MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 119 First-level position: Ansu, Minister of Reply Department!

 Chapter 119 First-level position: Reply Minister Ansu!

　　At first, no one cared about this chaos. It was just a restoration warlock, a melee, a sacrifice, and the destruction of a street, until this chaos became closely related to everyone.

 Chaos border.

 Farore.

 Also known as the ‘Glory City of Freedom’

 Fallor, bathed in the watery moonlight, has a steely beauty and prosperity.

Chaotic streets, dazzling magic neon lights, slums, no trees, replaced by barbaric growth of steel bars, and a brilliant building covering all of them - the city hall.

 Since the Battle of Hell, it has existed for five hundred years.

Farore, which was waiting for a lot of development, was indeed a city worthy of its name, but it was slowly changing.

Although Falor belongs to the Kingdom of Chaos in name, the city government is governed independently.

 Bureaucrats have monopolized the upper structure of Farol. In the shadow of the bustling city hall, there are countless poor streets growing wildly. Under the appearance of freedom, there are imprisoned classes and citizens.

Luojia’s only thought was regret.

He has brought new hope, which is no longer a false and vague illusion, but a real future; a future that is within reach even if it is as small as their third-level position!

 Chaos, chaos, only chaos!

Either becomes a vampire's blood bag, or becomes a legislator's performance, or is expelled by tools.

 The solidified hierarchy can no longer be changed.

In a city that has solidified, the so-called freedom is just a fabricated false hope, which seems to be within reach and makes people desperate.

　　This time the partnership cheated.

He is by no means a native of Falore. The people here are not as kind and touching as he is. They are all lifeless and dull.

Outsiders flocked to the city hall like crazy, as if this could change their destiny and climb to the top of the Glorious City.

Although she wanted to be a little bit bad, she didn’t want to go to this extent!

They answered the phone enthusiastically, greeted each other's families eagerly, thoughtfully left the name of another negative reviewer, and replied that the warlocks had never loved their jobs so much.

 Some people speculate that he comes from the imperial capital, some say that he is a holy son trained by the Holy See of Chaos, and some say that he is a divine choice sent by the Mother Goddess of Chaos - but no matter which possibility it is, it is no longer important.

 Let us burn this city to ashes!

Since everything has been solidified, it will all turn into ashes and then be reborn among the ashes!

 Chaos is the ladder to ascent!

excited.

regret.

 The little saint has never been so upset.

They have no talent and no backing. They are not born in the imperial capital like the vampire nobles, nor are they favored by the mother goddess like the fairy legislators. Even the "Encyclopedia Tool Application Law" will not protect them, so they can never escape their fate.

Deadly freedom and order masquerading as chaos—this is the current situation in Farol.

 “Let’s burn this city to ashes.”

However, the vast majority of dream chasers have obtained the so-called "third-level positions" in the civil service, and have lived a mediocre life. Even their death has to be controlled by the bureaucracy, and they have become the feed for Falor's barbaric growth.

Luojia looked at Ansu's smile of pleasure and satisfaction in serving the citizens, and then glanced around the reply hall where the demons danced with xylophones and took off. She quite regretted giving such praise to Ansu.

The only thing everyone can think about is excitement, and they feel crazy because of excitement.

 Until that young man appeared.

　　Boom—

At this time, there was a sudden explosion sound outside, fire shot into the sky, and billowing smoke rolled up;

The conflict occurred on Nightmare Street. The lizardmen and dragonmen were fighting in one place. They were spraying flames at each other. The sea of ​​​​fire spread along the block and covered several buildings. The two races had long-standing grievances. Well, replying to the warlock's insults and provocations was just the trigger.

 The switch Ansu pressed has caused an avalanche of chain reactions.

There are a hundred or so reply warlocks in the entire reply hall, replying to all negative reviews of Farol.

Luojia looked out the glass window and saw that the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

Chaos cultists are happier. The more chaos there is, the happier they are. They just watched the battle on Hell Street, but they didn't expect to encounter new chaos so soon, so they hurried to watch it.

Journalists also rushed to report happily, hoping to grab a headline. The contradictions at the bottom of Falore have long been accumulated to the extreme, the contradictions between races, and the contradictions between classes.

 Like a pile of firewood that catches fire easily.

It’s just that the city government has always diverted its attention and used various methods to release citizens’ dissatisfaction.

Ansu just lit a fire for the pile of firewood.

 Soon, the second riot occurred.

 In the slums further away from Nightmare Street, fire shot into the sky again.

 “Is today the Chinese New Year?” Many Chaos believers have such a thought in their minds.

 As long as you have new fun to watch.

 They wish they could be more chaotic!

The third, fourth, and fifth riots broke out one after another. The billowing smoke was like a flock of billions of black crows, hovering over the city. Saltpeter and ashes were the feathers they scattered. The fire spread further, and the chaos continued. In further upgrade.

 【Nightmare Street negative review elimination rate is 10%, 20%】

 Screams and cheers are endless, blood and death have ignited the emotions of every chaotic citizen.

 A series of avalanches formed.

Even the chaotic gangsters in many neighborhoods spontaneously joined in this chaotic carnival before they could respond to the warlock's instigation.

 【Death Park negative review rate eliminated by 30%】

 【Anledao negative review elimination rate is 40%】

　　‘While other streets are so lively and our neighborhood is so deserted, wouldn’t it be a loss of face! ’

 ‘Practice! ’

 Gangs are fighting in the streets.

Dark elves wandered on the streets, taking advantage of the firelight to break into one store after another to shop.

The biochemical people also took advantage of the wild and horses, and one after another after the dragon, quietly attacked the back door of the dark elves, thereby expanding their groups, and the biochemical virus spread wildly in the crowd.

 Some cyborgs accidentally attacked the volcano demon and turned into fragrant roast chicken.

 All races have a bright future.

 When the chaos expands to a certain threshold, there is no need to restore the warlock, and the citizens spontaneously join in this chaotic carnival.

"confusion!"

"confusion!"

"confusion!"

 They shouted wildly.

 “Burn everything to ashes!”

Luojia watched as the wyvern dragged the dragon smoke and crashed straight into another municipal building, triggering a series of explosions;

I also saw a group of goblins gathering outside the government building. They banged against the government gate again and again; the imperial embassy was surrounded by demons, throwing fire bombs one after another into it.

The steel building was collapsing, and the fires that exploded one after another looked like a series of fireworks from a distance, crackling and noisily announcing the arrival of the New Year. People were all beaming with joy.

 Nightmare Street, Death Alley, Pleasure Square. More and more streets are in ruins!

 The more people die, the faster Ansu will be promoted according to the rules of the border world.

At this time, the voice of the astral messenger came to my ears,

  【Ansu Morningstad】

  【.Is your promotion notice coming】

 (End of this chapter)