"… Here's all the news from the past few days."
In Absolute Reality's editor-in-chief office, the balding deputy editor-in-chief was working on a recent report. However, from his perspective, he probably couldn't see the rarely seen editor-in-chief.
His desk was covered with documents, magazines, and newspapers. Rorschach, who was buried in them, felt as if he was surrounded by a castle.
Due to an accident, Rorschach's group's return was delayed. However, some things wouldn't stop just because of one person's absence.
In fact, the absence of the person involved made it seem like the Game Church was in the wrong. This actually made certain people even more arrogant.
In the end, it seemed that the Evil God hunting mission had failed. This was no small matter.
Killing an Evil God would be a tremendous achievement. Just the battle alone had taken three or four months. In that case, the preparations had probably taken years.
Only later did Rorschach learn that the Silver Elf War God's descenders weren't the only ones on that ship. Friendly Gods of the same faction had also lent their help.
As long as the Evil God hunting mission had succeeded, their tremendous investment would have doubled their profits. However, it was likely that they hadn't lost everything.
There was already an uncountable amount of messy news. The Silver Elf War God's journals were already criticizing the Silver Elf War God and hyping up this shipwreck incident.
"In front of a powerful enemy, internal strife is the priority!"
"The greatest achievement of the year was ruined by an Aishi traitor's backstab."
"Evil God's Friends — The Game Church's Past and Present Lives."
He glanced over and saw that all the titles were similar.
Not only were there Silver Elf War God's journals, but there were also Silver Elf War God's journals. Rorschach browsed through them and found that the content was similar.
At any rate, the failure of the Evil God hunting mission wasn't the Silver Elf War God's fault. It was all because of a random descender who had appeared out of nowhere stabbing them in the back, causing them to fail.
Rorschach flipped through a few journals and then tossed them aside in disappointment.
"… There's no mention of anything related to Lori."
Yep, Rorschach didn't care at all about what the Silver Elf War God said. He was only interested in whether there was any news that mentioned the past, as well as the past that Lori and the others had been unwilling to tell him.
As for what the Silver Elf War God's attackers said? Was that important?
Rorschach tapped the table lightly, and the tapping sound helped him clear his thoughts.
"I've never lived through the era of the paper media, but I've experienced the era of the internet. In the end, it's just another type of argument, one that's even more primitive and inflexible than the arguments of the internet …"
Rorschach's past experience told him that it was stupid to follow other people's train of thought when arguing online. That would only lead to being led by the nose.
It was pointless for you to explain what others said, but you had to prove what he said? It wasn't easy to prove the evidence, but new suspicions popped up. There was no way to explain it all.
"The most important thing is what we are going to say next. We need to come up with new theories that are eye-catching enough to shock and shatter their theories."
Yes, Rorschach did not intend to explain anything from the very beginning. He did not even think that this was a debate to determine the truth.
What was the truth? Can it be eaten?
Can there really be a winner in an argument between the media? The one who spoke last and with the loudest voice could probably claim to be the winner.
However, public opinion had to be taken seriously.
After all, from the looks of it, reputation was directly linked to the church's development potential.
With a good reputation, it was easy to attract believers, and good descender seedlings would also choose you. According to Rorschach's knowledge, the Game Church's strength was considered top-notch among the New Churches, especially since none of the first batch of descenders were weak. They had even surpassed the initial accumulation period and were growing rapidly.
However, their reputation on Aishi's side … Rorschach recalled the mysterious teaching journal and pay-to-win diary from before. No matter how well they did on Aishi's side, if they didn't say anything and relied on others to promote them, it was no wonder that the Game Church didn't have a good reputation despite its strength.
As he played with his pen, Rorschach became more and more certain. There was no need to explain anything, and it was impossible for the other party to suppress him with public opinion.
His current goal was to use this opportunity to promote the Game Church and use the other party's media power to gain popularity.
With dozens of sales of small newspapers and dozens of major newspapers, even if they lost in public opinion, the actual profits were within expectations. When the readers of the major newspapers saw how evil the "Game Church" was, they would at least come to see what the Game Church had to say.
Then, perhaps the sales of the next issue of Absolute Reality would explode, or at least it wouldn't be less than a hundred.
"Think of a way to make a big news story …"
Rorschach, who was in charge of publicity, had set a big goal and unified the publicity goal. Only then did he come up with the following methods of writing and publicity.
As for the things on the table, it wouldn't do if they didn't know how the other party attacked them, so …
"Cough, Mr. Assistant Secretary, your first job is to look at these documents and then … sort them out according to the details of the attacks against us. Yep, you also need to sort out the evidence that the other party has brought up. Everything needs to be sorted out. I want to see the report before the meeting tomorrow. It's urgent, so work overtime today. "
The "Mr. Assistant Secretary" who had been giggling behind Rorschach's back couldn't smile at all.
"Rorschach … Chief Editor, please wait a moment. I'm just a warrior, I don't know how to deal with documents."
The moment he saw the mountain of books, Hermit was stunned. There were so many things for him to look at, and he still had to write a report … According to his past habit of not liking to read, he wouldn't be able to finish it even if he was given two months.
Two days ago, Rorschach had successfully fulfilled his promise and transferred Hermit to be his subordinate … Ahem, I mean to make him his bodyguard and subordinate.
"Don't worry, I don't ask for much. I just want you to finish reading and make a list. This is important, so you have to do it as soon as possible. Even if you have to stay up all night, you have to finish it. Yes, this is normal work overtime, and it has nothing to do with your giggling just now. Yes, I'm a good boss who separates public from private matters. "
Nothing to do with it? Then it must have something to do with it. What kind of giggling could make Rorschach hold a grudge?
Ever since he was transferred to Rorschach's subordinate, this swordsman who always followed Rorschach behind Rorschach's back would always giggle foolishly. Originally, Rorschach thought that he was overjoyed to have become a Descender, or that he was happy to have a good boss … But Rorschach finally realized that Hermit's gaze was always on the back of his head when he giggled foolishly.
In an instant, Rorschach understood.
What could make a dwarf who was sad about his height happy? That was because he realized that within his field of vision, there was always someone shorter than him.
After understanding, Rorschach exploded.
"Yawn, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight. Sigh, my old waist is getting weaker and weaker. I'm already sleepy when it's time and can't stay up late. I really envy the energy of young people. Yes, yes, I'll work overtime tonight. You won't let me run out of materials for tomorrow's meeting, right? "
Only growing children would be sleepy when it's time! And what kind of old waist do you have! If you have an old waist, then wouldn't our waists be several?!
After enduring for a long time, Hermit finally swallowed this angry roar back into his stomach.
This was clearly giving him a hard time, what else could he do … He didn't stop me from looking for helpers, right? This is the editorial department, there should be many clerks.
With an impossible task in front of him, even the stubborn Hermit was enlightened. He looked at the other person in the room for help, the executive deputy editor of the newspaper.
In front of him was a rarely seen Descender master. The bald deputy editor wanted to curry favor with him, but before he could say anything, Rorschach returned.
"Right, since you're following me, and I'm in charge of publicity, I still have to do secretarial work. In the future, there will be a lot of such work. Seize the time to train your reading and processing skills. Also, learn more about media related general knowledge. This way, I'll be able to pass on important tasks to you in the future. "
Rorschach still didn't stop him from looking for helpers, but …
The moment Rorschach finished speaking, Hermit's eyes lit up. Was he being valued and used as a trusted aide? Was this for him to train?
After Rorschach left, he threw himself into the pile of books and started flipping through them.
This was probably the first time in his life that he was seriously studying a book.
But if he had heard Rorschach's muttering in the corridor, he probably wouldn't be so enthusiastic.
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