This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 89

The so-called ascension to Legend is essentially when your wisdom, power, or some other specific trait touches the source of the world's laws at a certain moment.

Or simply put, you have touched the passing line drawn for mortals by the supreme god above.

It's like having a crush on a goddess. You go from looking at photos to catching a glimpse of the real person on the street, feeling like you "understand the goddess even more."

A photo is flat, a frozen posture.

But seeing the real person on the street is three-dimensional and vivid. And the Goddess of World Laws is perfect from three hundred and sixty degrees without any dead angles, only making one more obsessed.

Ambrose was now fortunate enough to see the true face of this supreme goddess for the second time. Bathing in the light of laws again gave him new insights.

At this moment, the power belonging to the School of Divination stirred, as if wanting to add a filter to this supreme goddess and then deeply imprint it into Ambrose's soul.

Ambrose hurriedly held this power down. With his personality, if he chose Divination, he could forget about becoming a god in this lifetime.

During his previous ascension, Ambrose's will hadn't been firm enough. Wavering back and forth resulted in a Legendary Boon that wasn't of much use to him. But this time, having reincarnated as a Lich, he had discarded all worldly desires, leaving only the most persistent and pure pursuit.

To pursue more wealth. To possess wealth that couldn't be spent no matter how much he spent. To possess the power to protect this wealth, rather than being rubbed against the ground repeatedly as a treasure trove for others. To let his wealth buy anything he wanted... Perhaps it was a bit too greedy, but greed was inherently Ambrose's greatest obsession.

Who cared if "Tyrant Gold" didn't match the temperament of this supreme goddess? Ambrose just liked this glittering color that displayed opulence.

These obsessions were so clear that they finally added a layer of glittering gold filter to the Goddess of World Laws, which was then deeply imprinted into Ambrose's soul.

A throne cast of gold revealed itself before Ambrose. In a trance, Ambrose saw all living beings prostrating at his feet. They prayed, kneeled, and praised, dedicating everything to the emperor on the Golden Throne.

When Ambrose recovered from the blurred illusion, he understood what kind of Legendary Boon he had obtained.

Ambrose walked to the small mountain of gold and extended his palm.

A million gold coins instantly turned into liquid. Under Ambrose's control, they flowed, solidified, and were cast into the Golden Throne Ambrose had seen.

Ambrose sat on the throne and floated over to Dippel, who was frozen in time.

Ambrose waved his hand gently like a king, and Dippel regained his mobility. However, his memory seemed to still be stuck at the moment the City of Alchemy was destroyed; he didn't even know why he had been transported here.

Seeing Ambrose sitting high on the Golden Throne, Dippel even mocked, "Is this the reward you got from your wish? It fits your personality quite well."

Ambrose ignored his provocation and simply said calmly, "Kneel!"

Before Dippel had a chance to retort, he felt immense pressure fall upon him. The defensive spells on his magic robe activated automatically, trying to isolate this layer of force.

However, doing so was meaningless.

The spell counter-effect was completely useless. Dippel was still pressed heavily onto the ground by the crushing weight, his knees slamming into the floor.

Dippel was shocked. Was this the effect of the Command spell? Could such a low-level spell work on him? Even as an alchemist not skilled in combat, as a Legendary-rank powerhouse, his resistance to these low-tier spells was high. He also had various defensive equipment on him. How could he be pressed to the ground by a single sentence from Ambrose?

Dippel couldn't lift his head at all, so he couldn't see that after Ambrose cast this Command spell, a corner of the Golden Throne behind him was missing.

Ambrose watched Dippel's wretched kneeling appearance with satisfaction. The first effect of this Golden Throne was assisted spellcasting. Low-tier spells had weak effects and were easily blocked or resisted. But using the Golden Throne to cast spells could significantly strengthen the spell's effect.

Even spells Ambrose wasn't good at could be cast perfectly through the Golden Throne.

For example... *Power Word Kill*.

Designating all creatures within a certain range to undergo an instant death check. Once failed, they would die immediately. The power of this high-tier necromancy spell was terrifying. Even if you were a Legend, if you couldn't resist this instant death effect, you would die on the spot regardless of how powerful you were.

Ambrose's research into necromancy hadn't been very deep originally since his time since reincarnation was short. He couldn't cast high-tier necromancy spells like Power Word Kill.

But now, as long as he borrowed the power of the Golden Throne, he could cast this spell and easily strip Dippel of his life.

Ambrose could also cast a Fireball spell. Through the enhancement of the Golden Throne, he could achieve an effect where one shot was greater than three.

It was just that while the throne was good, using it too much would lead to bankruptcy.

When gold was cast into a throne, it equated to injecting the power of wealth into it. The power of money was indeed formidable, but the consumption was also huge.

A single casting of Power Word Kill, and the throne behind Ambrose would dissipate completely.

After confirming this ability of the Golden Throne, Ambrose stopped agonizing over which Legendary Boon the God of Alchemy offered.

The Guild Master's ability was 100% completion of alchemy experiments, but one had to pay-to-win. The Golden Throne's ability wasn't much different; it was also paying to cast spells he didn't know. The effects of the two overlapped to a certain extent. Even if they couldn't completely replace each other, choosing the Guild Master's ability seemed a bit wasteful since many alchemy experiments couldn't do without the casting of high-tier spells, and success rates were often related to these spells.

Therefore, he should choose the *Material Property Modification* Legendary Boon. Ambrose wouldn't need to agonize over bone issues when making skeletons in the future; he could directly use steel to cast them, giving him more choices.

If it were only this, Ambrose would merely be making up the gap between him and other Legends by spending money, which didn't fit his philosophy of wanting to earn more money.

Therefore, the Golden Throne had a second ability: helping Ambrose make money.

Ambrose looked at Dippel kneeling on the ground and switched to a gentle tone, "Master Dippel, we had a little misunderstanding earlier."

Dippel felt the pressure disappear and stood up wretchedly again. At this moment, he finally felt the threat of death. The Lich before him seemed to have become different, and the magical puppet he relied on earlier had already been destroyed. He seemed to have lost the qualification to be tough.

Dippel lowered his head and said to Ambrose, "I admit I lost completely this time. I am willing to pay a ransom."

Hearing the word "ransom," Ambrose's eyes lit up.

"Hehe, look, it really was a misunderstanding. I knew Master Dippel understood my difficulties. After all, your people from the City of Alchemy had Paladins dismantle my castle. As for this ransom, it must be worthy of a Legend's status, right?"

Dippel's face was gloomy, but he could only say to Ambrose, "The City of Alchemy has long been unable to make ends meet, and I don't have much cash. But I can pay with these."

Dippel moved slowly as he reached into his chest, afraid of causing a misunderstanding with Ambrose.

Something resembling a pocket watch was taken out and handed to Ambrose.

Ambrose opened it cautiously. Rays of light projected from the pocket watch, assembling into many three-dimensional images.

"Detailed data and design blueprints for all magical puppets of the City of Alchemy are here. I guarantee they are more complete than those archives. These data are encrypted. If you let me go, I will tell you the method to decode them."

But Ambrose tossed the pocket watch back and said to Dippel, "Sorry, I'm not interested in magical puppet technology. You should know very well that I am a Lich. In my opinion, undead are much easier to use than magical puppets."

"But, I have nothing else," Dippel said agitatedly. He had paid almost everything, yet lost so thoroughly.

"Don't say that. Don't you still have your life?"

Another small piece of the Golden Throne's backrest disappeared. Pale green magical energy fell upon Dippel, causing this Legendary Alchemist to let out a miserable howl.

Dippel tried hard to activate various magical equipment on his body, but it seemed too late.

Necrotic energy penetrated his body, rapidly corroding his flesh and blood.

His clothes fell off, revealing a set of dense white bones.

Under Ambrose's gaze, this skeleton kneeled before the throne, just like the image Ambrose saw when he comprehended the ability.

A ray of fine golden light lit up on the gap in the throne. Tiny grains of gold sand were generated, filling a little bit of the Golden Throne's gap.

This was the second ability of the Golden Throne.

Every life that submitted to Ambrose and devoutly kneeled before the Golden Throne could use faith to recharge Ambrose's Golden Throne.

Yes, faith recharge.

The higher the willpower and wisdom of the life form, the more faith coins generated when they devoutly kneeled before the Golden Throne.

This had nothing to do with the physical constitution of the life form. The faith generated by a child kneeling devoutly might be more than that of a beast because human wisdom far exceeded that of wild animals.

Ambrose unsealed the remaining few alchemists, emptied their pockets, and converted them all into skeletons.

It was just that these skeletons didn't seem to be high-IQ creatures; the gold generated by their kneeling still couldn't satisfy Ambrose.

Although Dippel was a Legend, the moment he died, his soul had already disappeared. If he had a deity he believed in, he would have likely entered some divine kingdom. If not, the soul of a Legendary figure would become high-value currency fought over by devils in hell.

The skeleton before him just had slightly sturdier bones at most.

However, it wasn't a big problem. Lack of quality could be filled by quantity.

Combined with the ability of Fabricated Soul, as long as Ambrose had enough time and materials, he could create a massive army to provide him with a steady stream of faith recharges.

Before, Ambrose would have worried about insufficient materials because obtaining a large number of corpses of living things wasn't easy. Even if you had money, there weren't that many corpses to sell to you unless a massacre was conducted directly.

But now, the shells used to house Fabricated Souls no longer needed to be limited to skeletons.