Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Doria's entire body was not even one-tenth the size of the monster's almond-shaped head.

When she said this, the monster couldn't help laughing, "Just you? You are small but you have such a big mouth. You look like you can't even fill my teeth, but this meat looks quite tender..."

The monster greedily stuck out its tongue and licked around its mouth in a very suggestive manner. Its shiny saliva rolled down the crack of its mouth, making Doria feel very disgusted.

The last ray of orange sunset glow in the sky sank into darkness, and with it, a cold full moon rose.

The silver moonlight poured down on the small town, a softness that was in stark contrast to the bright sunlight.

This should have been the monster's favorite moment, as it meant that it could play with its timid "foods" again, watching them hide desperately but helplessly, and forced to face death.

but……

The monster looked at the red-haired loli in front of him whose smile was gradually disappearing, and he felt inexplicably cold.

The monster showed no fear of her - this was different from the "food" in the town who pretended to be calm, but it was not the ignorant and fearless kind of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

She knew exactly what she was, but she seemed confident that what she relied on could fight it.

The monster decided to strike first, no matter what kind of freak she was, just eat her...

The monster's two huge tentacles rolled towards Doria like sharp blades, as if to squeeze her into meat paste.

Doria just stood there, not dodging or evading. Thick black fog exploded from her body, and the darkness that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire town. A lion-shaped monster that was several times larger than the monster ran out of the black fog. When its tentacles were about to touch Doria, the lion-shaped monster opened its mouth wide, and its sharp fangs easily bit off two tentacles of the monster. Amid the monster's shrill screams, it quickly chewed the two broken tentacles, swallowed them into its stomach, raised its claws and stepped on them fiercely, and then lowered its head towards Doria meekly, as if expecting her praise.

[System prompt: Witch Doria has used the skill "Puppet Summoning". ]

[Skill Description: The elegant and powerful witch is born with the ability to manipulate puppets. The devil puppet line is the tool they use to manipulate puppets. All puppets that have been manipulated can be used by the witch, without any venue restrictions, and can be summoned by her. Foolish mortals, kneel down at the feet of the witch. ]

Doria looked at the hairy head of the demon lion in front of her, which was at least as high as a ten-story building, and silently retracted her hand that was about to be extended.

I just gave him a verbal compliment, "Well done."

"Awoooo ...

Then Doria was pushed on the head by the overexcited monster, looking down at everyone in a sea of ​​fur.

Doria: “…”

Overly considerate, but not too needy.

The consequence of this was that Doria, who originally wanted to taunt the monster head-on, could only sit in a pile of fur, buried so high that she was almost invisible to others.

In the end, Doria stood on the nose of the magic lion and successfully taunted and output a wave.

"With your appearance, you are not even good enough to fill the gaps between my pet's teeth. You look disgusting, and your meat is old. It's really unfair to my pet."

Doria looked at its teeth that were crushed by the magic lion and fell all over the ground, and smiled sweetly and cutely, "Do you still think that I am your food?"

Monster: "Wuwuwuwu!!!"

"You seem to be very unhappy, but it doesn't matter. The more you look like this, the happier I am."

Doria fiddled with the puppet strings at her fingertips, lowered her eyes, and spoke in a very light voice, "This is the seventh world line of this fairy tale. Ever since I entered this world, I have been wondering, since this world does not have anything as difficult to deal with as derivative bosses, how did it manage to refresh 7 lines without being broken through or destroyed."

"now I understand."

There was no smile in the witch's bloodshot eyes. "The reason why there is no breakthrough is because the people who came to carry out the mission before were too weak. They were not strong enough, so they failed again and again. This fairy tale has never been broken through and liberated."

7 world lines mean that everyone in this fairy tale has died 6 times.

But their will has never been erased.

“Everyone in this fairy tale is extremely eager to live. Their strong will to survive allows the world to restart again and again. They don’t want to die, so they seize every opportunity to save the world.”

"This fairytale world has not been completely destroyed because they are unwilling to accept this."

"But their strength is still too weak. But it doesn't matter. I am strong enough."

The puppet string in Doria's hand raged wildly, piercing deep into the monster's eye sockets, digging out the pair of narrow green bean eyes, and then forcibly pried open its mouth, forcing it to chew and swallow.

She ignored the monster's sharp and shrill screams.

Amid the monster's screams, its body was dismembered step by step, starting with the four constantly regenerating knot-like tentacles, then to the disgusting tumors on its body... and finally the tongue.

It’s so strange that the blood flowing from such a monster is also red.

It actually has a heart.

The scene of Doria's monsters was so bloody and brutal that the crowd watching from a distance could not bear to watch.

On the one hand, I felt scared, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but look around.

This huge monster has oppressed them for too many years. Seeing it become like this, it would be a lie to say that they are not happy and relieved.

But at the same time as they felt happy, they were also filled with fear. They were afraid that the person who killed the monster would kill them in the same way as the monster did before, and would oppress them and treat them as playthings.

After almost dismembering the monster, Doria jumped off the magic lion lightly.

He waved cheerfully at the crowd over there, "Is there anyone who wants to come over for revenge? This monster is still breathing. If you want revenge, come as soon as possible. If you are late, it may really die."

The monster's vitality is indeed extremely tenacious.

Even though it had been chopped into a pool of mud, it was still able to wriggle strongly and try to piece itself together again. The demon lion was very excited after discovering this, kicking it like a meat ball and taking a bite every time it kicked it.

Well...if the one who wants revenge doesn't come to finish him off, he might be eaten.

Among the crowd looking at each other, Xia Lin was the first person to rush to Doria.

She bowed to Doria and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Doria waved her hands, showing her cuteness and agility to the fullest. "Oh, you're welcome. I just don't like him. But it's different for you. If you have a grudge, take revenge. If you have a grudge, complain. Go now."

Xia Lin then picked up a brick from the ground and walked towards the monster being toyed with by the magic lion.

The demon lion had no ill will towards her. When it saw the brick in her hand, it deliberately stepped on the monster and then carefully pushed it to her side.

It seemed as if he was telling her to feel free to vent her anger.

Of course Xia Lin wasn't going to be polite. He picked up the brick and smashed it down with all his strength, over and over again, using all his might.

With Xia Lin's good start, the young girls and men in the distance finally couldn't help but joined the ranks of fighting monsters.

As for the group of scarlet little beasts that took advantage of the chaos to escape, Doria certainly would not let them go.

One by one, they were all tied up tightly in front of her.

"As for me, there are two kinds of scum that I hate the most in my life. One is those who like to bully the weak, the old, the weak, and the disabled, and the other is those who are mean."

Doria stomped hard on the head of one of the little beasts. "What a coincidence! The two types of scum that I hate the most are both here in this world."

"But I don't intend to treat you like that monster. After all, as you said, you didn't do anything. You just said a few words. So let you experience how your words feel to the victim."

"Sister, can you please let me hold your hand?"

The girl who was questioned by Doria was stunned for a moment, then fell under her sincere gaze without any malice and extended her hand.

[System prompt: Witch Doria activates the skill "Immersive". ]

[Skill Description: You can obtain the most tragic memories of any organism by contact. Once you obtain the memories, the memories can be reproduced on any organism, including but not limited to the original owner of the memories. Immersive, giving you the most intuitive experience of pain! ]

"You should also have a taste of what these words taste like."

A flash of red light passed by, and the group of scarlet little beasts that were struggling desperately suddenly became quiet, and Doria also retracted the puppet strings that bound them.

After a while, the little animals seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and began to hide and flee everywhere.

But no matter how they ran, they always went around in circles. Some of them seemed to have a sudden nervous seizure and started running towards the wall at high speed, and finally crashed into the wall and died.

One after another, some began to commit suicide, some began to self-harm, and some simply fainted...

"Thank you, you saved us."

The crowd didn't know when they stopped their revenge on the monster. They stood quietly behind Doria, and when Doria turned around, they all thanked her devoutly in unison.

Doria did not accept their thanks this time. "No, you can say that I helped you, but you can't say that I saved you. The only one who can save you is yourself."

"Even though this world is so bad and makes you live so painfully, you still don't give up on it, so it continues to this day. If you gave up on it, I wouldn't be here."

Fairy tales can be destroyed.

If everyone in a fairy tale, including the protagonist, loses the will to survive, then the fairy tale will disappear.

Not only will it disappear from the memories of those who created and loved fairy tales, but the existence of the entire fairy tale world will be completely wiped out.

Forgotten fairy tales and fairy tale worlds may not necessarily disappear.

If fairy tales can be destroyed, there will no longer be any fairy tale world.

Doria did not receive a reply. What was shining under the moonlight was no longer the standing crowd, but a sea of ​​flowers clustered under the trees.

It is no longer a single rose protected by a fence and covered with thorns, but lilies, roses, sunflowers, baby's breath, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers.

Under the shelter of the towering trees, they stretch their petals freely, blooming with the different beauty of each flower.

The sea of ​​flowers spread inch by inch, covering the wilderness, embracing the white gentian under the moonlight, and blooming together with the gentian, brighter than the sun.

Does it have to be a rose covered with thorns?

If you can protect yourself by removing the thorns, then why do you have to be a rose?

Every flower has the right to bloom.

No one can make decisions for the flowers except the flowers themselves.

Bloom, not necessarily in the sun.

The gentle moonlight will take you into dreamland.

[System prompt: The fairy tale "Bloom or Wither" has been changed to "Bloom." ]

[System prompt: Congratulations to Witch Doria for successfully liberating the fairy tale world "Blooming". The mission reward "Rose Heart" has been distributed to your prop box and is being transferred to the fairy tale login point...]