An invincible journey starting from a different race

Molly still remembers that look in her heart to this day and can't forget it.

The parents of other little nightmares, after learning about Molly's situation, would also pull their children away and tell them not to play with Molly, otherwise they would also be infected with frigidity.

So, when other nightmares of the same age were studying hard, hoping to one day enter the nightmare tower and become the top student, Molly could only sit alone on the swing at the school gate, looking lonely as she watched other nightmares enjoying the pleasure of the flesh. She could only study alone with her magic book in her arms.

Unfortunately, although the incubus possessed a certain talent for magic, it was primarily specialized in the subtle magic of altering the body and enhancing the ability to seduce. As for proper magic, no matter how hard she tried, she could not even begin to grasp it.

That was the first time she felt that the world was unfair.

Later, she grew up, and because the Dream Demon Clan had guaranteed jobs, she could directly enter the Dream Demon Tower. Even if her academic performance was poor, it didn't matter. After all, except for her, the other Dream Demons had similar individual talents.

In order to survive, Molly had to try hard to imitate the actions of normal nightmares, imitate their behavior, and imitate their every frown and smile.

Unfortunately, she was unable to empathize with others due to her lack of pleasure, and she had no way of accurately placing the cheat sheets she had prepared in advance under each question.

When she worked at the Dream Demon Tower, she received a complaint almost every few days, while for other dream demons, complaints were basically non-existent.

More than once, she'd been harshly poked on the head by the older nightmare demon, who'd said to her in a tone of disapproval, "Idiot! When a customer says they can't make it, you should encourage them! Not yell, 'That's it!' That's what you'd use when dealing with a customer with masochistic tendencies! You say that to a customer who already has low self-esteem, hoping he'll just wilt, you bastard!"

Or, "Laugh! Do you know how to laugh?! Do you understand the meaning of laughter? You can't use that kind of smirk with your hands covering your mouth to laugh at a race like a halfling. Didn't anyone teach you that in school?! Also, when someone asks if they hurt you, you should frown slightly and pretend to be in pain, but say you can bear it. How can you ask them in a questioning tone whether they have started yet?!"

"You are the worst nightmare I have ever seen!"

The repeated accusations and insults have made Molly numb.

She really couldn't understand how other nightmares could go to work with such a happy mood, because every time she went to work, it was like visiting a grave, visiting the graves of men of all races.

She really couldn't understand what kind of mood people were in when they said things like "Wow, XXX is small and cute" and "It's worthy of being XXX, it's really majestic."

Finally one day, she was kicked out.

He became the first nightmare to be kicked out of the nightmare tower.

"What's the point of a nightmare that even men can't conquer?" These words were like a brand that hit her, making her eager to escape from here, the farther the better, to a place where no one knew her.

So she came to the snowfield.

God knows what she went through along the way, how many times she narrowly escaped death, how many times she was on the verge of death, before finally arriving at this place.

This is a brand new beginning, because the people here have never seen a pure-blooded Incubus, and they don’t know to what extent the Incubus in the outside world is involved.

So here, she could cover up her flaws very well. Even if she used contempt to mock those little rabbits with weak fighting ability, they would find her very attractive and would not think of complaining about her. Even if she wore a smile that looked completely unfitting to the outside world all day long, those big stupid bears were still fascinated by her.

Molly felt that this was her paradise. No one would look down on her here, and no one would let her sit alone on the swing.

But as time went by, she felt that this was not enough.

She always felt like something was missing, some emotion suppressed deep in her heart. She didn't dare to look it up, but she really wanted to know what it was.

She finally understood this emotion when she followed the exploration team to the deepest part of the snowfield and saw the legendary existence.

She not only wants to enjoy the present, she also wants to... avenge the past.

Revenge on those who had wronged her in the past, revenge on those who had complained that her smile was not friendly enough, revenge on those who said that she was like a dead fish when she stepped on it, revenge on those who insisted that it hurt them even though it was clearly a needle.

"Do you know what I've been through all these years?!" Molly's face no longer had the enchanting sweetness of a nightmare. Now it was only twisted. She rushed towards Aesop and the others, and the power of curses continuously burst out of her body, as if to turn everything around into a hot weapon. "All of you who look down on me, who think I'm not good enough, all of you, all of you, all of you... all of you, kneel down and lick my heart! Let's see if you enjoy it or not!"

"I want to return all the pain I've suffered over the years to you!"

"I'll turn all of you into boars and sows that only know how to trample on others!"

Although everyone felt that Molly's logic was problematic and they had no idea what kind of psychological preparation and imagination she had gone through before, they no longer had the time to think about it. The power of the curse on Molly was almost making them breathless. With every breath, they felt that Niu Niu was a little fuller, and after just a few breaths, they felt that Niu Niu was about to explode.

Endless desire surged in their hearts, and now they all looked handsome to each other.

"Aesop!" When Klim noticed that Bruce and Stank were looking at him with bitter eyes, he trembled with fear. "Think of a solution quickly!"

Aesop placed his hand on the magic conch. Now he had no way to resist the power of Molly's curse, so he could only try to release the Phoenix's curse to see if he could offset it.

But this would also bring harm to Bruce, Stank and others, so for a moment Aesop was not sure whether he should do this.

Just as Aesop was hesitating, Molly had already rushed to Bruce and stretched out her hand to him.

But, with a "puff" sound.

The hand was pressed against the other's chest.

"I...seem to understand."

A dull male voice sounded slowly, and the person who blocked the attack for Bruce was actually the White Wolf who had fallen into a coma before!

Molly looked at Bailang in shock. "How is that possible? Weren't you hit by my special skill? How are you still standing?"

White Wolf grabbed Molly's hand and chuckled, "Because, you and I are the same person."

"Nonsense!" Molly cried heartbreakingly, "How can you be the same as me? Do you know how much pain I'm in?"

"Of course... I know." White Wolf stared at Molly and said, "When I was little, my friends would point at my lower body and say, 'Look, there are earthworms.' I didn't care at the time, but when I was fifteen, they still said the same thing to me, and when I was twenty, they still said the same thing to me."

"I'm a physically disabled person. My so-called impotence is ultimately just a way of comforting others... oh no, it's just a way of comforting myself. Growing up, no one wanted to play with me, because when we all stood together to see who could pee the farthest, my score was always negative. As an adult, when my sweetheart was abused by other bad boys, I wanted to anally smother them with my sword. But no, I don't have a sword, only earthworms. All I can do is use my fingers to help them clear their intestines."

"So, I can completely understand your pain, even..."

"My pain is greater than yours!"

Molly looked up at the White Wolf, the ordinary forty-year-old impotent man whom she had defeated before, but now his figure was as tall as a mountain.

"Actually, I should take revenge on you. After all, you broke my virginity that had lasted for forty years, making it difficult for me to use my Kato Wolf Hand again. The nickname 'Yellow Flash in the Nightmare' will soon disappear from the world," White Wolf said softly. "But, you broke my virginity, and it made me feel... happy. A kind of happiness I've never felt before. In these forty years, I have never felt this kind of vitality, this sense of energy that makes all things flourish. From this point of view, I should be grateful to you..."

"If you want to thank me, then let go! You impotent man!" Molly shouted loudly, "If you want to thank me, then kneel down and become my dog! I will make you continue to be happy! Kneel down now!"

"Kneel? That won't do." White Wolf smiled. "I, White Wolf, am not one to be ungrateful. You've given me a pleasure I haven't experienced in forty years. So, I will give you the same... even if it means exhausting all my remaining strength."

Molly's eyes widened little by little. She rarely felt fear: "You, what do you want to do?"

"Witness my last dance," White Wolf said, emphasizing each word. "Soul-stirring, one hundred and twenty-eight digits."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white wolf let go of Molly's hand.

But he was not going to let Molly go, but to start the final beating.

He took his stance.

The field expands!

Molly tried to escape, but it was too late.

White Wolf's fingers shot out like bullets.

Point to the mountain!

Two Finger Plain!

Three Finger Valley!

This is all the insights I have gained from traveling for twenty years!

Take it, Molly!

"Ecstasy! One hundred and twenty-eight consecutive fingers!"

Puff puff puff puff puff puff!

A set of combos is completed.

Molly's body fell to the ground in the snow, twitching slightly.

She stared at the sky blankly, as if she discovered for the first time that the sky was so blue.

It's like, stepping on it brings such joy.

"Good, feels good." She whispered these words, and then slowly closed her eyes.

243 The day the broken sword is reforged, when the stream returns

“On this day, the secondary curse that had tormented Shenggu Street for a full six months was finally lifted through the reconciliation between the two people.

For those outside of Shenggu Street, the significance of this reconciliation might be unclear. A minor incident? A global crisis? It could all be possible. After all, those outside the snowfields have yet to witness the sheer frigidity of the millennia-old iceberg.

But the danger was finally averted.

Because the sword that should have been useless has regained its sharpness, and the canyon that should have dried up has streams flowing again.

When the broken sword was stuck upside down in the curling stream, it meant that spring had come. It descended on the snowy field that had never been rewarded before, and the warm wind melted the snow.

It’s really beautiful.”

Aesop used his magic pen to record this event on parchment as a new volume of Aesop's Fables.

He reviewed his writing back and forth, changed a few points that he was not very satisfied with, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Then Stank and Bruce were stunned.

"Fuck, you..." Stank rubbed his eyes, opened them again, and couldn't help but curse, "You're too thin and weird!"

Aesop asked, "What's so strange about that?"

"Is this what we experienced yesterday?" Stank asked, "Why do I feel like you're making it up?"

"How could I have made it up?" Aesop said somewhat unhappily, "Please don't talk nonsense. I'm a nonfiction writer."

"What the hell are you remembering?"

"Then tell me." Aesop spread the parchment in front of the two of them and said, "Is there something wrong with what I wrote?"

Is there something wrong with what is written?

Stank and Bruce stared at the words on the parchment for a long time, but they couldn't seem to see anything wrong. Their memories told them that they hadn't experienced such a wonderful thing yesterday, but their minds seemed to be saying...this wasn't a problem.

Anyway, they really couldn't point out any problems.

"That's weird," Bruce said, scratching his head. "Why do I only remember shit, piss, and fart?"

"You're just too vulgar," Aesop said. "This is a fable, written for children. How can I write about shit, piss, and fart?"

Stank was stunned. "You old, fucking wilderness escort, do you really think you're a fable writer?"

Aesop replied: "My teacher once said that a hero's origin is not important."

"...Although there is indeed such a saying, I always feel that it should not be used here."

Stank wanted to argue with Aesop again, but looking back, he realized that his arguments with Aesop, no matter what form they took, had never ended well. So after struggling for a long time, he gave up.

Forget it, forget it. If he takes a step back, the world will be broader. He doesn't want to debut in women's clothing again.

Yesterday evening, after White Wolf untied Molly's knot (physically), the curse disappeared and everyone returned to normal.

This also shows that the second curse was indeed brought by Molly alone.

Although they wanted to ask Molly what lay deep within the snowfield and what had happened to the exploration team after she recovered, her condition was too poor. Furthermore, once the others recovered, things would be chaotic again. So they gave up and decided to let this street, which had suffered for six months, rest in peace.

And now it was the second day, and sure enough, not long after Aesop wrote a new piece of "Aesop's Fables", Molly came over accompanied by White Wolf and Horn.

Compared to last night, Molly's mental state is obviously better now. Before, everyone always thought that her face was too pale and didn't look like a normal nightmare. But now she looks like a normal nightmare, with a red face and full of temptation.

Several people exchanged glances and thought in their hearts: As expected, only those who can feel can be considered normal nightmares.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone earlier." Molly apologized immediately upon seeing them. She smiled wryly and said, "It can't even be called a trouble. It should be called a disaster."

"It's okay, you're a victim too." Seeing this, Kelim hurried over to comfort her. "Your intentions were good, too. You followed the exploration team to solve the source of the disaster. No one wants something like this to happen."

"That's true," Molly sighed, "but it did bring disaster after all... Fortunately, no one blames me. Of course, I'm not happy about it. I'll spend the rest of my life here atoning for my sins."

After hearing what Molly said, the others had nothing to say, so they looked at White Wolf. Bruce asked, "How are you, Senior?"

"It's no longer a big deal." White Wolf sighed heavily, "But my impotence is still broken. My shooting speed will become slower and slower. Sooner or later, the Hand of Kato Wolf will become a legend."

Although he was sighing, Bai Lang did not look regretful. Instead, his eyebrows unconsciously rose when he spoke.

It's pretty much the same situation as Molly.

The people present were not fools. When they saw this situation, they roughly understood what was going on, and then a very strange feeling arose in their hearts.

These escorts who roamed the world, passing through a sea of flowers without getting a single leaf on them, originally did not believe in love or the idea of being destined to be together.

But, what can I say?

Damn, you two are so suitable for each other, right?

What about a forty-year-old middle-aged impotent man who encounters the nightmare of frigidity?