Ashen Dragon-Chapter 380 - 304: History Maker
Chapter 380: Chapter 304: History Maker
“The Northern Kingdom has fallen! The final rebel, Jacob Rosas, died unexpectedly while surrendering his arms!”
“Extra! Extra! Lord Ramp declared the collapse of the North was a choice of history, of the people…”
“Marshal Dolores gave a congratulatory speech, praising the soldiers for their bravery, showcasing the might of the Ashen Kingdom, and the spirit of the Red Dragon’s Kin…”
The newsboys shouted on the streets, which were crowded with people.
The war had ended.
The Ashen Kingdom was celebrating nationwide with fervor.
Despite this, work could not be stopped, and real rest did not exist.
After the war, soldiers spent lavishly, squandering their spoils, leading to a surge in domestic demand. Orders flowed in like snowflakes—all factories even started working overtime for large-scale production.
This not only brought exhaustion but far higher pay than usual.
Prosperity was everywhere.
People were both suffering and rejoicing.
But in the kingdom’s propaganda department, the clerks were not happy; they were even somewhat neurotic.
They originally handled only domestic propaganda. Now, they were responsible for the entire Anzeta and had to conduct high-intensity publicity in newly conquered areas.
Task sheets and failed drafts had piled up into mountains.
A player nicknamed “Waking from a Beautiful Dream” was in the middle of this chaos, his hand trembling as he held a pen.
“The Fano Duchy’s flyers…”
“The Sveno Duchy’s slogans, and the war victory propaganda.”
“Damn it, sixty percent more, how the hell will I finish in a few days?”
He slammed down the pen.
Not doing it anymore!
In reality, Waking from a Beautiful Dream was an ordinary journalism student. He loved reading historical books, and after graduation, he couldn’t find a job. So, he fully immersed himself in the game world.
He joined the propaganda department for faction contribution, becoming the kingdom’s officer scribe. He finally felt the burden of work and had even become a senior official, managing over a hundred clerks.
Though he received various benefits and could show off to new players, he still decided to quit the position.
He was here to play a game, not to work.
Suddenly, the familiar voice of Lord Ramp came from the magic communicator next to him.
“Come to my office.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be right there.”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream instinctively replied.
But then he quickly realized—wasn’t I going to resign? Why am I still so obedient?
Fine! Just the opportunity to resign face-to-face.
He thought.
Soon, he swiftly made his way to the top floor, carefully knocking on Ramp’s office door.
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“Sir, I am here.”
“Come in.”
The heavy door slowly opened with a thunderous sound.
Waking from a Beautiful Dream clutched his resignation letter and anxiously entered the overly spacious, palace-like office.
“Sir, I have been too exhausted recently and would like to—”
Ramp waved his hand, interrupting him.
“I have always seen the contribution and effort you have made for the kingdom. Remember, the kingdom never mistreats any diligent worker.”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream hesitated for a moment but still decided: “Sir, I…”
His words were caught in his throat again.
“Let’s not talk about that now. I have something important to discuss with you. I’ve always been satisfied with your propaganda work, but those are straightforward tasks, not enough to showcase your talents.”
“Recently, I discovered some malicious individuals using fabricated histories to slander and attack the kingdom, severely tarnishing its reputation.”
Ramp took a sip of water from the table and continued: “So, I’m preparing to establish a new department, the Historical Compilation Department.”
“The main work will be recording the kingdom’s glorious history and documenting the realization of our grand vision.”
“…”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream looked dispirited.
Although he loved reading history books, he knew compiling history was a daunting task, no easier than his current work.
But Ramp changed his tone: “However… I will have specialized historians handle the official record, and you Starfallen will not focus on that.”
“You will fabricate, no, compile small stories revealing the true nature of our enemies.”
“No matter how far-fetched the plots are, it’s fine, as long as they attract attention and capture public interest—just like the snippets you write for the Kingdom Daily.”
Ramp’s voice was particularly calm, yet seemed to restrain a certain anger.
Unofficial histories?
Waking from a Beautiful Dream’s eyes brightened instantly.
This was right up his alley.
Previously, his work was boring, mostly official articles, only finding some pleasure when writing snippets.
Ramp’s new offer allowed him to freely display his “talent,” tear off false masks, and completely let loose.
Official histories might not be true.
But unofficial histories are certainly wild.
He could write whatever he wanted, earning gold coins and faction contribution, while satisfying his twisted sense of humor.
“These are some samples from the South. You may use them as reference.”
Illusory text images appeared in mid-air.
[Heartbreaking! Why is the young girl weeping? Exposing the cruel deeds of the evil Red Dragon!]
[Human-beast unions? Unveiling the highly debauched monster kingdom—The Famed Ashen Kingdom!]
They were unsigned, but the kingdom’s spies had added the author’s name in red.
[Luton Siege, former Viscount of the Northern United Kingdom, has fled to the Fadlan Region.]
After viewing these images, Waking from a Beautiful Dream was filled with admiration.
The enemy wasn’t simple.
In an era without the information explosion, they thought of such eye-catching titles.
“Luton Siege…”
“Quite a formidable opponent.”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream murmured the name, eyes gleaming with excitement, ready for the challenge.
“But you are facing an opponent—me, someone from the internet era!”
The wheel of fate began to turn.
Far away, Luton Siege did not know he had been targeted by a mad, unofficial history creator.
“Heh heh heh…”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream laughed spitefully, a smile of anticipation on his face.
Ramp wiped his gold-rimmed glasses and casually asked: “By the way, didn’t you have something to discuss?
“You can say it now.”
“Uh…”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream’s smile froze.
He tightly clenched his resignation letter, awkwardly hiding it behind his back, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Nothing, nothing, you must have misunderstood.”
“Sir, I promise to complete the task!”
Waking from a Beautiful Dream nodded and bowed, abandoning any thought of resignation, before hastily leaving the office.
…
In the lavish and spacious office, Ramp’s face turned a bit grim.
Those textual images reappeared in mid-air, this time with an added line that had previously been hidden.
[Let a greedy, foolish ogre be prime minister? All they do is mindlessly stuff everything into their mouths!]
[Exposing the absurd internal affairs of the Ashen Kingdom!]
“Heh heh…”
“You foolhardy wretch, you will pay the price.”
The Ogre Archmage clenched his fist, causing cracks to appear on the luxurious wooden desk. Veins bulged on his forehead, and a ferocious smile spread across his ugly face.
