[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]
"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."
"All o...
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[“I am looking for someone who can wear this crystal crown.” Princess Ijurel said calmly: “Whoever can wear this crystal crown will be the real prince and the real new protagonist.”]
[“What are the conditions for wearing this crown?” asked the proud woman in a black dress, Sora Sentogawa.]
[“He needs a heart as pure and strong as crystal, a pair of eyes as clear as water, and a spine as unbreakable as diamond. After wearing this crystal crown, he will bear responsibility and pain all the time from now on, and he cannot stop for a moment, and he cannot take it off for a moment.” Ijulael said.]
[“What are the conditions for taking off this crown?” asked Xianduerjie, a heroic man in a scarlet robe.]
[“When the story comes to an end, fate blows the final charge, and the ark reaches the other side of the glorious sky, the distance between people is no longer an isolated island shrouded in mist... At that moment, the prince can take off the crystal crown.” Ijurel said: “His head has been deformed due to wearing the crown for a long time. The moment he takes it off is also the moment he falls into eternal sleep.”]
[People immediately shook their heads. Who would wear such a crown? Even if they could become a unique prince.]
[The men and women on the dance floor all backed away, only a young couple who had just stepped onto the dance floor ran over.]
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"Is this a reasonable golden finger in a fairy tale?" Su Ming'an took the crystal crown from the "Princess" Ijurel.
Surprisingly, Su Mingan found that he could not wear the crown.
"...I'll wear it." At this time, Bei Wang took Su Mingan's crystal crown and put it on.
The crystal crown fit his head perfectly, just like a pair of crystal shoes of the perfect size.
Su Mingan always thought that similar things were prepared for himself, such as responsibility, heavy burdens, and painful suffering.
Until this moment, he finally realized the saying "Everyone is the protagonist of his own story". Even if Beiwang is not playing the role of Xiandu Shuila at this moment, this pair of "crystal shoes" is still born for him.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-" the clock struck twelve.
"Crash!" A sound like a dream shattering was heard, and several tall figures broke through the tree trunks and came out. They were ugly in appearance and ferocious in momentum.
"Are there any other scenes' memory lenses?" Su Mingan asked immediately.
Beiwang's story is in the style of Western fantasy, which is a big disadvantage, because Gao Wei's strength in Western fantasy stories is much higher than in realistic stories like Alauddin. This led to them catching up with Su Mingan before he could find a reasonable way to leave the story.
Bei Wang calmly looked at those extremely dangerous and powerful beings, slowly raised the witch's staff, the crystal crown on his head gathered shining light, and clusters of huge energy gathered in his palm. His eyes were white as frost at this moment.
"My mother told me a lot of fairy tales when I was a child." His voice finally became smooth, as if a magical spell had been cast on him:
"It is said that in fairy tales, there is a law."
"Goodness will surely defeat evil, and beauty will surely punish ugliness."
"Villains generally have hideous faces and evil temperaments. Good characters, on the other hand, have handsome or beautiful faces, as if they are the embodiment of all beauty."
"So the beautiful Cinderella will definitely defeat the ugly stepmother, and the beautiful Little Red Riding Hood will definitely defeat the ugly Big Bad Wolf."
"And now." He turned his head to look at Su Mingan, who was wearing a witch hat, frost, and crystal boots, and then looked at his beautiful lily of the valley robe:
“We’re all good looking.”
When he was a child, he often couldn't fall asleep because he wanted to hear his mother tell him another fairy tale.
But then, he began to long to fall asleep.
The crystal slippers made a crackling sound.
At the stroke of midnight, the white-haired "witch" waved her staff.
(End of this chapter)