An invincible journey starting from a different race

Only some old nightmares would gradually frown and mutter, "No way..."

"I think I've seen this scene before."

"Yes, could it be that that guy... is back again?"

The old nightmares talked with worried faces, and the new nightmares with puzzled faces could only ask again and again what was going on and who was the "guy" they were talking about.

So the new succubus turned their eyes to the oldest succubus among the succubus, the fifty-year-old human succubus - Guanghui.

Facing the eyes of the new nightmares that wanted to know the truth, Guanghui nodded slightly, and then slowly spoke.

"He is a legend in Dream Town."

"He's not the starting point of a bodyguard, but he's likely to be the end point."

"It's a person who, when you see him in your store, you don't know whether to be happy or sad."

"Because, it's very possible that he will bring you supreme glory and... customer traffic. But it's also possible that he will cause you to close down the next day."

After listening to Guanghui's description, all the new succubus present became nervous and didn't even dare to breathe.

"Please remember his name." Guanghui said softly, "His name is..."

Guanghui was about to say the name when a loud shout suddenly came from the end of the street.

"Breaking news! Aesop, the Dream Demon's Disaster, will challenge the Dream Demon Tower tonight! Aesop, the Dream Demon's Disaster, will challenge the Dream Demon Tower tonight!"

“This time, he’s going to beat a hundred of them!”

As the shouting dwarves carried the news from one street to the other in Nightmare Town, everyone became uneasy.

Those men who didn't understand what was happening and were preparing to have a happy time with their beloved nightmares because there were no other competitors tonight, stopped what they were doing after hearing the news.

The flirting is out of tune.

There is no need to bargain anymore.

Even those who were unbuckling their belts quickly tied them back on, muttered "sorry" and hurried away.

At that moment, all the men, whether they were doing serious work, not doing serious work, or wanting to do something but not having time to do it, put down their work and nightmares and hurriedly ran towards the Dream Demon Tower.

There seemed to be flames burning in everyone's eyes, and these flames burned even hotter than when they saw their beloved nightmares.

At this moment, there were not many customers on the street to begin with, and 90% of them cleared out in an instant, leaving only some new customers who had no idea what was going on. They looked at each other in bewilderment with the new nightmares who also had no idea what was going on.

This sudden change left everyone dumbfounded.

"This day..." Guanghui slowly raised her head, gazing at the towering Dream Demon Tower in the distance, and said in a tone devoid of emotion, "Is it really about to begin?"

……

Compared to the desolate Dream Demon Town, the Dream Demon Tower, which represents the starting point and pinnacle of the Dream Demon, is extremely bustling at this moment.

In front of the Dream Tower, rows and rows of people were crowded together.

It feels like dark clouds are looming over the city, ready to destroy it.

The same is true on the Dream Demon Tower side.

Lystia brought a hundred glamorous nightmares and waited in front of the nightmare tower, waiting for that person to come.

At this moment, the faces of these most outstanding nightmares on the continent did not show any coquettish or seductive emotions, but were extremely serious, like warriors about to step onto the battlefield to fight.

She didn't know how long she waited, but when the dark crowd began to make a commotion, Lysitia raised her eyebrows. She knew that the man had arrived.

As expected, after a commotion, the dark crowd automatically separated to both sides with an axis as the center.

Then, the figure that everyone had been waiting for for a long time appeared in Lysitia's sight.

Lystia looked at the other person.

To be honest, apart from those extremely deep eyes and relatively outstanding appearance, the other party gave Lysitia the impression of being ordinary.

At least he doesn't look like the type who looks like he can fight.

But perhaps this is what a strong person is. Just like the sea, everyone knows what kind of turbulent waves are surging beneath the calm surface of the sea.

The man stood in front of Lystia. Lystia looked at him and said slowly: "You are here."

"I'm coming." Aesop replied.

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

Lystia observed Aesop carefully, as if she wanted to see if there was any difference between Aesop and the last time they met.

"I don't understand," Lystia said. "Last time, I invited you, but you refused. But this time, you took the initiative to challenge me, even... wanting to fight a hundred of our compatriots at the same time."

Lystia slightly turned her body to let Aesop look at the one hundred purebred nightmares standing behind her.

"You know what? Even if you were the most skilled male incubus, you couldn't possibly take on a hundred female incubus at once," Lystia said. "Not to mention, you're only human. Honestly, if you hadn't helped the bear cub behind you and managed to defeat sixteen of our lower-level tribesmen one on one, I wouldn't even believe you had the ability to defeat us in a one-on-one fight."

Bruce, who was called a baby bear by Listia, did not dare to show any anger. In front of a purebred nightmare like Listia, Bruce really did not even have the heart to fight back, so he simply pretended to be an ostrich.

"So, you also want to use that connection magic to connect everything behind you like last time, and then challenge us again?" Lystia asked Aesop.

Aesop shook his head and said, "No, this time, it's just me."

"Really? Then I must tell you, you're courting death." Lystia said calmly, "And if it's just words, I won't let you directly challenge a hundred of my people. You need to show some strength. Otherwise, no matter where some random person shows up, they can cause such a big scene for us..."

Before Lystia could finish her words, Aesop moved.

Almost no one saw his movements clearly, as Lystia's body froze in place.

She slowly turned around and looked at Aesop who had come behind him, and then her gaze slowly moved down to his fingers that were as sharp as a sword.

"I'm not just any cat or dog." Aesop slowly raised his finger. "I came here for this finger. This finger has been the product of forty years of hard work. Can you... catch it?"

Lysitia opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but saw Aesop shaking his head.

"No, you can't catch it." Aesop said seriously, "Because you... are already healed."

Lysitia blinked, and then followed the sound of rushing water.

She just fell down like that.

271 Look at my beast!

When people saw that Aesop killed Listia, one of the leaders of the Dream Tower, in just a few seconds, there was an uproar at the scene.

You have to remember, that was Lystia! Her strength, as the leader of the Dream Tower, needed no further explanation. Many present had fought her before, and no matter how bold her opening words were, after a few encounters, they were left sprawled on the bed, crying, "Mom, no!"

But such a being was killed instantly by Aesop with just two fingers?!

What kind of power is this?!

I haven't seen Aesop for several months. Has he evolved to such a terrifying level?

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

At this time, Listia, who had fallen down not long ago, slowly stood up again. After all, she was a purebred nightmare, and one of the best in physique. She would not fall down like this and not be able to stand up. As a purebred nightmare, if she did not have a physique that could adjust her condition in a few breaths, how could she dare to call herself a purebred nightmare.

After standing up, Lystia looked at Aesop with eyes no longer full of doubt, but surprise instead.

"Although I was a little careless just now, your strength really impressed me." Lystia looked at Aesop's fingers and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Also, this fingering technique feels familiar to me. This touch, this strength, this speed, if I'm not mistaken... this is the hand of Kato Wolf, right?"

Aesop turned to look at Lysitia and asked, "You actually know this?"

"Of course." Lystia nodded slightly. "Over a decade ago, I was there when that man called White Wolf first demonstrated the Kato Wolf Hand. Back then, I was still a rookie, but I was deeply shocked by this fingering technique. You know, countless races, countless men with more powerful guns and cannons couldn't stand up to us, but that man, with just a pair of fingers, was able to defeat us..."

The conversation between Aesop and Lysithea was heard by the onlookers, which naturally triggered a heated discussion.

"It's actually the hand of Kato Wolf! No wonder it's so powerful!"

"Yeah, it's very strong, too strong... But what is Kato Wolf's Hand?"

"Don't you know what the hell you're still agreeing with?!"

The discussion among the onlookers grew increasingly heated. Some veteran escorts were undoubtedly familiar with Kato Wolf's Hand, while some newer escorts were unaware. Those who knew would naturally offer explanations to those who didn't, but this didn't matter to Aesop and Lystia, who were at the center of the battlefield.

"Did White Wolf actually teach you this unique skill?" Lystia asked. "No wonder you have the courage to challenge the Dream Demon Tower... White Wolf has done something similar before. He dispatched thirty people in an instant, and that wasn't even at full strength... However, even if he did use his full strength, there's no way he could challenge a hundred. No creature in this world can take on a hundred purebred Dream Demons simultaneously, not even you who have mastered the Hand of Kato Wolf."

Aesop was not afraid of Lystia's warning, but said, "If I don't even dare to try, how can I inherit his legacy?"

Hearing Aesop say this, Lystia was slightly stunned: "White Wolf... is dead?"

"Oh, not yet." Aesop said, "I just said it casually, it makes more sense this way."

Lystia: “…”

The tense and serious atmosphere suddenly collapsed.

"So, White Wolf has retired from the world?" asked Lystia.

Aesop nodded, and then said, "He is with a nightmare named Molly."

"Molly?" Lystia frowned slightly. She felt that the name sounded familiar, as if it was someone she knew.

But there are so many purebred nightmares in this world, and there are only dozens, if not hundreds, of those named Molly, so Lystia didn't care.

"I recognize your strength, although I think you are still challenging something completely impossible." Lystia said to Aesop, "But I am willing to give you and White Wolf a chance."

As she spoke, Lystia raised her hand and pointed towards the huge Dream Demon Tower, which symbolized the pinnacle and end point of the Dream Demon world. There stood a huge Dream Demon statue, which was said to be the first Dream Demon to evolve the Dream Demon from a race into a profession.

"If you truly have the confidence and strength, then show it to me," Lystia said. "For thousands of years, no one has conquered this Dream Demon Tower. If you can defeat the ninety-nine pure-blooded Dream Demons that stand before you, we will carve your statue at the very top, alongside our legendary Dream Demons. What do you think?"

Aesop didn't answer Lystia. Instead, he turned to look at the pure-blooded nightmares behind him, rubbing their hands in anticipation, as if they were about to charge at him at any second, and asked, "Why are there only ninety-nine?"

Lystia smiled slightly: "Because I am the hundredth one."

"But haven't you already lost?"

"No." Lystia reached out her hand to the button in the center of the plump human heart. "You don't think I gave it my all just now, do you?"

With a click, Lystia unbuttoned her clothes.

The huge human heart trembled slightly, as if some wild beast was about to be released.

"I'm sorry. I had no intention of fighting myself, but your technique just now really ignited my fighting spirit," Lystia said. "I was defeated by Kato Wolf. It has always been my regret that I couldn't win back. Fortunately, you have given me the opportunity to make up for it."

After hearing what Lystia said, Aesop shook his head and said, "No, there is no way you can make up for it. Tonight, you can only continue to regret it, and you will regret it forever."

"Oh, don't brag." Lystia unbuttoned her shirt and reached deeper into it. "I haven't been serious for a long time. I've even been restricting and suppressing myself all these years, just to be able to completely explode when I need to."

Limit yourself and suppress yourself?

What does it mean?

Before the onlookers who heard this could figure out what it meant, they saw Lysitia pull out a white cloth from her clothes.

At first they were a little skeptical. It was just cloth used to restrain weapons, and they had seen it before.

But as the white cloth grew longer and longer, everyone realized that something was wrong.

Wait?! How many of them did you wrap around?!

When Lysithea threw aside the several-meter-long white cloth, everyone realized what kind of horrible monster she had hidden!

Just by looking at it from a distance, everyone felt a huge shock to their body and mind, and their legs were trembling.

"Don't blink." Lystia bent down slightly, assuming a fighting stance, and the beast on her chest did the same. "I've already anticipated your next words."

Lystia said softly.

"That means... I'm fine."

Then he suddenly stepped forward!

272 meat bomb impact!

Lystia still remembers that night.

That night when the man named White Wolf challenged a group of nightmares alone.

Back then, she was still young, innocent, and naive. She hadn't yet fully developed and trained her body. In front of the experienced nightmares, she was just a rookie, or rather, a minion. At least when she was instantly killed by the man called White Wolf, her miserable appearance was no different from that of a minion.

Although everyone was defeated in that battle, and those experienced nightmares were unable to withstand the White Wolf's offensive, they at least held out for a few rounds under the White Wolf's tide-like offensive, and were even able to withstand a few moves and launch a counterattack.

Only Lysithea herself fell down without even stopping to fight, and never got up again. She could only watch her compatriots being slaughtered by the white wolves.

At that moment, deep humiliation surged into Lystia's heart.