Pirate Kingship

Afterward, within the vast fan-shaped area, all forest, mountains, and rocks were shaken; the earth trembled, and smoke turned into rolling earth dragons swept by the shockwave, disappearing instantly at the horizon.

The leaves of towering trees covering several kilometers around were all scorched and dry.

Even Heather, a mythical creature almost stepping into the Fifth Order, couldn’t help but shield her eyes, her dress fluttering, rustling loudly.

"Second Gear: True·Killing Whale Dominating Fist!"

When Byron retracted his fist and exhaled, the scene before him was already cleaned thoroughly.

Not only did "The Little Mermaid’s" living fairy tale vanish completely, but even the forest ahead and a slightly undulating hill disappeared together.

From the boundary of Byron’s feet, within a sixty-degree angle fan-shaped area, the ground had been shaved flat by at least a meter.

The view ahead was unprecedentedly expansive.

This move was already good enough for digging a canal; it would definitely be fast and excellent.

"Hoo——!"

Byron slowly exhaled a breath that would scald a normal person, finally releasing the [Storm King’s Seal].

Britney prepared for years, waging a brutal battle for a long time, both sides suffering grievous injuries, and after a year of back-and-forth, finally, the tragically swallowed-back "Becoming a Fairy Tale" ceremony fell into his hands, yet he broke through smoothly with just two moves.

Heather tiptoed, leaning over Byron’s broad and sturdy shoulder, cautiously peering, watching this terrain-altering force of destruction, her eyes filled with sparkling little stars.

"Byron, awesome!"

Unable to resist holding her son’s head, she planted a series of pink lip prints with "mwa-mwa-mwa" on his forehead.

The next moment, the pleasant sound of bells rang out, the scattered seven-colored light points around them transformed into a river of light, all rushing into Heather’s body.

Byron originally wanted to leave behind something like a snakehead for his mother, allowing her to have a sense of participation; unfortunately, this adversary was too weak.

It resulted in her not needing to do even the smallest thing like "cheering," easily ascending.

Her body emitted dreamy divine aura from inside out, her long, slender legs transforming into a massive silver tail, and she rose into the air, revealing the mythical form of the Little Mermaid.

Clang, clang, clang...

A golden Ascension Stair to Godhood shot out from above her head, instantly locking onto the Immortal Stairway, binding her spirituality and the fairy tale of the Little Mermaid tightly together.

"Alice’s Pillow Fairy Tale Book" flipped quickly with "swish, swish."

Internally, "Princess Pea," "Cinderella," "Snow White," "Ugly Duckling," "The Little Match Girl"... stories also seemed to come alive together.

Inside are stories she collected herself, as well as stories of other school members who completed the "Becoming a Fairy Tale" ceremony.

Each connected with the divine light feedback from the world, granting Heather a series of authorities: [Dream], [Moon], [Sea], [Fairy Tales], [Princess and Girls’ Guardian]...

The one that most greatly enhanced her immediate combat ability was her exclusive divine art—[Divine Makeup·Moonlight Eyeshadow].

"Hmm, this ability... seems to be used like this."

Heather had a thought, her eyelid location automatically shaded with colorful eyeshadow, just a slight difference in makeup, yet it crafted distinct qualities and images.

Purple eyeshadow, a captivating fairy.

Pink eyeshadow, a pure and cute princess.

Silver eyeshadow, a dignified queen.

Black eyeshadow, a mysterious witch...

This is the effect of her exclusive divine art: play god.

Every princess in fairy tales has her own formal attire, and every girl is keen on the dress-up games with dolls.

Heather can switch outfits, transforming into different roles from the "Fairy Tale Book," using different abilities.

She could even break the boundary between reality and illusion, inviting enemies or teammates into a fictional secret realm generated based on a specific fairy tale, to collectively play characters within.

Equivalent to traveling through fairy tale stories.

Imagine, when two individuals possess similar strength, one is turned into a pig fetus, while the other becomes a butcher; how vast would be the disparity in combat strength between them?

Even without channeling any roles, familiar with the plot, she can easily defeat the opponent.

After Heather slightly experimented with her new abilities, her eyeshadow settled into a faint silver, lightly pointing at the "Snow White" page in the magic book.

Divine light surged, engulfing her, then a little foot wearing crystal high heels stepped out from the light column.

She appeared visibly grown, the off-the-shoulder design revealed alabaster-like collarbones and a smooth back, a dazzling crown emerging on her head.

The black fishtail dress flowed behind, revealing a section of her fair calf beneath it.

As the eye makeup transformed, her appearance was subtly refined, shifting from her original lively charm to overwhelming beauty that could captivate anyone.

In her hand appeared an oval-shaped silver mirror.

Heather raised the mirror before her and asked it:

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Clearly, Heather’s first choice wasn’t to become a random princess, but rather to transform into Snow White’s evil stepmother, who was also a very powerful witch!

However, the magic mirror didn’t give the well-known answer: "Snow White."

Instead, it respectfully said:

"My esteemed majesty, your beauty is famous in all the lands.

But I must admit, the [’World’s Most Beautiful Woman’], the [Papyrus River Flower Snake], [Radiant Queen] Cleopatra VII is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Upon hearing this expected answer, Heather wasn’t upset; instead, her heart was full of joy, confirming she indeed successfully ascended, and it wasn’t just a beautiful dream.

Holding her dress hem, she spun around, nodded earnestly, and commented:

"Ascending to godhood seems... not that difficult after all."

If Little Red Riding Hood Britney heard this, she’d be envious enough to cough blood.

The world is just so unfair.

Britney: From the time I was an apprentice, I’ve diligently studied various witchcrafts, endured countless hardships, taking one solid step at a time to reach this point.

Heather: I have a cheat code. I inherited divine bloodline, just need to reach adulthood to become a Fourth Order Mythical Creature.

Britney: I’ve cautiously propagated fairy tales in the Corridor of Truth, battling human ignorance and being wary of pervasive activated knowledge; do you know how I’ve made it through these years?

Heather: I have a cheat code, and somehow, just take a nap and everything’s achieved.

Britney: I meticulously choose the ritual locations, borrow all sorts of ritual treasures from the school, start my retreat half a month early, and still faced failure in the end.

Heather: I have a cheat code, sister, pardon my bluntness, isn’t it just about having sons?

Britney: Pfft—!!!

Against such hack-type cheaters, at the same level, no one can compare to her.

But after ascending to Pseudo-God, clearly Heather’s pursuits differed from before, no longer content being a carefree princess, intent on becoming the fairy tale’s ambitious big villain.

Her first portrayal as Snow White’s stepmother is a testament to that.

"In most fairy tales, the main joy point for standard female protagonists is gaining without effort; marrying well equates to reincarnation.

Thus, the ending essentially involves marrying a prince.

When I pushed the creation of the ’Little Mermaid’ story, it was mainly to cater to the market demands of the readership, crafting a love story.

However, in reality, stories appealing to male and female audiences are vastly different.

Men will journey through history, run businesses, invent, roam courtly paths, engage in battles, seize power, rebel, and are crowned kings...

Women will traverse history, um, marry the prince*N...

Thus, the real powerhouses in fairy tales aren’t those pampered princesses, but the formidable adversaries defeated by them.

A qualified villain, persistent, calm, striving hard, unwavering toward a set goal, resorting to any means necessary, why is it they often don’t succeed?

Even losing to the naive sweet ones only wanting a romantic lead?

Could it be simply because they lack a love-struck mind?

Starting today, things must change, such characters I call... big female protagonists."

Heather resolutely decided that she would, henceforth, become a career-oriented strong woman, embarking on a ’Fairy tale from the great villain start.’

Fortunately, she hadn’t boasted about this ambition in front of Byron yet, otherwise Byron would undoubtedly kneel, clutching his mother’s legs tightly, pleading her to awaken her indulgent nature.

Because there’s a golden truth: don’t fear the second generation indulging, fear the second generation wanting to prove themselves!

However, there was another critical matter at hand to handle.

Heather silently looked toward the "Wolf Grandmother."

"Is there hope for this sister?"