The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 170: The “All-Powerful” Magic Lamp

Before Aladdin could even scream, a small figure swiftly stepped in front of him.

A dazzling flash of steel cut through the air, sparks flying as metal clashed against metal. The sharp clang echoed through the vast, empty desert.

When Aladdin reopened his eyes, he saw that all the warriors had collapsed.

Their lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the ground, eyes wide open in terror, as if they had witnessed the most horrifying monster of their lives.

Standing amidst the corpses and pools of blood was none other than Aurora, her golden hair shimmering under the desert sun.

Crimson droplets of blood dripped from her sword, gathering at the tip before falling to the ground.

“W-Wow! The goddess of the treasure vault is so powerful!” Aladdin gasped in awe.

Even the Emperor of Ender, usually calm and composed, now looked as if he were facing his greatest nightmare.

As the ruler of the largest empire in the Western Continent, the emperor had encountered countless powerful fighters, as well as dragons and giants, beings that defied human limitations.

Yet never, not once, had he met a human or monster as fearsome as the girl before him.

Just standing there, she exuded an aura so overwhelming that it felt like the end of the world was upon him.

Is this even a human?

Even a dragon couldn’t do this!

The emperor forced himself to remain outwardly composed and asked, “You are a formidable warrior. Where do you hail from? I don’t believe we have any grievances.”

“So you really don’t recognize me?” Aurora looked slightly disappointed. “But I’ve seen your face more than once… in paintings.”

She took a step forward, raising her blood-stained sword.

“I am Aurora, Crown Princess of the Rose Kingdom.

“Years ago, your army invaded my homeland. Now, I’m here to settle the score.”

The emperor’s face darkened, and he let out a cold snort.

In the past, facing such an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, he might have felt a sense of despair.

But now, the magic lamp—the lamp that held limitless power—was in his hands!

“You seem very confident that you can kill me. But I wouldn’t recommend raising your weapon against me.”

With those words, the emperor swiftly rubbed the lamp.

Thick clouds of mist surged from its spout, rapidly condensing into the form of a towering, godlike entity.

“Great and mighty master, command me, and I shall obey.”

The emperor declared, “I order you to defeat that girl—make sure she can never harm me.”

The genie cast its spell.

In an instant, a violent storm erupted. The sky darkened, sand whirled in the air, and the ground trembled.

Before anyone could react, the golden-haired girl who had been charging forward with her sword suddenly turned to stone.

“This… this is the power of the magic lamp? It’s even stronger than I imagined!”

The Emperor of Ender then turned to Aladdin, who had nearly fainted in fright, and gave another command to the genie.

“Turn that boy into stone as well. Then shatter both statues into pieces so they disappear forever.”

The next moment, his wish came true.

A gust of dark wind howled, and Aladdin was also transformed into a statue.

Then, with a loud crack, both stone figures shattered into thousands of fragments, the remains sinking beneath the desert sand, lost to the world forever.

The Emperor of Ender was ecstatic.

The power of the lamp far exceeded his expectations. No longer able to contain his excitement, he abandoned his usual stoic demeanor and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“HAHAHA! So this is the magic lamp! The almighty, all-powerful magic lamp!”

“The entire continent is mine!”

Gripping the lamp tightly, he made another wish: to be transported back to Ender.

The world around him spun wildly as the scenery changed at lightning speed.

—

Back in Reality.

Aurora and Aladdin stood in place, watching as the Emperor of Ender clutched a dirty, ordinary oil lamp, speaking aloud all sorts of wishes—yet nothing happened.

Still, the man laughed joyfully, completely oblivious to them, as if lost in his own world. He climbed onto his horse and began heading west—toward Ender.

Rhine, who had appeared at some point behind Aurora, casually explained,

“When he arrives home, he’ll believe that the magic lamp sent him back.”

Aurora turned to Rhine in realization.

“Teacher, did you cast a spell on the fake magic lamp? A hypnosis spell, making him think his wishes have come true?”

“Something like that.” Rhine didn’t bother explaining the details of the enchantment.

After all, it wouldn’t be long before special news arrived from Ender!

Just imagining the foolish things the emperor would do under the effects of the spell made Rhine want to laugh.

His gaze shifted to Aladdin, who had collapsed onto the ground, looking utterly dazed.

“Aladdin,” Rhine said, “those villains are either dead or under hypnosis. You can safely go home now.”

“Ah… okay.” Aladdin’s face lit up with joy—only to quickly fall into distress again.

“Wait… no, I can’t go home! That fake uncle brought me all the way here, and I don’t even remember the way back!”

His shoulders drooped, his eyes welled up, and it looked like he was about to burst into tears again.

“Who said you had to go home alone?”

Rhine lightly tapped his heel against the ground, and a silver whirlwind engulfed the three of them. Within the swirling wind, countless colors shifted and blended.

Aladdin felt as though he were soaring through the sky, with mountains, rivers, and vast lands rushing past him. He blinked, and in the very next instant—

He was standing in front of his home.

“This… This is my house?” Aladdin gasped as he stared at the familiar doorway.

He had followed his fake uncle on a long journey, traveling for days, crossing mountains and rivers, before finally reaching the desert where the magic lamp had been sealed.

And yet, in just the blink of an eye—he was back.

“Thank you! You’re not just spirits of the treasure vault—you even sent me home!” Aladdin exclaimed in joy, turning to open the door.

But before he could, Rhine gently caught his arm and reminded him:

“Don’t forget—the gems in your pockets. You have dozens of them, each one a rare treasure. Even the smallest among them is far more brilliant and valuable than anything found in a jeweler’s shop.

“These gems are enough to make you richer than a king. Take good care of your mother, and more importantly—learn.”

Then, Rhine removed the ring from his index finger and placed it in Aladdin’s hand.

“This ring holds powerful magic. It may not be as great as the magic lamp, but it is still extraordinary.

“If you ever need help, rub the ring, and a majestic and mighty spirit will appear to aid you.

“But remember—never use it for evil. Otherwise, there will be consequences.”

Aladdin nodded earnestly, committing Rhine’s words to heart.

He could feel the heavy weight of the gems in his pockets, and the cool touch of the ring now on his finger. As he gazed at the familiar doorway, memories of his incredible adventure flooded his mind.

He thought of the deceitful magician who had disguised himself as his uncle.

He recalled the magnificent hall and the garden filled with gem-like fruits.

And he remembered the crazed emperor, laughing as he took the fake magic lamp.

It all felt like a dream.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Aladdin pushed open the door.

—

The moment he stepped inside, he saw his mother, bent over her sewing machine, diligently working.

“Mother, I’m home!”

Hearing his voice, his mother turned, and upon seeing her son—she burst into tears.

“Aladdin! You’re finally back!”

“When your uncle took you away, I thought you’d return the same day… But you were gone for so many days! I was worried sick!”

Ever since that “uncle” had taken Aladdin away, his mother had been restless.

When he didn’t come back the next day, her anxiety grew worse.

As the days passed with no sign of him, she wept uncontrollably, fearing the worst.

She had sought out neighbors and scholars, explaining how her child had vanished. But everyone told her the same thing—

“Your son may never return. Prepare yourself.”

Yet now, her son was standing right in front of her.

Aladdin took his mother’s hands and said firmly,

“No, Mother. That man was never my uncle—he was a wicked magician who tricked us!

“He almost killed me.”

His mother’s face turned pale with horror. She pulled Aladdin into a tight embrace, gently stroking his hair.

“My child… You must have suffered. How did you escape?”

Aladdin smiled.

“All thanks to the two spirits in the treasure vault! They were so powerful!”

He turned around excitedly, ready to point them out—

But Rhine and Aurora… were gone.

The alley outside was empty.

“Gone?” Aladdin stood there in disbelief.

If not for the weight of the gems in his pockets, he would have thought he had dreamed it all.

Wait—the gems!

Under his mother’s astonished gaze, Aladdin emptied his pockets and poured out the gems onto the table.

The dazzling stones gleamed, their brilliance filling the entire room with light.

“Mother, we’re rich now! These gems are worth fortunes—far more precious than anything in a jeweler’s shop.

“Even selling just one of them will bring us more wealth than we’ve ever had!

“You won’t have to work so hard anymore.”

His mother stared at the jewels, stunned.

Thinking about the hardships they had endured, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

Tears filled her eyes as she hugged Aladdin once more, kissing his forehead.

She felt that, after this journey, her son had matured—he was no longer the playful child he once was.

—

From that day on, Aladdin and his mother lived in comfort.

Despite their newfound wealth, they never became wasteful or extravagant.

And Aladdin—he changed.

He no longer mingled with idle troublemakers.

To sell the gems, he befriended merchants and spent time in the marketplace, learning the ways of business.

Before he knew it, he had become an expert in trade.

Day by day, he mastered the world of commerce.

Eventually, he became a wealthy merchant, known far and wide.

Even as a rich man, Aladdin never forgot his roots—he helped the poor, earning the admiration of his entire community.

He also remembered the magical ring that Rhine had given him, but he never misused its power.

They say that years later, his reputation as a merchant and the ring’s magic caught the attention of the emperor, who betrothed a princess to him.

But that is a story for another time.

—

The Emperor of Ender rubbed the magic lamp, closed his eyes, and opened them again—

And found himself back home.

Seated upon his throne, he clutched the dirty, battered lamp, his most treasured possession.

Greedily, he rubbed it once more.

Immediately, a majestic spirit appeared before him.

Its lower body was a swirling tempest, its upper body cloaked in white fabric.

“My master, what is your wish?”

The emperor paused, carefully choosing his words.

“I wish to be the ruler of the world.”

As he spoke, he felt a trace of doubt—was the genie truly powerful enough to grant such an immense wish?

Of course, if the genie claimed it wasn’t possible, he would adjust his strategy—using smaller wishes to win war after war until he conquered the continent.

But to his shock, the genie immediately responded:

“Master, your wish has been granted.”

The emperor’s heart raced.

That’s it? Just like that?

The genie waved a hand, and before the emperor’s eyes, scenes from all across the world appeared.

The Western kingdoms, the Middle Eastern states, and the Eastern empires—

All of them had replaced their flags with the banner of Ender.

The emperor still felt uncertain, but just then, a minister hurried in and announced:

“Your Majesty! The King of the Rose Kingdom and the King of the Western Kingdoms are arriving at the royal port!”

The emperor frowned. “Why are they coming?”

The minister replied, confused,

“Your Majesty… they come to pay tribute, of course.

“Just as they do every year.”

Another minister added,

“Your Majesty, you are the supreme ruler of the continent. Every king bows before you.”

Soon after, two kings arrived, offering grand tributes.

The Western Kingdom even gifted rare pearls from the Oceanic Realms, now a vassal of Ender.

The emperor was stunned—then ecstatic.

The lamp… truly made my wish come true!

From that day forward, kings visited daily, offering endless treasures.

Magicians from across the land pledged loyalty.

Everywhere he went, people worshiped him.

And so, the emperor never let go of the lamp.

Each night, he clutched it as he slept, afraid it might be stolen.

Until one night—

The genie appeared unbidden and whispered:

“My master, your eldest son is plotting to overthrow you and steal the lamp.”