There were so many things I didn't get to do. I can't believe I died a goddamn virgin! How did I fail to get dick for 25 years?! Sure, I had regrets, both superficial and important. I still had grudges against my mom, and never really forgave her. I wasn't sure how the life of a Lich God would pan out, but I wanted to make the most of it and be happy.

I ventured out the doors at the end of the court and saw an even more expansive courtyard. There was a stable on the left with undead steeds for the taking. In the middle was a fountain filled with red flowing liquid. That's, not blood, right? I sweated mentally and tried not to think about it.

And on my right was the first other 'living' being. It looked like a skeleton as well and wore fancy black and red plate armor. 'Undead Knight' was what my encyclopedia said it was. Its job was to ensure the castle's safety. I waved, and it bowed. I could feel my connection to it, and it was more a relationship of servitude for the master rather than a job that paid.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps growing closer. A girl, probably in her teens, nearly bumped into me. Someone was chasing her, and when he saw me, he immediately stopped and kneeled. "O' Great One, I welcome you back."

Shit, don't mess this up… "Thanks. What were you doing?" I asked and gestured for him to stand up.

He grew nervous and pushed some unruly hairs out of his face, "Great One, I was, disciplining a thrall." His face was full of anxiety and he trembled ever so slightly.

My book defined him as a Vampire Lord, and defined the girl as a Human. Great One? Hmm, well, whatever. He lied, and I held a special hatred for liars, but that wasn't my business. This world had magic for crying out loud! There were probably an infinite number of things I couldn’t possibly understand at the moment, including the story behind that girl. I left it alone. “Where is the closest human city?”

He explained it to me as best he could, about the city called Perseverance. A name like that suggested its inhabitants triumphed over many hardships, so I felt good about it. “Shall I prepare your transportation, Great One?” His slick hair and tongue made me even more cautious of him. He was off-putting, but he never wronged me. However, I would be a fool to trust in one who sought to lie in the face of someone he called ‘Great One’.

“No. Carry on,” I said. I tried to maintain a persona of one who was meant to be served. I had the book, or as I learned later on, grimoire, isolate transportation spells. There were a few, starting from adept-level and ending at master-level. This feels just like an RPG. Is there HP and MP? I asked the grimoire.

The grimoire was a weird thing; it was as if it could read my mind and extrapolate the best information for me to see depending on my words. What it showed me was basically a status window, just like in games. My hit points, or HP, read ‘N/A’ and my mana points, or MP, read ‘999,999’. I raised my non-existent brow. Does that mean it’s maxed out? I scratched my head and ignored my HP and MP for now.

After seeing those gamey aspects, I expected to see attributes like strength, intelligence, and dexterity, but there was nothing like that.

Below it was a collapsed menu that contained my entire repertoire of spells. Pages upon pages of spells were there. I’d gotten through over three hundred novice spells by the time I stumbled upon the start of the apprentice spells. Fucking hell, my brain can’t take all this. I was just an office worker, man…

Instead of going through that grueling list of spells, I returned my attention to the few transportation spells. Those that used portal magic were limited by user’s memory and knowledge of a location, and therefore, I could only teleport to the damn throne room. The spells that utilized movement were spells to increase running speed, flight spells, or spells to summon mounts.

As the mounts seemed the fastest option, I decided on that. But first, I would test out a harmless novice spell before summoning a monster that required an expert spell. I cast Water Jet, and as the name suggested, it was a quick, sharp, and pointed jet of water. It didn’t damage the castle’s walls, but it did leave a little mark about a couple centimeters deep. The process of casting a spell didn’t feel weird at all.

I skipped apprentice-level spells and went to adept. The spell I picked out was called Wintry Grave. It essentially created a small blizzard in an area that froze enemies after a few seconds. But it could be circumvented by a protection spell that was adept or greater. Again, casting a spell felt natural, and was of no difficulty to me.

Admittedly, I began squealing in excitement at the prospects of magic, something once unknown to me. Finally, it was time to summon Dreadhoof, an undead warhorse, and an expert spell.

The thing was as glorious as it was terrifying. The skeletal horse had horns, so I wondered what kind of creature it was when it was living. The armor on it was a cool black and white, mirroring the designs on my robe and on the Scepter of the Lich God.

Finally, with high hopes and excitement anew, I set off into the direction of Perseverance. Dreadhoof trotted, then slowly sped up into a gallop, until finally, he leaped into the air. This is fucking sick! I held on for dear life, but was still amazed at sights of a dead flying horse.