than a skeleton mage as indicated by his skin and bone state. Ghoul? Zombie? Francois received a message telling him that he was reduced to such a state, but he...