Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 1: Our Story Begins

Dear Reader,

You can refer to the female protagonist as the embodiment of the institution in the Soviet Union responsible for reviewing and censoring cultural products and publications.

Also, there is no communist content whatsoever.

Alright, you don't need to read the content of the next two chapters. You can start directly from the third chapter.

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I am confident that you must have found the first two chapters confusing. Actually, these chapters are not very important; the real story begins from Chapter Three. So, if you didn't understand the first two chapters, it's okay.

Let me make a few notes. The National Radio and Television Administration is an agency responsible for the censorship of all cultural works, such as movies, games, novels, and anime, especially those imported from foreign countries through official channels. All such works must undergo its scrutiny and modification, and it also has the power to ban any cultural work.

However, this is not a political satire novel. The main theme of this book remains swords and magic, and heroes battling the demon lord.

Additionally, the heroine's behavior in the first hundred chapters is quite strange and unlikable. After Chapter 100, the heroine becomes much more normal.

Okay, let our story begin.

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In the deep autumn, during the early morning hours, on the slopes of Mount Hua, a rugged mountain path unfurled.

As the sun rose, a couple leaned against the railing, gazing out at the sea of clouds below, where a brilliant streak of dawn broke through, breathtakingly beautiful.

The young couple nestled together, whispering sweet nothings, their eyes fixed on the sunrise over the endless cloud sea. In that moment, their hearts raced, and their intertwined fingers tightened.

Warm sunlight bathed them, and as they gazed into each other's eyes, their feelings deepened, prompting them to close their eyes and let their lips draw closer... closer...

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, an old hand interjected between their lips just as they were about to kiss, interrupting the moment. The young man kissed the palm, while the young woman kissed the back of the hand.

"Ugh!" The young man prepared to stick out his tongue but ended up kissing a wrinkled hand instead. He couldn't help but spit a few times, glaring angrily at the old man who had interrupted them.

The old man had a square face, stood straight, with meticulously combed gray hair, dressed in a well-fitted Chinese tunic suit. Climbing halfway up the mountain had left him breathless, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead, yet not a single button on his uniform was undone.

The old man glared at them sternly, voice booming, "Public place! No kissing allowed! Young people should refrain from such indecent behavior!"

"Old geezer, mind your own business!" the young man couldn't resist raising his fist as if to hit him.

"Alas." The old man shook his head in disappointment. "Today's youth have even forgotten the basic virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

With that, he sighed and continued up the rugged path along the stone steps.

At another rest area, he spotted a family of three taking a break from the climb. The parents leaned against the railing, chatting and laughing, while their child sat on the stone steps, frowning deeply, fingers tapping furiously on a handheld game console, lost in the gaming world.