Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 152: 154: The Story of the Fire Starter Box

Chapter 152: Chapter 154: The Story of the Fire Starter Box

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However, when Qin Muye reached out for a copper coin, he found that the thing was a bit dodgy.

The previous big dog’s eyes were as big as teacups, and it was understandable that this one was naturally larger.

If it couldn’t withstand that, the Netherworld would have collapsed, but if it did withstand… what did it have to do with Qin Muye?

This soldier wasn’t actually a good man, from breaking his promise to the witch, to reckless spending and letting dogs steal money, and even his key date with the Princess, which was filled with a sense of discomfort and more like abduction, ending with unleashing dogs to kill the King and Queen to ascend the throne.

The copper coin was branded with a pattern of a skull and a scythe.

That was where the problem lay.

Qin Muye was hell-bent on getting that lighter; it might be able to summon three bodyguards whose power could be insufficient, but it didn’t matter; he felt these three dogs had a special bloodline and wanted to study them.

In this respect, Qin Muye was quite certain; without the Main Character Aura, one shouldn’t try to emulate the protagonist because it could really lead to death.

Using such a killer device just to guard a box of gold? That would be ludicrous, as even using it for transporting goods could earn more than a box of gold.

It’s no longer something that can be described as nonsensical; let loose, it would be a weapon of mass destruction.

A massive hateful dog so enormous that its eyes were even bigger than Qin Muye watched him, and its eyes were larger than the entire door.

If it wasn’t special, what would it eat and drink here? A normal dog would have starved to death long ago.

Before the dog could make the next move, its entire body was sealed by a Crimson Crystal.

He guessed that the lighter must be in the last room.

He didn’t immediately look for the three dogs or the lighter; instead, he observed the lamps.

So this gave Qin Muye a strong sense of destiny. Take what you can take, but the aftermath could be troublesome.

So for now, all he saw was a dog’s eye.

Who knows if the soldier was the child of some god? With even the Death God present, why fear other gods?

Firstly, he wasn’t a soldier and lacked that Main Character Aura, so if he really charged in, he was more likely to get bitten by the dogs instead of being able to stare them down and put them on a blue-checkered apron like the soldier did.

If this were an ordinary world, seizing the chance would mean seizing it, but this is a fairy tale, which means everything is predestined.

If he hadn’t truly seen it himself, Qin Muye wouldn’t have understood just how impactful the thing could be.

If Qin Muye didn’t have some skills, he would already be buried in the dog’s massive, gaping maw by now.

Such a comparison made clear just how massive the dog was.

After carefully observing for a while, Qin Muye finally pushed open the first door and saw a big dog with eyes as large as teacups watching him warily.

Then, Qin Muye remembered something: the dog in the third room had eyes as large as a round tower, not even the neighboring attacking Giants could withstand that bite.

Qin Muye walked through the corridor, which was not long, sporting only three doors, as if it were constructed especially for these rooms.

Qin Muye didn’t care about the big dog’s warning; he always felt that these currencies were not so simple.

Qin Muye looked into the big dog’s eyes, but as for the full picture? He hadn’t seen it, since the dog’s size was overwhelmingly large.

Qin Muye looked at the blue-checkered apron: “People in this Fairy Tale World are really wealthy; they give away an Advanced Treasure so casually.”

Qin Muye looked at the vicious big dog, which couldn’t be completely restrained by the backlash from the Magic Shield; it had to be fixed with magic.

Qin Muye thought the second dog was absurd enough, but this third dog…

Qin Muye also felt helpless; he figured he wasn’t the first one to be taken for a ride by the old witch, and those who came before him? Probably ended up in the dog’s belly.

Qin Muye discerned the situation of the dog immediately.

At the moment, it seemed to be a treasure vault, just uncertain which unfortunate soul’s treasure vault it was.

Walking in leisurely, the big dog pounced again but then turned into a huge statue of Crimson Crystal.

Having left the second room, Qin Muye didn’t rush to the third; he was pondering whether this counted as seizing someone else’s opportunity.

Arriving at the second room, the eyes of the second dog were as large as a water wheel.

Yet even so, he had reached the peak of life.

Considering the dog’s size, his eyes twitched in irritation; it was too insulting to his intelligence. The soldier couldn’t possibly be a giant or a titan, could he?

As the pattern of the Death God faded from his hand, Qin Muye became even more convinced that these currencies were anything but simple.

He opened the Treasure Box directly, and inside, just as the Witch had said, were copper coins.

After entering, the big dog did indeed launch an attack at once, pouncing straight at him.

Using it as a guard dog was simply absurd.

Looking around, this second room was the same as the first, with only the Treasure Box and the dog; he didn’t see a fire starter.

Although the pattern had changed, Qin Muye knew that it was better not to spend such strange things carelessly, lest he trigger some curse and have to ask his Spirit Monsters to avenge him, which would surely turn the whole Fairy Tale World upside down.

Otherwise, the Soldiers wouldn’t possibly have such incredible abilities.

His defensive power was actually quite good; he genuinely couldn’t beat the strength of those three dogs at the moment.

Then, a Magic Shield materialized around Qin Muye, blocking the big dog’s Bite, after which a layer of Crimson Crystal began to cover the dog from the Magic Shield-contacted fangs.

Subsequently, it rose to its feet, baring its teeth as if to say, as long as Qin Muye dared to come in, it would dare to give him a fierce one.

Leaving things as they were, Qin Muye turned around to leave, and as he passed the big dog, he tapped it, causing the Crimson Crystal covering it to shatter instantly, leaving the big dog somewhat baffled.

He thought the first dog was of a special bloodline, but now he figured it wasn’t about whether the bloodline was special or not; the creature itself probably wasn’t a proper dog at all.

But the moment he picked it up, the pattern on the copper coin rapidly disappeared, turning into an ordinary copper coin.

But a Water Wheel—that was too much. Was that Soldier really normal? With that physique, he was almost as big as a house.

Opening the Treasure Box, silver coins, Death God Pattern.

At this time, he had come down and was now in a large underground corridor, brightly lit.

But he discovered nothing, as though everything was as it should be.

However, seeing that Qin Muye had left the room without taking the copper coins from the Treasure Box, it naturally went back to continue its vigil.

For example, in the Fairy Tale of the fire starter, he remembered that the Princess in this story was locked up in the Copper Palace, and the reason was a prediction that said she would marry an ordinary Soldier.

The remaining copper coins inside the Treasure Box were the same, all changing before his very eyes.

[Attribute]

[Blue Checkered Apron]

[Placing creatures of Rank 5 or lower on the Blue Checkered Apron will render them immobile]

[Rank: Advanced]

“What a pity, I was actually looking forward to using a hammer to see if the Death God could withstand it,” Qin Muye said with some regret.

“What is this thing made of? Let’s not even talk about the lighting effect; why can it last so long?” Qin Muye’s pupils turned into Crimson Crystals, continuously observing the entire underground corridor.

“This dog doesn’t seem like a normal dog? Does it look more like it has a special bloodline?”

“Tsk, an interesting world view.”

“Tsk, just as I thought.”

“A fairy tale story has caused so many ripples under illogical circumstances.”

“So… how did the Soldier manage to carry this thing onto the Blue Checkered Apron? More importantly, can this thing really restrain the dog?”

“The Death God?”

“The Soldier isn’t a good person, and neither is the Witch, tsk, I want to be a good person,” Qin Muye said somewhat helplessly as he pushed open the door to the third room.

“You, be a statue for a while, don’t disturb me.”

“What exactly is the identity of that Soldier?” Qin Muye’s heart grew heavier.

“That fast? Looks like it’s jumping through space,” Qin Muye’s expression became serious as he noticed that one second the dog was on the Treasure Box and the next it was already by his side, mouth wide open, biting down.

“Alright, let’s not get too caught up in fairy tales.”

“Have you eaten? If not, take my punch.”

“…”

‘Fairy tales really aren’t logical…’

‘And there’s also this Blue Checkered Apron, even the big dog’s paws are not enough, and that old Witch still asked me to carry the dog onto it, that’s just making things difficult.’