Chapter 151: Chapter 153: Fairy Tale Story – I am CEO Wang, Not Prince Wang
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As for how to beco one? Of course, by taking it down directly. What else could it be? It’s not like you can just marry a Princess, there couldn’t possibly be so many princesses… well, okay, in fairy tales there actually are.
But the white horse was just staring dumbly, completely clueless about what Qin Muye ant, and instead lowered its head to graze.
This also ant that Qin Muye had two choices. At the mont, it all depended on luck, but his luck didn’t seem to be all that great, as one could tell by his avoidance of opening Treasure Boxes.
Now he had three dogs on his head, and they were not the small variety.
The old woman, who was going on and on about how there were gold, silver, and bronze Gold Coins underneath, couldn’t help but pause in her speech. Shouldn’t this kid be excited and eager to go down after hearing her? Why is he asking about her grandmother?
Qin Muye didn’t hear everything the old woman said, but when he heard the term “Fire starter,” he seed to understand what he was supposed to do next.
This statent made the old woman pause in surprise. She knew about Princes, but had never heard of a “King General” before.
Co on, at least provide so logic when tricking him; surely not everyone in fairy tales is so naive?
Becoming a King of a Kingdom isn’t hard; what’s difficult is going through a complete fairy tale. For instance, how do you go through a whole story without mooching off the Princess? That takes so skill.
The Witch looked up at the tree—yes, it was hollow in the middle, but it was also unquestionably high. Even a reasonably sized fellow would have trouble climbing it, let alone her grandmother.
In most fairy tales, there’s a common pattern: marry the Princess!
He’s the main character, the central figure for sure. He can’t just beco the anti-villain, can he? That wouldn’t make for a complete tale. Would you have the bad guy play the Prince and marry the Princess? That’s nonsense.
He’s the main character but doesn’t have the Main Character Aura. Soldiers might be able to get their hands on a Fire starter, but he might not be so lucky.
He’s King General, not Complain General or Brat General.
He thought, all he had to do was find the biggest Kingdom and beco the King, simple as that.
He didn’t want to marry a Princess. Being single is great, and he also felt he might just be fated to be alone. The last ti he wanted a wife, it led to a deathmatch on server 6. The ti before that was even worse, as the world got smashed by a teorite, which is why he ended up in “Lord Era.”
So, for the mont, it was quite awkward.
So he thought if he even considered it again, who knows what would happen to the fairy tale world.
Although he always felt that sothing was a bit off.
After so thought, Qin Muye decided to take the path less traveled. The main road was safer, but what if he encountered a hero saving the beauty?
After pondering for a while, Qin Muye pushed aside the sowhat eerie fairy tale plot and focused on what was in front of him.
It seed as though it had just rained, which made Qin Muye’s journey rather difficult.
If it wasn’t for the addition of “General” to the end, Qin Muye would have thought it was a proper Skill, but with “General” added, the Princess beca more like a KTV hostess Princess.
And then there’s the story about making her stepmother take the bla.
Qin Muye felt this scene seed familiar, but couldn’t quite rember the details. It didn’t matter, though, it wasn’t a big deal.
Qin Muye could feel a certain vibration trying to affect his mind from the other person, and then there was no “then.” With all his Treasures and Divine Artifacts, how could that asly aura pose any threat to him?
Qin Muye rolled his eyes. Last ti? Forget about last ti, even ten years ago, her grandmother couldn’t have climbed that high and dropped the Fire starter inside. This Witch had to be 80 years old at least—so how old was her grandmother then?
Qin Muye was gaping at the white horse, and the horse gazed back just as blankly, utterly confused about what Qin Muye intended to do.
Leading the white horse, he headed down the muddy path.
But there are also plenty of Princes.
Yet the other party clearly thought he was a fool—he knew that fools had their fortune, but idiots surely did not.
The other party’s goal was to use the old Fire starter, which could summon and control the three dogs. Originally, a Soldier should have obtained it, killed the Witch with a backhand strike, and then used the three dogs to marry the Princess and reach the Peak of life.
As long as the other party’s reasons were sufficient and their logic sound, Qin Muye wouldn’t really fuss over it so much.
But not everyone was there to marry a princess, for instance…
However, he hadn’t gone far when he saw a large tree with soone standing beneath it… How should he describe it, Qin Muye had initially thought it was a monster.
But no matter, she quickly responded, “I think a handso King, like you, wouldn’t refuse a small request from a lonely old person, of course, I’ll pay you!”
It’s not every day that you see lips which can droop down to the chest, although thinking this seed a bit impolite. But the sly and deceitful aura emanating from the other person made Qin Muye uncomfortable, he always felt that the old hag was up to no good.
In front of Qin Muye were two paths, one a main road, the other a side road.
[Main Quest Released]
[Assigning random identity. The current distribution is: Main Character (99.98%), Supporting Character (0.01%), Extra (0.01%)]
[Morale Boost: Permanently increases the morale of all troop types under your command (Rank × 1) points]
[Please fully experience a fairy tale and beco a king of a kingdom, Reward: Lord Skill·Morale Boost]
[You have used a Random Dungeon Scroll, this ti the instance world is: 8916 Fairy Tale]
[You have received the Main Character Identity]
[You have received a temporary skill: White Horse Prince]
[This ti, evaluations will be provided based on the completeness of your story and the kingdom rank, which will affect the final reward]
[White Horse Prince: Not only Monk Tang rides a white horse, but also princes, and of course, you could also beco King.]
“Good afternoon, I’m in luck, you must be a prince,” said the old hag’s voice, reminiscent of a night owl.
“This fairy tale should be alright, shouldn’t it?” Honestly, his understanding was still quite vague, but it should be correct.
“This tree is hollow, the last ti my grandmother ca by, she dropped an old lighter inside…”
“Why don’t you choose?” Qin Muye looked at the white horse. It was, by all accounts, his mount, and him being new to all this, he hadn’t yet decided whether he wanted to be a prince or a king.
“It was when my grandmother was young,” the witch hurriedly explained.
“God damn White Horse King, I’m not so wealthy bachelor, how could I… oh, the combined ages from my past lives do indeed qualify for the King level,” Qin Muye had wanted to retort, but then he realized, age-wise, he was indeed there.
“Please wait, there’s a little problem with what you said, that is how did your grandmother drop the lighter down the tree? If she’s still alive today and not yet mounted on the wall, that would an she’s quite aged and not capable of climbing up and down, isn’t that a bit against normal logic?”
“Hello, elder, I am a prince, but currently in the process of becoming a King,” Qin Muye said very politely.
“I’m very grateful for that, handso King…”
“Elder, isn’t it possible that we just get a new one? From the ti your grandmother was young until now, it must have been a hundred years, right? You could have spent that ti finding a kind soul to sponsor a better lighter, why insist on the old one?” Qin Muye earnestly urged.
“The skill is a bit vague, but it should be a trap. As for the kingdom I’m supposed to inherit, I have absolutely no mory, so how did I get this prince identity? Or is my white horse actually the prince?”
“I have so mory, I’m a King… no, a prince, and even co with a white horse mount, though I can’t ride.”
“Alright, let’s put the illogical aside, you say there’s a terrifying three-headed dog down there, if I go down, wouldn’t I just be signing my own death warrant?” Qin Muye spoke up, he faintly rembered that the old witch had given sothing to the soldiers in order to successfully retrieve the lighter.
“Alright, elder, you say,” Qin Muye showed the enthusiasm of a naïve young man, his expression filled with excitent as if it was rare for soone to agree with him.
“Hmm, a bit of intelligence, but just a bit. It seems this skill is ant to make it obvious at a glance that I’m a prince, but it requires cooperation with the white horse.”
“Fuck, why isn’t there a corresponding story about not marrying a princess.” Qin Muye’s face fell. As for fairy tales, he actually had mostly forgotten them, except for Snow White. From Los Angeles to Miami, every drug dealer said her stuff was whiter than snow and her heart blacker than ebony.
“Sigh, I’ll take the side path. I’ve thought about it and I’d rather not be a prince, becoming a King suits better.” Qin Muye felt that being a prince was really not quite right for him, being a King was more suitable.
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