Pirate Kingship

The wolf represents her "Divine Aspect," an ally of Human Nature, spontaneously protecting her, which is why it only killed the fugitive slave instead of eating humans.

But Britney herself had long forgotten this.

Not only did she reject it, she never thought of reconciling.

Due to the steady arrival of adventurers from the Old Continent in the past year, she inadvertently led the outsiders to this Secret Realm, turning them all into "Wolf Grandmother’s" prey.

If she had remembered from the start, there might have been a slim chance of survival, a reversal of fortune. Now, with power ebbing away, even she is about to be devoured.

Once consumed by living knowledge, those beautiful fairy tales that once molded warm childhoods will transform into bloody, violent, cruel, and even R-rated Dark Fairy Tales.

Even a nightmare for countless people’s futures.

In fact, many bizarre occurrences on the continent stem from advancement accidents within various academic factions.

Everything is already too late.

"Grandma" swallowed the last big bad wolf in one bite and picked up "Little Red Riding Hood" from the ground, ready to stuff it into her mouth.

"Stop—!"

A voice shouted explosively, sounding far away one second, and then right next to them the next.

The taboo under the Blood Moon is a human sorrow but a gluttonous feast for the Night Demons.

Under the Bat Transformation Technique, hundreds of bats flew at the "Wolf Grandmother," trying to drain her blood instantaneously but surprisingly passed through her without causing any harm.

This is why outsiders cannot intervene.

Before the outcome is decided, fairy tales exist between reality and illusion. As long as they wish, humans from the Material World can hardly harm them at all.

"Another bunch of ignorant fools!"

The Wolf Grandmother sneered as she swallowed Little Red Riding Hood without hesitation, under the incredulous gazes of Bruh and Gus.

In the Corridor of Truth, various bizarreness, evil spirits, and revived knowledge are the mainstream, the true masters of the continent.

When there are too many mice, it’s the cats that get eaten.

Even if the Night Watch arrives here, it will be them who are annihilated.

Even wizards desperately maintaining the balance of Divinity and Beastliness to protect their clans are likely to become the prey of bizarre entities at any moment.

Their group had just stepped into the Corridor of Truth and was bloodily taught a lesson.

"A faction is actually holding a ritual here?!"

Heather quickly arrived, as a member of the Fairy Town School, she naturally saw the scene clearly and could guess the causes and effects.

"I went to the Dragon Court for twenty years and broke off contact with the school.

Could there be a branch of the Fairy Town School at the end of the Second Circulation Belt? Is this one of its members?

Moreover, those eligible to conduct the ’become a fairy tale’ ritual must at least be a Seat Wizard, with considerable status in the school.

Though the Fairy Town School has passed down over a millennium, never have more than a few High Sequence Upper Wizards coexisted since its establishment.

Surviving in a place like the Corridor of Truth, dying of old age is an incredibly luxurious matter.

The Golden Deer coincidentally arriving here might be due to the mutual attraction of similar paths between us.

Did her ritual utterly fail?"

Witnessing the tragic fate of her kind, Heather’s face turned slightly pale; she couldn’t help but cling tightly to Byron’s strong arm, as if absorbing more security from her son.

Just then.

Perhaps influenced by the failed Little Red Riding Hood "become a fairy tale" ritual, Heather’s "Alice’s Pillow Fairy Tale Book" was unexpectedly triggered.

Pages flipped with a "rustling" sound, the one inscribed with "The Little Mermaid" flashed with Divine Light, and the thunderous sound of waves filled the forest.

Divine Light projected onto the sky, manifesting a twisted Dark Fairy Tale.

The opening sentence was:

"Deep down, in the very depths of the ocean, lies a magnificent castle where six Mermaid Princesses reside, each exceedingly beautiful.

Legend says that consuming mermaid flesh grants immortal life, so every prince on land covets their flesh..."

A mermaid nearly identical to Heather in appearance and aura, with subtle differences in hair color and lip color, but with a contrasting temperament, emerged from the waves, swinging her long tail.

Behind her was a handsome prince in formal attire wielding a knife and fork, resembling Byron by likeness and clearly the young Prince Sorrenberg.

Brandishing the knife and fork, he exposed his white teeth to Heather:

"The most important thing in life is timing!

Beautiful Princess, come back to the castle with me and learn to be human together."

But what greeted them was...

"First Gear: Magnetic Field Overload, Giant Spirit Drumming! Die—!"