Chapter 151: Chapter 153: Fairy Tale Story – I am CEO Wang, Not Prince Wang


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    As for how to become 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 meant, and instead lowered its head to graze.


    This also meant that Qin Muye had two choices. At the moment, 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 seemed to understand what he was supposed to do next.


    This statement made the old woman pause in surprise. She knew about Princes, but had never heard of a “King General” before.


    Come on, at least provide some logic when tricking him; surely not everyone in fairy tales is so ing 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 some 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 become 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 become 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 time he wanted a wife, it led to a deathmatch on server 6. The time before that was even worse, as the world got smashed by a Meteorite, which is why he ended up in “Lord Era.”


    So, for the moment, 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 something was a bit off.


    After some 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?


    [You have used a Random Dungeon Scroll, this time the instance world is: 8916 Fairy Tale]


    [You have received the Main Character Identity]


    [You have received a temporary skill: White Horse Prince]


    [This time, 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 become 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 time my grandmother came 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 some wealthy bachelor, how could I... oh, the combined ages from my past lives do indeed qualify me 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 mean 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, handsome King...”


    “Elder, isn’t it possible that we just get a new one? From the time your grandmother was young until now, it must have been a hundred years, right? You could have spent that time 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 memory, so how did I get this prince identity? Or is my white horse actually the prince?”


    “I have some memory, I’m a King... no, a prince, and even come 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 remembered that the old witch had given something to the soldiers in order to successfully retrieve the lighter.


    “Alright, elder, you say,” Qin Muye showed the enthusiasm of a nai?ve young man, his expression filled with excitement as if it was rare for someone to agree with him.


    “Hmm, a bit of intelligence, but just a bit. It seems this skill is meant 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 me better.” Qin Muye felt that being a prince was really not quite right for him, being a King was more suitable.