Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"The Kingdom of Northland is destroyed! The last rebel, Jacob Rosa, died unexpectedly when he surrendered!"

"Excuse me! Mr. Trump declared: The destruction of Northland is the choice of history and the people."

"Marshal Doro delivered a congratulatory speech, praising the soldiers for their bravery and fearlessness, for displaying the style of the Ember Kingdom and the spirit of the great Red Dragon Families."

Newsboys were hawking on the streets, and the streets were crowded with people coming and going.

The war ended.

The whole nation celebrated in Burning Ember Kingdom, and the atmosphere was lively.

But despite this, the work still cannot stop, and the so-called rest does not exist.

Because after the war, the soldiers spent a lot and squandered their spoils, the demand within the kingdom soared, and orders continued to flow like snowflakes - various factories even began to work overtime to carry out large-scale production.

But this not only brings hard work, but also brings much higher salary than usual.

There is prosperity everywhere.

People are miserable and happy.

But in the Kingdom's Propaganda Department, the players who serve as scriveners are not happy, and even have some neurasthenia.

They were originally only responsible for the propaganda work within the kingdom, but now they are responsible for the entire Anzeta, and they also have to carry out high-intensity propaganda for the newly conquered areas.

Task orders and scrapped manuscripts have piled up into mountains.

The player nicknamed [Awakening from a Sweet Dream] is in this messy office, and his hand holding the pen is shaking.

"A leaflet for the Principality of Fano."

"The slogans of the Principality of Swino and the propaganda of victory in the war."

"Nah, there's still 60% left. How on earth can it be finished in a few days?"

He put down his pen sharply.

Quit!

Awakening from the sweet dream, in reality, he is just an ordinary college student majoring in journalism. He likes to study various history books. After graduation, he did not find a job, so he completely let himself go and immersed himself in the game world.

As a result, he joined the Propaganda Department in order to contribute to the camp and became a scrivener of the kingdom. He finally experienced the feeling of work and even became a senior official in the Propaganda Department, supervising hundreds of scriveners.

Although he received various benefits and had the capital to show off in front of new players, he still decided to resign from this position.

He is here to play games, not to work.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the magic communicator next to him - it was Trump, the chief minister of the kingdom.

"Come to my office."

"Yes, leader, I'll be right away."

Mei Mengchu woke up and replied subconsciously.

But he quickly came to his senses - didn't I want to resign? Why are you still so submissive?

Well! I happened to submit my resignation in person.

I thought so when I woke up from a sweet dream.

Soon, he climbed up to the top floor with familiarity, came to the door of Trump's office, and knocked carefully on the door.

"Leader, I'm here."

"come in."

With a loud noise, the heavy door slowly opened.

After waking up from a sweet dream, I clutched my resignation application and cautiously entered this overly spacious, palace-like office.

"Leader, I've been really tired from work recently, so I want to--"

Trump waved his hand and interrupted him.

"I have always seen your contribution to the kingdom and the hard work you put in. Remember, the kingdom will not treat anyone who works hard."

After waking up from the sweet dream for a moment, I still made up my mind: I am the leader."

His words were stuck in his throat again.

"Don't talk about this now. I came to you for business. I have always been satisfied with your publicity work, but these are just things on the surface, and they are not enough to display your talents."

"And just recently, I discovered that some villains with ulterior motives used fabricated history to slander and attack the kingdom, which has greatly damaged the reputation of the kingdom."

Trump took a sip of water on the table and continued: "So, I am going to set up a new department, the Historical Compilation Department."

"The main job is to record the glorious history of the kingdom and record the realization of the great blueprint."

"."

When I woke up from a sweet dream, I felt depressed.

Although he enjoys studying history books, he also knows that compiling history is definitely a difficult task and will never be easier than the task at hand.

But Trump changed the topic: "However, I will find specialized historians to compile and record the official history of the kingdom, and the main job of you Starfallers does not lie in this."

"You are responsible for making up, no, organizing some short stories that reveal the true face of the enemy."

"It doesn't matter how outrageous the plot is, the main thing is to attract attention and attract the public's attention - just like the jokes you wrote in the Kingdom Daily."

Trump's voice was exceptionally calm, but he seemed to be suppressing some kind of anger.

unofficial history?

When I woke up from the sweet dream, my eyes suddenly lit up.

This is what he likes.

His previous job was very boring, and he wrote mostly official articles. He could only feel some fun when writing jokes.

The new position provided by Trump allows him to give full play to his "talent", take off the false mask, and completely let himself go.

Official history may not be true.

But wild history must be wild enough.

When the time comes, he can write whatever he wants, not only to earn gold coins and camp contributions, but also to satisfy his own bad taste.

"Here are some samples from the south for your reference."

Illusive text images appear in mid-air.

【It’s terrible! Why is the girl crying? Expose the cruel deeds of the evil red dragon! 】

【Animal rape? Explore the extremely debauched kingdom of monsters—the legendary Burning Ember Kingdom! 】

What followed them was unsigned, but the agents of the kingdom added the author's name and marked it specially in red letters.

[Luton Sigurd, the former Viscount of the United Kingdom of Northland, has fled to the Fadland region. 】

After viewing these images, I was in awe after waking up from a beautiful dream.

The enemies are not simple either.

In this era that has not experienced the explosion of information, we can actually come up with such an eye-catching title.

"Luton Sigurd."

"What a formidable enemy."

When I woke up from a sweet dream, I silently recited this name, with a hint of excitement about encountering a powerful enemy in my eyes, and my expression was eager to try.

"But the opponent you met is me who has experienced the Internet era!"

The gears of fate began to turn.

Luton Sigurd, who was thousands of miles away, didn't know yet that he had been targeted by someone, and this person was also a crazy and unfaithful creator.

"Hey hey hey"

When I woke up from a sweet dream, I smiled arrogantly, with an expectant smile on my face.

While wiping his gold-rimmed glasses, Trump asked casually: "By the way, didn't you have something else to do just now?

"You can say it now."

"Forehead"

The smile that had just woken up from a sweet dream suddenly froze.

He held the resignation application form tightly and hid it stiffly behind his back, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"It's okay, it's okay, you must have misunderstood."

"Leader, I promise to complete the mission!"

After waking up from the sweet dream, he nodded and bowed. He no longer had any thoughts of resigning and walked away from the office as if running away.

…

In the splendid and spacious office, Trump's face became a little ugly.

And those text images appeared in mid-air again, but this time there was an extra line - it turned out that it had been hidden before.

[Let a greedy and stupid ogre be the prime minister? They just stupidly stuff everything into their mouths! 】

[Expose the ridiculous internal affairs of the Kingdom of Burning Ember! 】

"hehe."

"You do not know how to live or die, you will pay the price."

The ogre archmage clenched his fists, and cracks appeared on the luxurious wooden table. Veins popped out on his forehead, and a ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face. (End of chapter)