Pirate Kingship

A series of snores resounded, for the "Wolf Grandmother" who had transformed into a werewolf, after devouring Little Red Riding Hood, representing human nature, and the Big Bad Wolf, representing divinity, lay on the ground sound asleep, relying on the fact that no one could interfere with the ritual’s progression.

She didn’t even care that half of her house had collapsed due to Byron’s fist wind.

A belly so round, with subtle undulations appearing intermittently, as if something swallowed inside was still desperately struggling but unable to escape in the slightest.

Theoretically, once this witch’s divinity and human nature were devoured by beastliness, they could never be saved.

When the twisted dark fairy tale digests the normal fairy tale, it would be the birth of another terrifying bizarre.

Heather looked at the witch before her, undoubtedly from the same school although she had little impression of her, and felt a sense of forlorn sadness.

"Is there really no way to intervene in her promotion ceremony, like Byron did for me?

If outsiders could help, maybe this fellow witch from our school has a chance of survival.

Wait!"

Thinking of the authority she just acquired, her eyes suddenly brightened.

She pointed the magic mirror in her hand toward the Wolf Grandmother and splashed seawater from the collective unconscious sea of the Corridor of Truth onto the mirror, reading the original story that hadn’t been fully polluted.

To her surprise, she found there was actually more to the story here:

"...After the wolf satisfied its hunger, it lay back down on the bed and slept, snoring thunderously.

A hunter happened to pass by the house, picked up a pair of scissors, and started cutting open the belly of the snoring wolf. After just two cuts, he saw the red little hood.

He made a couple more cuts, and the little girl jumped out, exclaiming, ’I was so scared! It’s pitch black inside the wolf’s belly.’

Then, Grandma also came out alive, though a bit out of breath.

Little Red Riding Hood quickly ran to fetch some large stones, stuffing them into the wolf’s belly. When the wolf woke and tried to escape, the stones were too heavy, and it fell to the ground, dying instantly."

After finishing the complete story, Heather keenly noticed that this segment lacked a key character.

It was the hunter who, like a savior, rescued them after all the good people had fallen prey to the wolf!

Seeing hope, Heather hurriedly called out to people:

"Byron! Saranthe!"

Byron and Saranthe rushed over immediately.

"Mom?"

"Aunt, what’s wrong?"

Heather shared her discovery with them, instructing them:

"I am the protector of the princess and the girls; I can use the [Moonlight Eyeshadow] to send you two into the Wolf Grandmother’s fairy tale, replacing the original characters, breaking the boundary between reality and illusion.

But entering someone else’s fairy tale is like entering someone else’s divine kingdom, and you’ll be suppressed by their realm.

You can’t exceed their order level, which is at most half-step Fifth Order.

The two of you take action together and see if you can rescue the people. Hurry, it will be troublesome if she gets digested."

Saying this, she gently patted her son and nephew.

Blue eyeshadow appeared on Byron’s eyelids, and his clothes suddenly changed into hunter’s gear, transforming him into an agile hunter.

Red eyeshadow appeared on Saranthe’s eyelids, and he transformed... into Little Red Riding Hood’s mother, wearing a cotton skirt.

One could only say that this indeed was his real aunt.

There’s probably no boy in the world who could escape having his cheeks colored and rouge applied by his little aunt, right?

Of course, the main reason was that these were the only two characters left in the Little Red Riding Hood story.

Although Saranthe awkwardly tugged at his skirt, he didn’t say much, advancing with Byron on either side of the werewolf lying on the ground.

However, reality was clearly not as easy and carefree as in fairy tales.

Just the sound of footsteps capable of threatening it approaching would make the werewolf’s gigantic nose twitch and suddenly open its ghostly green eyes.

The two brothers were already prepared for this.

Just as it opened its eyes, Saranthe’s fingertip emitted a burst of divine light.

"Awoo——!"

The Flash Technique’s brightness rivaled the sun, causing the Wolf Grandmother to howl painfully with tears streaming down its face.

Saranthe was not part of the "Fairy Town School" like his aunt, but part of the "Crystal Palace School," comprised of male mermen and other male members of the Oceanic Kingdom.

The promotion path involved continuously creating crystal palaces, best achieved by collecting alien races. With each contract formed through the favor of the opposite sex, he would gain new transcendent abilities, and spirituality would increase significantly.

The Mandate of Heaven is also perfectly aligned with the gaseous halberd blade of the "Sea King’s Trident": for a "sea king" in every sense, who loves the entire marine biosphere.

Yet Saranthe found many toothless fish-headed, fish-bodied fishman girls, grass carp, carp, silver carp... but apart from the Flash Technique, they couldn’t learn anything else.

It is truly the shame of the school!

Even when transformed into a mythical creature, she still only knows one "Ultimate Invincible Super Doubling Flashing Light Technique":

Composed of a series of spells like Lighting Skill, Light Brightness Skill, Flash Technique, Chain Burst Flash Skill... all of which are actually variants of the Light Brightness Skill.

Just pushed to an unprecedented level, reaching the grade of Secret Arcane Art.

It can directly illuminate within people’s hearts, continuing to blind even the blind, blocking all senses and spirituality,

Saranthe took advantage of the opponent’s eye-covering wailing, picked up his Wolf Fang Club and dodged in front of Wolf Grandmother, striking a blow on the opponent’s head, harder than iron.

Others break ten thousand spells with one sword, but he insists on connecting the starting Flash Technique with the Wolf Fang Club till the end.

While Wolf Grandmother staggered backwards, Byron’s blood-forged thin sword flickered like a snake, with exquisite Storm Sword Technique, cutting open the opponent’s belly in one stroke.

Crash...

Besides Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf who jumped out first after being swallowed earlier.

Then came the spiritual bodies of last night’s eaten slave-catcher team, followed by the souls of the Old Continent adventurers and sailors eaten earlier, all surging out like a tide.

Byron and the group suddenly realized, adventurers had gone through wave after wave of selections along the "Second Circulation Belt" route, even if luckily ashore, still ended up in Wolf Grandmother’s belly.

No wonder no one could send word back; since entering this secret realm, they were doomed for complete annihilation.

Those consumed too long ago were digested clean; but recent months still persisted, numbering in the hundreds, the highest even reaching Fourth Order Hero.

Byron gestured with a hand, sending all these hometown spirits into the Nether River.

The vanguard adventurers were all excellent soldiers, their arrival pushed the "Million Heavenly Army" target further forward.

The following events had no waves; the newly rationalized Britney, Little Red Riding Hood, merged with the final layer of divinity Big Bad Wolf, also transformed into a slightly smaller red werewolf.

Working in concert with Byron and Saranthe, she personally bit through Wolf Grandmother’s neck, devouring all her light particles.

This was her ritual, needing none of the complexities when she was eaten, it was quickly digested, completing her last ascension, stepping into the Fifth Order Pseudo-God.

The Divine Aura dissipated, revealing before everyone a beautiful girl with a red hooded cloak, long silver-grey hair, and a pair of wolf ears on her head.

Her features were profound, filled with wildness, carrying a unique charm.

Reverting from "Moonlight Eyeshadow" back to her original appearance, Saranthe couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat, instinctively blurting out:

"Weren’t you anchored to ’Wolf Grandmother’s Grandma’? What is this..."

Britney glanced strangely at this exceptional lifesaver, thinking he might appear clever but is actually somewhat of a fool, yet she responded to his question, her voice pleasant:

"Look at what you’re saying, now that I’ve reached immortality, why would I choose to be a great beauty and not become a wrinkled old lady, otherwise wouldn’t my immortality be wasted?

Besides, I’m only 18 years and 480 months old, where am I old?"

The people nearby were silent:

"What a sharp retort, and what she says is entirely reasonable."

Subsequently, Britney performed a mage’s salute in front of Heather, her eyes filled with undisguised passion and gratitude:

"Mermaid Princess, thank you for your help. Regardless of what you require, my branch school and I will strive to repay you."

"No need to be polite, we’re all part of the same group; it was just timely."

Exchanging pleasantries, Heather discovered that although Britney was of an older age, she joined the "Fairy Town School" only after Heather had left the Eastern Continent.

Thus, Heather had never heard of her until now.

Moreover, Britney, though having a certain foundation long ago, succeeded in challenging a Divine Position within merely twenty years, undoubtedly hitting upon genius.

The path for both naturally gifted geniuses and those who simply win with effort ultimately both lead to genius.

Lastly, both simultaneously asked the most crucial question:

"May I daringly inquire, your teacher within the school is..."

And then simultaneously gave each other’s a completely identical yet surprising answer:

"Polyxia, The Little Match Girl!"

Upon uttering this name, Byron and the group instantly felt as if this forest was about to...ignite.

Heat waves rolling, as though seeing their late grandmother.