The social programmer complained about the Western fantasy novel, but turned out to be a cannon fodder lord who was about to be sprayed to death by a dragon in the first chapter! At the beginning, he killed the male servants, beat the dragon with salted fish, and collected a "smell tax". In three days, he turned the territory into a 007 empire. A "barrage system" was tied in. The more readers complained, the more outrageous the plug-in became - hanging street lamps today, selling indulgences tomorrow, and kidnapping the prince for live broadcast the day after tomorrow! The Saint was forced to go into business, the dragon signed a labor contract, and an army of 100,000 people was blown up into fireworks by slimes. He kills decisively, but is afraid of being alone; he bankrupts his empire, but opens a milk tea shop for his daughter. The gods came down to judge, and he tore up the script with his backhand: I won't act in this crappy book anymore!
