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

"Extra! Mr. Trump declared: The destruction of the North is the choice of history and the people."

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

Newsboys were hawking their wares on the streets, which were bustling with people, and seemed a bit crowded.

The war ended.

The whole country of the Burning Kingdom was celebrating and the atmosphere was very lively.

But despite this, work still cannot be stopped and there is no so-called rest.

Because the soldiers had spent lavishly after the war and squandered their spoils, demand within the kingdom had skyrocketed, and orders had poured in like snowflakes - the factories had even begun working overtime to carry out large-scale production.

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

There is a scene of prosperity everywhere.

People are miserable and happy.

But in the kingdom's Propaganda Department, the players who work as scribes are not happy and may even be suffering from nervous breakdown.

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

Task lists and scraps have piled up into mountains.

The player nicknamed [Awakening from a Dream] was in this messy office, and his hands were shaking as he held the pen.

"A leaflet from the Principality of Fano."

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

"Fuck, there's still 60% left. How can I finish it in just a few days?"

He put down his pen angrily.

Quit it!
In reality, Awakening from a Beautiful Dream is just an ordinary college student majoring in journalism. He likes to study all kinds of history books. After graduation, he couldn't find a job, so he completely let himself go and immersed himself in the world of games.

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

Although he received various benefits and had the capital to show off in front of new players, he still resolutely 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 the Kingdom's Chief Minister Trump.

"Come to my office."

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

I answered subconsciously after waking up from a beautiful dream.

But he quickly came to his senses - wasn't I going to resign? Why was I still being so submissive?
That's great! I'll just resign in person.

I thought so after waking up from a beautiful dream.

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

"Leader, I'm here."

"come in."

With a loud bang, the heavy door slowly opened.

After waking up from a beautiful dream, I walked cautiously into this overly spacious, palace-like office, holding my resignation application.

"Boss, I've been too tired from work lately, so I want to--"

Trump waved his hand, interrupting him.

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

After waking up from a beautiful dream, I hesitated for a moment, but still made up my mind: Leader, I"

His words caught in his throat again.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I've got something serious to tell you. I've always been very satisfied with your publicity work, but these are just things that are on the surface, and they're not enough to showcase your talents."

"And just recently, I discovered that some people with ulterior motives used fabricated history to slander and attack the kingdom, greatly damaging the kingdom's reputation."

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

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

"."

He looked depressed after waking up from a beautiful dream.

Although he enjoyed studying history books, he also knew that compiling history was definitely a daunting task and was no easier than the task at hand.

But Trump changed the subject: "However, I will find a professional historian to compile and record the official history of the kingdom, and your main job as the Falling Stars is not this." "You are responsible for making up, no, compiling some short stories that expose the true face of the enemy."

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

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

unofficial history?

When I woke up from a beautiful dream, my eyes suddenly brightened.

This is what he really likes.

His previous job was very boring, as he mostly wrote official articles and only felt a little pleasure when writing jokes.

The new position provided by Trump will allow him to fully display his "talent", take off his false mask and completely let himself go.

Official history is not necessarily true.

But unofficial history must be wild enough.

At that time, he can write whatever he wants, not only earning gold coins and camp contributions, but also satisfying his own bad taste.

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

An illusory text image appeared in mid-air.

[It's horrible! Why is the girl crying? Exposing the cruel deeds of the evil red dragon! ]

[Beastiality? Explore the extremely licentious monster kingdom - the legendary Burning Kingdom! ]

They were not signed at the end, but the kingdom's spies had added the author's name and marked it with red letters.

[Luton Seager, former Viscount of the United Kingdom of the North, has fled to the Flanders region.]

After browsing these images, I woke up from a beautiful dream and was filled with awe.

The enemy is not simple either.

In this age without information explosion, it is surprising that we can come up with such an eye-catching title.

"Luton Seager?"

"What a formidable enemy."

He just woke up from a beautiful dream and silently repeated the name, his eyes showing the excitement of encountering a strong enemy, and he looked eager to try.

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

The gears of fate began to turn.

Thousands of miles away, Luton Sieg had no idea that he had been targeted by someone, and that this person was a cruel and insane fabricator of wild history.

"Hey hey hey"

He woke up from a beautiful dream and laughed, with an expectant smile on his face.

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

"You can say it now."

"Forehead"

The smile that just woke up from a beautiful dream froze suddenly.

He tightly grasped the resignation application form and hid it stiffly behind his back, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

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

"Leader, I promise to complete the mission!"

He woke up from his dream, nodded and bowed, no longer thinking about resigning, and walked out of the office as if escaping.

……

In the spacious and magnificent office, Trump's expression became a little ugly.

And the text images appeared in the air again, but this time there was one more line - it turned out that it had been hidden before.

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

[Expose the absurd internal affairs of the Burning Kingdom! ]

"hehe."

"You will pay the price, you don't know how to live or die."

The ogre wizard 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 this chapter)