Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"I hadn’t thought in this direction before, but when you ordered me to have Rangers secretly protect Miss Elanna as she left the country, I became suspicious. Now it seems, there are quite a few who are making their moves."

Kael tapped the table, his face fleeting with dissatisfaction, "Is it the followers of the Dark Sun?"

"Most likely, since this is an excellent opportunity. You should have heard that the priests of the Dark Sun are devoted to spreading strife and murder, as their deity, Shirek, is indeed the embodiment of lies and intrigue."

"And you... I am actually not too worried about the Earl (Rezhe) taking a swing at you, considering he has always been an exceedingly proud man from a young age."

"Proud?" Kael was surprised to hear such a descriptor from Old White.

Seeing the unmistakable curiosity on Kael’s face, Old White chuckled and said, "Count Rezhe may not be an honorable man, but he is almost certainly the last person in this world who would want you dead."

"He is a noble, a true noble. Once your body contained the blood of the Lion Heart, even if he detested you, he would not let you die dishonorably—not with the oath he swore before the Duke—’not to fail the Lion Heart Blood.’"

"So, it had to be the followers of the Dark Sun?"

Kael laughed.

He seemed to have understood how the original Kael had died.

Those who despise him, wishing him to live.

Those with no grudges against him, hoping for his death.

Such a damned world!

Kael had once dealt with the Dark Sun Church, more precisely, it was called a suppression.

The major gaming guilds, centered around the clubs, were basically the main force of the suppression.

On one hand, a large number of players, including the club guilds, had experienced being betrayed by the followers of the God of Murder and the Prince of Lies, Shirek.

On the other hand, the core gamers of the clubs ultimately did not play the ultimate nature of chaotic evil like the ordinary gamers.

They made their names in reality, bearing the burden of the reputation of their clubs and their individual images as players.

Even in virtual games, they tended to align with the more righteous factions.

It had been the same in Kael’s past life.

And these followers of the Prince of Lies, insane enough to waste most of their time on internal scheming. They had sacrificed their own god’s lambs, sometimes even more than they had outsiders.

This situation of a different kind of mad field made them notoriously known, the many evils they committed caused widespread player discomfort and condemnation.

There was no helping it; after all, the Prince of Lies, Shirek, was mad, and his followers followed suit, the deeper their faith, the more they stepped towards madness."

"With this in mind, some preparations must be made in advance. Grandpa White, what’s the situation with the bards we hired previously?"

"They’re almost ready; they can intercept and head towards the Royal Capital at any time.

We even got help from an Undead who is said to be involved in similar literary work at the Goddess’s side, which has greatly accelerated the compilation progress."

As he sipped his tea, Kael’s face displayed a nuanced expression, his tone slightly odd as he asked, "Why is an Undead involved too? What’s their name?"

"It is said that this Undead has received recognition from the bards we hired, and they have even planned to start guiding the Undead on the Extraordinary Path. As for the name..."

Old White’s expression turned a bit odd, hesitating before he added, "Seems to be called ’Please Nag Me to Write’? These Undead have quite the strange names."

Kael calmly placed his teacup down, yet inside he couldn’t help but feel both amusement and irony.

He normally needed a large sum of money to develop his territory, save for his family, or direct players to complete numerous tasks.

To earn more demon crystals for future needs, he had siphoned some funds from the accounts of Lancaster Territory before the arrival of the players and used them to hire bards to compile short and long novels.

The idea stemmed from the fact that players in his previous life had indeed done such things.

Starting a newspaper in "The Gates of the Underworld" was useless, as the Yibel Federation already had similar products.

Moreover, the federation had a basic understanding of controlling the high ground in public opinion. To start a newspaper, the hurdles to overcome were not just one or two.

But novels were different.

The Yibel Federation couldn’t and didn’t need to control biographies and novels.

As one of the foundational professions in "The Gates of the Underworld," there were too many bards who relied on these for their livelihood.

Spreading artistic and exaggerated stories and poking fun at the interesting affairs between celebrities was a way for many lower-class bards to make a living.

After becoming bards, players in his previous life found out that this profession was not easy at all.

As a basic profession more inclined towards support, bards still needed to possess a certain level of artistic literacy and talent.

Whether it was their music magic or some of their branch skills, players with related literacy were much quicker to get started than others.

Typically, sustaining a transcendent profession required spending at least twice the amount a common household would spend on demon crystals.

Even the lowest-tier transcendent professionals, if they didn’t make an extra effort to earn additional income, could easily end up poor and destitute.

Barbarians could at least sell their strength, obtaining a decent income by moving bricks at the dock.

And bards? If you can’t even figure out how to feed yourself, do you still expect to live comfortably?

Thus, after the public test, many LSP players who fantasized about spending a wordless night with a noble lady almost became the leaders of the "Dirty Clothes Sect" after they officially took up their jobs.

However, players without talent in this field quickly found a way to break through their predicaments when faced with such difficult circumstances...

The cause was a web novel author in real life who, after updating for a while, decisively abandoned his work under the guise of "creative exhaustion, taking a break for inspiration," but actually went to livestream "The Gates of the Underworld" on a small platform.

When an angry editor, driven by performance goals, chased into the game to rush the author, the desperate web novelist eventually completed enough material for the next month’s full attendance under the threat of the editor’s Holy Light Nail Head Hammer.

And then something shocking happened.

The bard’s professional skill provided positive feedback for this behavior.

They gained extra professional skill experience points and level experience points.

What author could refuse to type and update in the game, while receiving feedback for professional skill experience and level growth, and even directly transforming the novels written in the game into real-world updates that could actualize wealth?

Suddenly, the continent was in turmoil.

No one ever imagined that at a time when the top players of various professions were still growing wildly, a group of word typers from another world would join in the affairs of "The Gates of the Underworld" for the first time with their thoroughly enjoyable modern web novels and insanity-inducing frequent updates––

They quite literally elevated the God of Literature, Dinel, to a pedestal worshipped by thousands of bards.

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