This Lich Requests More Remuneration

"Rest assured, I have just stabilized the tremors in the first layer of hell, and I believe the great Asmodeus will grant me, as a new employee, a relatively lenient trial period. Now, let us discuss your issue, Zariel. If you had the chance to regain the recognition of Heaven Mountain, would you be willing to make an effort?"

"You just said that I was rejected by the laws of Heaven Mountain!" Zariel angrily said, "The World Laws don’t give you room to negotiate, and your tongue, more deceitful than a devil’s, is useless."

Amberser shook his head, "You still underestimate me. When I was on the Prime Material Plane, I became a savior hero as a Lich and even the Laine Empire, who worship the Holy Light, had to kneel before my statue. While in hell, you regarded me as a mere sinner, but I received hell’s acknowledgment and became the master of the first layer.

"Do you think I managed all these just with my mouth?"

Zariel furrowed his brow, the words sounding all too familiar. Hadn’t this guy spoken in such a tone before?

Before Zariel could recall, Amberser continued, "You still don’t understand me, Zariel. I can not only make every world accept me but also change an entire race. Do you know the Drow Elves? It was I who reintegrated them into the Elf Tribe, and now we just wait for a chance to restore the Elf Divine System to completeness."

Zariel was speechless; although many things seemed off, no one could refute the contributions Amberser had made on the Drow Elf issue.

It was he who terribly tricked Rose, giving Corellon a chance to settle accounts with his ex-wife. It was he who cleverly exploited the internal conflicts within the Drow Elves, beginning a slow but effective racial integration.

Now the new deity of the Drow Elves was about to emerge, with at least half the credit going to Amberser.