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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It was late autumn, early in the morning, along the rugged mountain path on the waist of Mount Hua.

The sun was just rising. Leaning against the railing on the mountain trail, you could gaze far into the distance where a brilliant streak of dawn light pierced through the sea of clouds, stunningly beautiful.

A young couple leaned on the railing, snuggling close and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Their eyes were fixed on the sunrise amid the boundless sea of clouds, their hearts surging with emotion. Their interlocked hands gripped even tighter.

The warm glow of the morning sun bathed them, and as they locked eyes, brimming with affection, they couldn't help but close their eyes. Their lips drew closer... closer...

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, an aged hand thrust between their almost-touching lips, interrupting their kiss. The young man's lips landed on the palm, while the young woman's pressed against the back of the hand.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" The guy had been about to stick out his tongue when he kissed a wrinkled hand covered in age spots. He spat a few times in disgust, glaring furiously at the old geezer who'd ruined their moment.

It was an old man with a square face and a straight back. His gray hair was neatly combed, and he wore a well-fitted Mao suit. Climbing halfway up the mountain had left him panting, with beads of sweat dotting his forehead, yet not a single button on his collar was undone.

The old man shot them a stern look and barked with authority, "Public place! No kissing! Young people shouldn't be doing such shameless things!"

"Mind your own damn business, you old fart!" The young man couldn't hold back and raised his fist as if to swing at him.

"Ugh." The old man shook his head, disappointed, like he was scolding a kid who'd let him down. "Youngsters these days have forgotten even the basic virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

With that, he let out a sigh, stepped onto the stone path, and continued trudging up the steep trail.

At another rest platform nearby, he spotted a family of three taking a break from the climb. The parents leaned against the railing, chatting and laughing about something. Meanwhile, their kid sat on the stone steps, brows furrowed, hands furiously clicking away at a handheld gaming console, totally lost in his own world.