No strange things are allowed to evolve!

Wang Tiezhu closed his eyes, not daring to look, while Xue Wang had a solemn expression.

Now even she herself wants to ask this question.

Where's the fun in that, I ask you?

This isn't even considered a desperate situation, yet the intensity is already this high?

"How about..." the little gummy bear asked cautiously, "we play rock-paper-scissors..."

......

Meanwhile, creative workshops.

Two figures stood side by side in front of the workbench.

The handsaw doll was tinkering with something, muttering something as it worked.

Jiang Shu's body was trembling slightly.

"She was a great villain. In order to marry a nobleman, she created a false identity and killed her poor mother who had raised her with great difficulty. After successfully entering into a marriage contract with the nobleman, she used the title of the nobleman's fiancée to deceive many kind young men out of their money and affection. Finally, after successfully marrying the nobleman, she plotted to poison him and took all of his property."

"Her flesh and blood are filled with greed and malice. I think you have seen it too. Even if you crush her into pieces, turn her into blood, and burn her into filler, this vile aura will still linger."

"To be honest, under normal circumstances, even a craftsman like me wouldn't want to touch this kind of material, because it would pollute my soul."

"So, that..."

The handsaw doll hesitated, then asked hesitantly, "Are you really going to use her to make a doll princess? The pure doll princess who was driven to the forest by her wicked stepmother? Are you really sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

Jiang Shu was trembling with excitement.

This is truly the first time I've ever made handicrafts in this way.

If you're going to do it, do it absolutely!

“I admit that Creative Craftsman’s IP awareness is very innovative, but in my opinion he is still too conservative.”

"The fact that the same setting has been maintained for so many years is simply a desecration of the word 'creativity'."

"The doll princess is actually a mother-killing demon? Don't you find that interesting?"

"I didn't make you call me teacher for nothing; this is the first lesson I'm teaching you!"

"By the way, the stepmother, the hunter, the prince, and the seven giants were all created using this method!"

"I want a thrilling cricket fight with toys! I can't wait to see the blood flow like a river!"

The handsaw doll wiped non-existent cold sweat from its forehead: "I...I understand."

Jiang Shu braced his hands on the workbench, staring intently at the operation of the handsaw doll, trying to memorize every detail.

"This is so much fun!"

Chapter Twenty: Jiang Shu's Fairy Tale Universe

The creative workshops have seen a long-awaited return of activity.

About twenty or thirty artisans, in fact all the current employees, were gathered in the workshop.

Since they woke up, or more precisely, since the Big-Headed Dolls established the eight-hour workday, they haven't been here outside of work hours for a long time.

Although each of them was once passionate about their work here, often voluntarily staying behind to work overtime without pay beyond the scheduled four-hour workday, because they were truly enthusiastic about this career.

But as I said before, it's my choice to work overtime, but it's wrong of you to ask me to work overtime.

Furthermore, their current jobs are somewhat different from what they used to do.

In the past, the dolls they created could tell wonderful fairy tales, possessing all sorts of different personalities, and could bring the stories carefully crafted by the artisans to one innocent child after another.

But now, their job is to rebuild the doll kingdom. All the dolls they create will be handed over to the doctor, who will give them personalities and make them new companions. They will have very little room for free expression.

They've actually lost their enthusiasm a long time ago.

But now, unusually, almost all the craftsmen are in place.

The incident stemmed from a careless craftsman.

He often held a hammer in his hand, just like a handsaw doll often holds a handsaw.

The hammer doll is the foreman of the metal smelting workshop, a master craftsman. Today, he accidentally dropped the hammer head, and when he returned to his dormitory, he found that he only had a wooden handle in his hand.

This won't do; he can't sleep peacefully without a complete hammer.

So he returned to the creative workshop, hoping to find the lost hammer. He lived a repetitive life between his dorm and the workshop, and if he lost something that wasn't in his dorm, it was probably in the workshop.

Fortunately, he eventually found it.

But just as he put the hammer back on the handle and was about to go back to get some sleep, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

Those strange sounds came from the workshop's testing room.

The testing room is like a photography studio. In the past, every newly made doll had to undergo rigorous testing, living in a scene built according to the doll's design for a period of time to ensure its stability before it was officially released.

This helps the dolls understand and believe in what kind of person they are, building an unshakable self-awareness. Only then will they be sealed away and placed on the shelves of the Kingdom Shop, waiting for their owners to reopen them.

However, since the kingdom was destroyed and all the dolls fell into slumber, the testing room has not been opened for a long time. Now, the dolls made by the craftsmen are mainly used for the restoration of the kingdom, not for commercial purposes, so they are sent directly to the doctor's research institute and no longer need to be tested or adjusted.

So the hammer doll was very curious as to why there were strange noises coming from inside.

He quietly entered the testing magic room.

Then I saw a handsaw doll and an unfamiliar humanoid doll sitting upright on the observation platform, looking towards the stage.

On the enormous stage, a story all too familiar to the hammer doll is unfolding.

He personally participated in the design and production of many of these characters.

What is unfolding at this moment is the famous Poison Apple incident.

The hammer doll yawned, feeling a little bored.

"Haven't you had enough after watching this for so many years? It's so boring late at night."

He was not interested in the script he could recite by heart, nor was he interested in the unfamiliar humanoid dolls on the observation platform.

He'd rather go back to sleep now.

So he decided to leave quietly.

But at that moment, the puppets on the stage began to talk.

“Daughter, come home quickly. Look what this is. This is your favorite apple pie when you were little. But back then, we were poor and couldn’t afford fresh apples, so Mom had to pick up rotten apples that others didn’t want at the market. But now it’s good. We have money now, and we can make apple pie with fresh apples.”

"Huh?" The hammer doll turned around in surprise and saw a hooded middle-aged woman with a complex expression of anxiety, expectation, and pleading condensed on her face.

Does this passage appear in the original work?

"I told you, don't come looking for me again. I'm never going back to that pigsty-like home. Get out of here!" the girl said angrily.

"Huh?" The hammer doll was so sleepy that it could barely keep its eyes open, its tired head drooping, but it still decided to stop and watch.

Perhaps this is a new story?

The woman cautiously looked at the massive wooden fortress behind the girl: "Is this the house you live in now?"

"You don't need to worry about that." The daughter showed no appreciation for the woman's concern.

"I'm just worried..."

"Alright, now that you've seen enough, get out of here!"

"But at least make this apple pie..."

"I don't need it, I like banana pie now!"

"but..."

"Noisy!"

Extremely impatient, the girl angrily shoved the woman. In the chaos, she accidentally dropped the fork from the apple pie, or perhaps it wasn't an accident, but the fork inexplicably ended up in the woman's chest.

"No... Ah?!"

The hammer doll completely banished my sleepiness.

Meanwhile, seven figures, resembling small mountains, finally arrived late.

Seeing this, the daughter seemed to suddenly lose all her strength, collapsed weakly to the ground, and then covered her face and cried.

Upon seeing this, they rushed over and asked what had happened.

The daughter was still shaken, saying that the woman was the evil witch. She never expected that she would be chased all the way into the forest to kill her. If she hadn't reacted quickly, they would have almost never seen each other again.

In order to take revenge on the woman, these handsome, tall, and muscular men built a magical coffin to suppress the witch's evil power, intending to seal her in the forest.

However, at the time of the burial, the girl's fiancé appeared just in time. The kingdom's knights arrested them for human trafficking and murder, and beheaded them. The couple then inherited their treasure as victims.

But her happiness was short-lived. Having grown accustomed to the dreamlike life in the forest, the girl became increasingly dissatisfied with her fiancé, who was merely a human. So she plotted to kill him on the eve of their wedding, absconded with all his property, and fled the kingdom.

Soon, on her journey to find true love, she passed by a cursed castle...

"This is my meticulously designed masterpiece. Alas, youth is like this, always full of regrets."

The dumbfounded hammer doll heard Jiang Shu's confident voice from the observation platform:

"Next up is the story of Beauty and the Beast, but I haven't figured out how to connect them yet. But believe me, I will create a story that can accommodate all the series in the Workshop, which I call the Fairy Tale Universe."

Soon, news of a genius emerging from the creative workshop spread like wildfire, beginning to spread virally among the artisans through hammer dolls.

"Have you heard? A new kid came to the workshop, and the dolls he makes are flying in the sky."

"Wake up! Go test the magic house. I've heard there's something interesting there."

"I heard the new guy is planning to create some kind of universe, linking all the stories we know into it. Isn't that more interesting than working for the PhD?"

"This is the kind of exciting work we've been waiting for! My assessment is that I feel like creative artisans have come alive again!"

"Uh...when did the Creative Craftsman die?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely alive now!"

Chapter Twenty-One: Even Among Dolls, There Are Differences

Looking at the group of doll makers in front of her who were so diligently reading the first book of Dark Fairy Tales again and again, Jiang Shu felt tired for the dolls playing the role of mothers.

She was stabbed to death with a fork again and again.

"Is this everyone?" Jiang Shu asked.

The handsaw doll respectfully replied, "Yes, teacher, they've all arrived."

Jiang Shu didn't know where they got the information, but as soon as the first test ended, a doll holding a hammer came in with several other craftsmen and asked him to do it again.

The craftsmen looked doubtful, while the hammer craftsman seemed anxious, as if he wanted to prove something.

Jiang Shu didn't think much of it and had the handsaw dolls restore the scene, then reset the dolls to factory settings and did it again.

As a result, more and more craftsmen came to visit, drawn by its reputation.

Jiang Shu, who frequently posts poop in QQ groups, believes this is why Stand users are attracted to each other; people who like to eat poop always inexplicably cluster together.

Then, the handsaw doll told him a fact that surprised him.

It seems like all the craftsmen have come.

After that, several more representatives came to see him.

They each carried a hammer, scissors, a spindle, and other tools; they were all supervisors responsible for different aspects of the workshop.

They wanted him to become the workshop owner.

The reason for adding an agent is that they didn't know whether the creative artisans were still alive after that catastrophe.

If he were to return one day, Jiang Shu would only be second-in-command, since the status of the creative craftsman is unshakeable.

Clearly, Jiang Shu's unintentional quirky sense of humor caught the attention and goodwill of the craftsmen, and the "dedication" further amplified it.

Jiang Shu politely declined, saying, "But I've just joined the workshop and am just an apprentice."

"The handsaw has already taught you how to make dolls, right?"

"Correct."

"Wasn't the idea for dark fairy tales yours?"

"Yes."