Immersing himself in the story could actually improve his artistic conception. Chen Lin was both startled and delighted.
But he was also deeply worried.
The previous contestants' stories had produced no such effect.
That meant this was not something granted by the stage, but an ability unique to this contestant.
Such an ability would undoubtedly sway the audience's satisfaction ratings, posing an enormous threat to his bid for first place.
Chen Lin thought back. The contestant who had just left the hall was a monkey wearing a Golden Crown, but he did not know its name.
Could that be the Fairytale King?
He quietly speculated.
Yet it did not seem quite right.
This contestant's ability was certainly powerful, but its storytelling skills were ordinary. The entire story unfolded in broad, sweeping strokes, depicting the protagonist's ambition to become a king and dominate others. It did not particularly suit children's tastes.
That did not match the Fairytale King's reputation.
After a little thought, Chen Lin immersed himself in the story.
He could not pass up an opportunity to improve his artistic conception. There was no telling what dangers lay ahead, so every little increase in strength counted.
A quarter of an hour later.
The story approached its end.
Chen Lin emerged from his immersed state. A flicker of conflict crossed his eyes before giving way to resolve.
Then, with a thought, he secretly unleashed the Silence Technique!
The consequences were difficult to predict, but he knew that without doing this, his chances of winning through genuine ability were virtually nonexistent.
Although the current story was ordinary, the special artistic conception enhancing it amounted to cheating, multiplying the quality of the experience several times over. No matter how good Snow White's story was, it could not win.
He could only take the