Makers of History

"The Northern Kingdom has fallen! The last rebel, Jacob Rosa, died unexpectedly while surrendering!"

"Breaking news! Breaking news! President Lang Pu declares: The fall of the the North is the choice of history, the choice of the people."

Marshal Dolo delivered a congratulatory address, praising the soldiers for their bravery and fearlessness, for displaying the glory of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom and the spirit of the Great Red Dragon's retinue.

Newspaper boys were hawking their wares on the street, which was bustling with people.

The war was over.

The entire Embers of the Burned Kingdom was filled with joyous celebration.

Despite this, work cannot stop, and there is no such thing as rest.

Because the soldiers spent lavishly after the war, squandering their spoils, demand within the kingdom surged, with orders pouring in like snowflakes—factories even began working overtime to produce on a large scale.

But this not only brought fatigue, but also much higher pay than usual.

Everywhere was a scene of prosperity.

People experience both pain and pleasure.

However, in the Kingdom's Propaganda Department, the players who served as Scribe Officer were not happy, and some were even suffering from neurasthenia.

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

Task sheets and rejected drafts have piled up like a mountain.

The player nicknamed "Awakened Dream" found himself in this chaotic office, his hand trembling as he held the pen.

"A propaganda leaflet from the Fano Duchy."

"Slogans from the Sweno Duchy, and propaganda about the victory in the war."

"Damn it, there are still 60% left. How the hell is it possible to finish writing it in just a few days?"

He slammed down his pen.

"I quit!" In reality, Awakened Dream was just an ordinary journalism student who enjoyed reading various history books. After failing to find a job after graduation, he completely let loose and immersed himself in the world of games.

As a result, he joined the Propaganda Department to Faction Contribution and became a scribe in the kingdom. He finally experienced what it was like to work and even became a high-ranking official in the Propaganda Department, managing hundreds of Scribe Officer.

Although he received various benefits and had something to brag about to new players, he still resolutely decided to resign from the position.

He came here to play games, not to work.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the magic communicator next to him—it was the kingdom's Chief Minister, Lang Pu.

"Come to my office."

"Yes, sir, I'll be right there."

She answered instinctively Awakened Dream.

But he quickly realized—wasn't I supposed to be resigning? Why am I still being so submissive? Fine! I'll just resign in person.

He thought to himself as Awakened Dream.

He quickly and skillfully climbed to the top floor, arrived at Lang Pu's office door, and cautiously knocked on the door.

"Boss, I've arrived."

"Come in."

With a loud bang, the heavy door slowly opened.

Awakened Dream, clutching her resignation letter, she nervously entered the overly spacious, palatial office.

"Boss, I've been so tired from work lately, so I'd like to—"

Lang Pu waved his hand, interrupting him.

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

After a moment's hesitation, Awakened Dream, he finally made up his mind. "Boss, I..."

His words caught in his throat again.

"Let's not talk about that now. I called you here for something important. I've always been satisfied with your publicity work, but that's all just what's on the surface and not enough to showcase your talent."

"And just recently, I discovered that some treacherous people are using fabricated history to slander and attack the kingdom, greatly damaging its reputation."

Lang Pu took a sip of water from the table and continued, "So, I'm going to set up a new department, the Historical Compilation Department."

"The main task is to record the kingdom's glorious history and document the realization of its Great Blueprint."

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Awakened Dream dejected.

Although he enjoyed studying history books, he also knew that compiling history was an extremely difficult task, no easier than the task at hand.

But Lang Pu changed the subject. "However, I will find specialized historians to compile and record the official history of the kingdom, and that is not the main job of you Starfallers."

"You'll be responsible for fabricating, no, compiling some short stories that expose the enemy's true face."

"It doesn't matter how outrageous the plot or storyline is, the main thing is to attract attention and get the public's attention—just like the jokes you wrote in the 《Kingdom Daily News》."

Lang Pu's voice was unusually calm, yet it seemed to be suppressing some kind of anger.

unofficial history?

Awakened Dream and was immediately struck by a bright light.

This was his favorite thing.

His previous job was quite tedious, mostly consisting of official articles, and he only found some enjoyment in writing jokes.

The new position offered by Lang Pu would allow him to fully unleash his "talents," shed his false mask, and completely let loose.

Official history is not necessarily true.

But the unofficial history must be quite unofficial.

He can write whatever he wants then, earning Gold Coin and Faction Contribution while satisfying his perverse tastes.

"These are some samples from the south; you can take a look."

Illusory images of text appeared in mid-air.

[A Horrible Scene! Why is the Girl Crying? Exposing the Cruel Deeds of the Evil Red Dragon!]

Bestiality? Exploring the extremely depraved monster kingdom—the legendary Embers of the Burned Kingdom!

They were not signed, but the kingdom's spies added the author's name and marked it in red.

Luton. Seager, formerly a viscount of the Northern United Kingdom, has fled to the Fadlan region.

After viewing these images, I Awakened Dream and was immediately filled with awe.

The enemy is not simple either.

In an era that has never experienced an information explosion, it's amazing that they could come up with such an eye-catching headline.

"Luton. Seager, huh?"

"What a formidable enemy."

Awakened Dream, he murmured the name, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement at facing a formidable foe, his expression eager to try.

"But the opponent you're facing is someone like me who experienced the internet age!"

The gears of fate have begun to turn.

Luton. Seager, was unaware that he was being targeted by a ruthless purveyor of unofficial history.

Hehehe

He chuckled Awakened Dream, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.

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

"Now you can tell me."

"Forehead"

The smile that Awakened Dream instantly froze.

He clutched his resignation form tightly, stiffly hiding it behind his back, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

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

"Boss, I guarantee I'll complete the task!"

Awakened Dream, he bowed and scraped, no longer harboring any thoughts of resigning, and fled the office as if running away.

Inside the glittering, spacious office, Lang Pu's expression turned somewhat grim.

The text and images reappeared in mid-air, but this time there was an extra line—it turned out that it had been hidden before.

[Let a greedy and stupid Ogre be prime minister? They'll just mindlessly stuff everything into their mouths!]

[Exposing the absurd internal affairs of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!]

"Hehe."

"You fool, you'll pay the price."

The Ogre Archmage clenched his fists, cracking even the ornate wooden table. Veins bulged on his forehead, and a ferocious grin spread across his ugly face.