An invincible journey starting from a different race

Shirley's eyes widened: "Back again?"

"Yes." Horn's expression was painful. "They are back here again."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Shirley said, "Like me."

Horn glanced at Shirley and shook his head. "No, it's not like you. You're still rational, and no different from the beginning. But they're different. They've become... demons with only desire in their heads!"

Shirley was shocked. She subconsciously asked, "What desire?"

Horn glanced at Aesop, Stank and others behind Shirley, and then said, "Step on it."

"……what?"

Horn said painfully, "They have become demons who only know how to trample, take, and squeeze...!"

Shirley: "..."

Stank and Bruce: "..."

Looking at Shirley's expression, Horn smiled bitterly and said, "I knew you would react like this. You might think I'm joking or lying."

"No..." Shirley said, "No one is in the mood for jokes at a time like this."

"Then you certainly won't think this matter is that serious." Horn put his hands in his pockets, and then tremblingly took out a cigarette, as if only tobacco could ease the fear in his heart at this moment.

Stank thought for a moment and asked, "I only know how to squeeze juice...is there anything else?"

"Look, I knew you would ask that. You'd definitely feel disdainful, otherwise why would you ask such a question?" Horn said, "Do you think this isn't enough?"

"Uh." Stank scratched his head and said, "I just think that since your place has become like this, it must have suffered more serious damage."

Horn did not answer immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then spoke slowly.

"God created humans fairly. He gave men physical strength but limited their energy. He gave women energy but limited their physical strength." Horn exhaled the cigarette in his mouth and then, through the swirling smoke, stared at Aesop and the other outsiders. "But what if... this restriction was lifted?"

this problem……

The few of them had never thought about it, but it was not something they had not experienced before. Didn’t those low-level nightmares almost take Bruce’s life?

Stank was about to use Bruce as an example, and then he saw Horn speak slowly.

"The first victim... was squeezed for three whole days and three nights. When we saw him again, only a shrunken corpse remained."

Stank immediately shut up.

Two-thirty-nine! She brought the curse!

Stank had been thinking, "Isn't it just being drained?" It's not like anyone hasn't experienced this before. Just look at Bruce, who single-handedly took on sixteen low-level incubi, nearly dying, and even developed post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). If it weren't for Aesop, Bruce would probably have been stuck fighting Ganqiu for the rest of his life.

But what Stank didn't expect was that the situation on the snowfield was even more serious.

Previously, Bruce had fought sixteen on his own, lasting an entire night (though he'd probably only lasted less than half an hour), which meant he'd lost half his life and nearly collapsed, but no one had actually died. But here, someone had actually died, so the concept was completely different.

While Stank hadn't endured the same low-level torture as Bruce, he had been baptized by high-level purebred incubi. These were the ones who lived in the Incubi Tower, where a single night there would render them completely devoid of desire for the next week. Therefore, Stank understood the agony of being exploited when nothing was left, even being drained to death... It was truly unimaginable.

What a devastation this is.

Stank couldn't help but ask, "How could it become like this? Didn't you save him?"

Horn glanced at Stank and said, "Do you think we don't want to save them? Do you think all the men hiding here wanted to hide here from the beginning?"

"what do you mean……"

Horn sighed, then said, "The people here have all gone through one bloody battle after another to hide here. Do you know how much effort it took us to escape from those half-naked female demons with human hearts exposed?"

Hmm... that's a pretty vivid description.

"Why, why did it become like this?" Shirley murmured, "It wasn't like this when I was frozen."

"So much has happened in the past six months," Horn sighed again and said, "This is simply... a nightmare. Every night I dream about Yoshizawa's last words to me."

Yoshizawa was another of Shirley's companions. When Horn mentioned Yoshizawa, Shirley immediately asked, "What happened to him? What did he say to you last?"

Horn looked at Shirley and repeated, "Brother, let me in for a moment, please."

Shirley was stunned for a moment, then slammed the table and said angrily, "You actually locked him out and didn't let him in?! Horn, what's your heart made of? You just watched like that? I'm so disappointed in you!"

"Ah, Shirley, you misunderstood." Horn's tone was calm. "He didn't want to come into this pub."

"What else do you want to explain... Oh no, what else do you want to quibble about?!" Shirley frowned tightly, trying hard to suppress her inner anger. "Whether you locked him out of the pub or locked him out of his house, you are still a bastard..."

"What he wants to enter is my body."

"...Egg." Shirley was slightly startled. "Huh?"

Horn closed his eyes in agony and recalled painfully, "Yes, what he wanted to enter was not the shelter, but my... body!"

Shirley: "..."

Stank and Bruce: "..."

Is this a bit... too weird?

Others found it strange, but Aesop grasped the key information from Horn's words: "You mean, men can also be affected?"

Stank and the others finally realized that they had previously thought that only women would be affected by the curse, but now it seems that men can't escape it either?

Thinking of this, Stank and Bruce looked at each other subconsciously, and then they both thought of the scene where the other party said to them charmingly after being cursed, "Good brother, can you let me in?" They both felt a chill and subconsciously moved away from each other.

"Of course." Horn nodded and said, "The curse brought by the evil wind is naturally not gender-specific. It's just that the curse on men is far less horrific than on women."

"What is the reason?"

"That's what I just said," Horn said. "Men have an inherent advantage in physical strength. Even if they possess unlimited physical strength, their energy is still limited. If they want to compete with women who possess unlimited energy and physical strength, they will ultimately be..."

Aesop understood, nodded, and made an analogy: "It means that no matter how good the cow is, it will eventually die of exhaustion, and no matter how bad the land is, it will never be damaged by the bull's terrier for the first time."

"...You outsiders' metaphors are quite vivid." Horn sighed heavily and said, "That's what happened to Yoshizawa. When he was about to launch a central breakthrough against me, he was dragged away by another cursed woman, and then..."

Horn shook his head with a painful expression, as if he didn't want to recall the past any further.

The more Shirley listened, the heavier her heart became. Finally, she stood up and said, "Where is Yoshizawa's grave? I want to go and pay my respects to him! Okay, I know it's difficult to erect a monument in this situation, but I still want to find his body."

Lim was moved by Shirley's courage: "Ms. Shirley..."

Horn said, "Uh," and said, "Did you misunderstand something? Yoshizawa is not dead yet."

Several people were slightly stunned: "What?"

"Jize isn't dead yet," Horn said. "He was simply imprisoned by the woman who took him after his defeat. In reality, most of the men who were taken, or those who were defeated, didn't die; they were simply imprisoned as prey. Those women, though cursed, wouldn't actually kill them. Instead, they would do their best to keep their prey alive, so they could... exploit them for a longer period of time."

Several people were confused by Horn's sudden turn of events: "But didn't you just say that one guy died at the beginning?"

"That's right. But at the very beginning, when the curse first struck, he was surrounded by five returning women." Horn sighed. "It was truly... impossible for even gods to save him. But after the initial chaos, there weren't many casualties. Those women... didn't seem to have completely lost consciousness. They even knew how to distribute their prey, using their energy to nourish their spirits."

God damn it uses essence to nourish essence.

"What about Yoshizawa?" Shirley asked quickly.

"In his own home, except that it no longer belongs to him." Horn sighed again, and he didn't know how many times he had sighed today. "I saw him the day before yesterday when I went to look for food. He was behind bars at home, completely unrecognizable. Really, although he was still alive, he was no different from being dead. He could only be described as a walking corpse. He also found me at that time. I will never forget his hand reaching out from the bars and what he said to me."

Shirley subconsciously asked, "What did he say?"

"He said..." Horn's face was full of worry, "Hey, check me."

Shirley, Stank, and Bruce: "..."

Damn, this is too weird.

And Aesop once again grasped the key point: "You mean, the cursed people still have their own consciousness, but not much, more like beasts controlled by instinct after being trampled away?"

Horn looked at Aesop in surprise, thinking that this human's summary was too accurate. No wonder the outside world always calls people "cultured people" and never "cultured rabbits" or "cultured dogs."

"That's probably the case," Horn nodded and said, "but specifically... to be honest, we don't dare to approach them. After all, we could get caught if we're not careful. It's one thing to get caught, but if we're locked up with our former brothers, we won't be able to be brothers anymore. Besides, the evil wind is still blowing, so we don't dare to resist. If we get cursed in the middle of the fight, it will be a complete waste of effort."

Having said that, everyone finally understood why these men were hiding here, what exactly happened, and why they didn't dare to resist.

This is completely an away game. If you are not careful, it will become a hot weapon, and it is very likely to become a man's hot weapon. This is too scary.

But Lim couldn't help but ask, "Have you ever considered investigating the source of the curse? You all know that there's a powerful being in the snowfield, right?"

The men exchanged bewilderment, and Horn smiled wryly. "Do you think we haven't been there? In this kind of situation, anyone would think something might have happened to the great being who has always protected us. But who knows what exactly happened? After all, we don't even know His exact location. I heard that only the Snow Maiden, who wanders the deepest reaches of the snowfield, knows His whereabouts."

At this time, another male snow bear also spoke in a muffled voice: "Besides, it's not that we haven't been there before. We even formed an exploration team and went deep into the snowfield to find out the cause, but in the end..."

"The whole army was wiped out?" asked Kelim.

"No." The male snow bear shook his head and said, "Someone has returned, but she didn't come back alone."

"……what?"

What is this Riddler?

The male snow bear said, "She was the only one of the exploration team who returned, but she didn't come back alone. She was the first one to change, and it was after she came back that the curse was updated. So, we all think she brought the curse back."

Stank and the others looked at each other, feeling that the matter was becoming increasingly terrifying.

"Who is she?" Aesop asked.

"She's also an outsider," Snow Bear said in a deep voice, "Her name is Molly, and she's..."

"Pure-blooded incubus."

The 231st Nightmare Demon's trump card!

"Let me make this clear, I can only take you to Molly's house...about 300 meters away," Horn said to everyone cautiously. "No, you absolutely can't go any deeper...Okay, a little deeper is not impossible, but at most it's a little bit of a loss. I can accept that at most."

"Alright, you idiot," Stank said angrily. "We're here to help you, but you're such a coward."

Facing Stank's accusations, Horn did not feel any shame. After all, if someone had survived the mutation of the Demon Wind and was still haunted by meaningless shame, he would have been assimilated by the hot weapons long ago.

"If you had seen Molly's abilities, you wouldn't say that," Horn said in a low voice. "Do you know what a pure-blooded incubus means in a place like this? Before she mutated, the men here couldn't last ten minutes with her. Now that she's mutated, she possesses endless energy, stamina, and desire. Just imagine what kind of existence she is!"

Stank subconsciously wanted to refute Horn, but for a moment he couldn't find any point to refute.

Indeed, these outsiders were more aware of the pure-blooded nightmare's combat power. After all, they would occasionally stage CGs of defeating pure-blooded nightmares in the Dream Tower. Now, facing another cursed, enhanced pure-blooded nightmare, even Stank and Brutz didn't dare to boast in front of such a being.

People should still have a sense of awe!

Even if you don't have it, your body will have it.

Far away.

What is the situation now?

After everyone learned of Molly's existence, Aesop decided to find her. Molly was the only one to return from the depths of the snowfield, and the first to be tainted and cursed again. Aesop believed she had likely found something in the depths of the snowfield, leading to her current state.

The things they found and discovered were likely related to the mythical creature in the snowfield. Therefore, the group thought it would be best to first contact Molly to understand the situation before finding the mythical creature. According to Horn, contaminated individuals do not completely lose their sanity; they will maintain a certain level of lucidity for a very limited period of time.

So everyone wanted to see if they could seize this moment of clarity to get Molly to tell them what happened in the snowy mountains.

But this was not a simple matter. When the people in the tavern heard that Aesop and his group of outsiders were going to look for Molly, they all showed expressions of horror.

As for acting as a guide, that was even more impossible. In the end, only Horn stood up and said with gritted teeth that he could take them to a location about 300 meters away from Molly's house (now that was 250 meters). To go further, they would have to get closer by themselves.

Seeing this, they had no choice but to agree. After all, it was better to have someone lead the way than to wander around like a headless fly in this dangerous place.

"Listen, up ahead is where those guys live!" Horn stopped in front of a street and explained the situation to everyone in a serious tone. "It's very dangerous in there. You must listen carefully to what I say next and remember it! Of course, if you think you can handle being raped a thousand times by those guys, then you really don't need to listen."

Bruce, Stank, and Klim exchanged glances. Although they felt Horn's description was strange, they decided to listen carefully.

"First of all, point number one." Horn raised a finger. "Once you enter, all your movements must be quiet. Absolutely no noise! Their hearing is very sharp. Once they hear a man's voice outside on the street, they will immediately rush out of their territory!"

God damn, once I hear a man's voice outside on the street...

A few people wanted to complain, but they held back.

"Then comes the second point," Horn said. "You must maintain a strong will. Don't be seduced by lust! Don't let their hearts or legs entangle you. If you stop and they rush over you, it will be impossible to escape! And once they surround you, they will find a way to turn you into pigs, just like them, driven by lust!"

…What kind of horror story is this?

"Then there's the third point." Horn raised his third finger. "Don't hurt them."

Stank couldn't help but interrupt. "Why is that? Speaking of which, I've always been curious. You guys were trapped in that little tavern, but when you attacked, you were just a bunch of men and women driven by desire. If you had attacked earlier, would it have come to this?"

Horn was silent for a moment, then said, "There are two reasons for this. First, after being struck by the demonic wind, their bodies also become the source of the curse. Once contaminated by their bodily fluids, such as saliva, blood, and... body fluids, one will quickly be affected by the curse, and this process is irreversible."

There is actually such a thing.

No wonder Horn emphasized that they should wear thicker clothes before they set off, and also asked them to wear hoods so that they would look like thieves in a sneaky manner. This was the reason.

"Another reason," Horn sighed and said, "is that the snowfield is so small... oh no, it's huge, but we're the only ones who know each other and can survive in such an extreme environment. We have such a deep bond. How could we bear to kill each other? Especially since they haven't completely lost their minds and can still communicate with me."

Kelimu asked curiously, "For example, your friend named Ji Ze asked if you wanted to see his?"