An invincible journey starting from a different race

"Wait, it's not right to use it on a nightmare! And of course it's even more wrong to use it on my father!"

Aesop, Jer and Ganqiu desperately hugged Stank, who had drawn his sword and shouted, "Let me go and let me fight that old bastard to the death."

"Well, young master, you don't have to get too excited. The master is probably just joking. You are his son and you know him best." Roman also hurriedly advised.

"Yeah, I know him too well!" Stank said through gritted teeth, "In all these years, he has never joked with me! Not even a single joke!"

Although he was still very angry, his actions had softened. He put down his sword and sighed heavily.

"Damn it! Why is my dad such a jerk?" Stank put away his sword, his brows full of fatigue. He said to Aesop and the others with a wry smile, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. I thought my dad would have changed after not seeing him for so many years, but he hasn't changed at all... Well, I guess he has changed, but he's become even worse. I really don't want to see him anymore. Or maybe we should find another place to hide."

Jer patted Stank's shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't worry about it. Your dad is better than mine, no matter what. At least he still cares about you. He's just a little bit talkative, but deep down he definitely wants you to stay."

"Yes, Stank." Ganqiu patted Stank's thigh and comforted him, "All dads are the same. They chatter endlessly, but they are still very soft in their hearts, right, Aesop."

Aesop shook his head and said, "I don't know. I don't have a father."

Everyone: "..."

A single sentence killed the topic, and Stank couldn't continue to be pretentious. He originally thought that he would pour out his grievances and tell them about his miserable childhood. But now, Aesop ended the topic directly, so there was no point in talking.

Perhaps sensing the deadlock, Aesop spoke again: "But I have a teacher. Can a teacher be considered a father?"

"Of course it counts, after all, he raised you," Jer said. "Sometimes, the role of a father doesn't have to be limited to blood relations. Anyone who has raised you and educated you can be considered a father."

"Is that so?" Aesop thought for a moment, then answered seriously, "Then I have quite a lot of fathers, more than ten."

Everyone: "..."

Damn it, it’s better not to discuss this topic with Aesop. This guy is a complete atmosphere terminator.

"Master, have you calmed down?" Roman said cautiously, noticing that Stank seemed less angry. "Actually, it's good that you've returned now... No, it's timely. The master is facing a major problem right now, and he's unsure how to resolve it."

"Trouble? What kind of trouble could there be?" Stank said unhappily. "He's already asexual, so what kind of trouble could there be? Won't it be more convenient for Happy from now on? He can continue his shameless life with his harem of more than ten concubines. What kind of trouble could there be? Can he still not get an erection after asexuality?"

"Well, that's not the reason," Roman said. "In fact, the master's ability is still there. The gun still fires, but he can't fire real bullets."

"Damn it, you don't have to explain this to me so clearly!" Stank felt that he was truly humiliated today, even more embarrassed than when he was forced to work in a sex change shop to debut as a woman. "Just tell me directly what his problem is, no need to say too much nonsense."

"Okay, okay." Roman nodded repeatedly, then said, "You should know that the master only has you as his son, and since you're gone, the master must face the issue of an heir. After all, with such a large territory, it's impossible not to have an heir. So, the master has been working very hard recently, but found out... ahem, with age, he has contracted this terminal illness."

"So?" Stank asked as if he had guessed something, "Does the old man want me to bring him a son back so that he can directly pass on his position to his grandson?"

"Oh, not really," Roman said. "The master said you were born with a rebellious streak, and your son must be born with a rebellious streak too, so he didn't want to pass the throne to you."

"damn it……"

"Stink, don't get excited! Don't get excited!"

"Put down the sword, put down the sword!"

There was another commotion before Stank managed to calm down and continue listening to Roman's explanation.

"Anyway, the master still wanted a son of his own," Roman coughed twice, then continued, "So, the master sought out doctors, magicians, and even shamans, hoping to see if anyone could cure his terminal illness."

"and then?"

"Hard work pays off, and I finally found it," Roman said. "A witch cast a spell on me and solved my problem."

Stank's brow furrowed slightly. "So, his azoospermia has been cured?"

"It's healed, but not completely," Roman said. "The aging of the master's body is irreversible, and there's no way to restore youth. So the witch simply gathered all the gunpowder in the master's body and condensed it into a final bullet! It's called the 'Absolute One', meaning this bullet is the final essence, guaranteed to hit the target, and even guaranteed to be our son... But it's also the last chance, and after that, there will be no more."

...It's definitely a fucking hit.

The expressions of several people became interesting.

Stank's father is really too good at playing.

Stank's face was also a little embarrassed. "Then it's solved, right? Even though the method is a bit strange, it's still solved, right? Then why do you say he's still troubled?"

"Ahem, there's definitely one shot, but who should I call? That's the master's dilemma," Roman said. "After all, the lady passed away a long time ago, and the master was so loyal to her that he never remarried."

The corner of Stank's mouth twitched slightly. After thinking for a while, he still didn't say the words "Damn, having more than ten concubines means you don't have a second wife".

But everyone also understood what Roman meant, which was that Stank's father had a lot of concubines, but the most formal status had not been given out yet.

"That means he has no wife," said Jer.

"That's right." Roman nodded.

"Ah, this is such a hassle." Gan Qiu couldn't help but complain, "Wouldn't it be better to just find someone you like?"

Before Roman could say anything, Jer explained, "Humans are like that. Being happy together outside of the house is fine, but when it comes to marriage, there are many things to consider. Besides, Stank's father is a local lord. His son will be the heir to the territory, and his son's mother will be the true mistress of the territory."

"That's right. This elf boy really understands us humans." Roman couldn't help but admire.

"It's just so-so, I've just seen it a lot." Jer shrugged and said, "After all, I've lived for over two hundred years, and Stank isn't the only human partner, so I do have some understanding of this aspect. I used to have a partner, a prince of a country, and he was the king's only son. He sneaked out and adventured with me for two years, but was captured by his father. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, that period was quite interesting, dodging pursuers all the time..."

As he spoke, Jer couldn't help but look at Aesop and Stank, and then thought for a moment.

"Now that I think about it, this kind of thing does happen to me quite often, and it's all human beings, tsk tsk tsk."

Stank wasn't in the mood to reminisce with Jer right now, so he interrupted Jer and Roman and asked Roman, "So what's bothering him now is who to choose as his first wife from all the concubines? You're asking me for such a stupid thing? You want me to choose for him?"

"That's not the case." Roman shook his head and said, "The situation is quite complicated right now."

"I don't understand how complicated this can be."

"Listen to me, young master. This is what's going on. The master hasn't chosen who will take the ultimate shot yet, and he wants to wait and see," Roman said. "After all, a hostess should be more cautious. But at a dinner party one day, the master got drunk, and when he woke up, he found that the ultimate shot was gone. Did it have been used up?"

Stank frowned slightly. "He drank it and used it? And then who the hell did he give it to?"

Roman nodded, "Yes."

"Then why don't we just see who's pregnant?" Stank said unhappily. "Why would we bother with something like that?"

“That’s the problem,” Roman replied. “Everyone’s pregnant.”

Stank: “……?”

290 People of the same path are brothers

Stank originally thought that most people and things in this world were normal and understandable.

Apart from Aesop, and the people and things related to Aesop, I occasionally... oh no, I often can't understand it, but that's only Aesop.

But now, his father's experience actually made Aesop look surprised, with an expression of "Can it be like this?", for a moment Stank didn't know whether to feel the joy of "Haha, I finally surprised this guy" or the sadness of "My father is even more unpredictable than Aesop".

No matter what, Stank regrets it now, very much.

He regretted how desperate he was to think of bringing these guys back to his hometown, embarrassing his father and exposing his family's shame to this extent.

Ah, can this world be a little more normal? I really want to die. I hope it will be destroyed quickly.

Stank showed a look of despair.

"Master, Master?" Seeing that Stank hadn't spoken for a long time, Roman subconsciously pushed him and asked, "Why are you silent? Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I! Heard! It!!" Stank said through gritted teeth, "But what the hell do you want me to say? I've never experienced anything like this before!"

"Ahem, not only have you never experienced this, but neither have I," Roman said after coughing twice. "That's why I'm having such a hard time now. Fortunately, you're back."

"What can I do now that I'm back?" Stank said. "Tell me, what can I do now that I'm back? Can I even get to know my half-brother in this belly? He's not even formed yet!"

"Well, that's true, but you've been traveling for so many years, young master, you must have gained a lot of experience." Roman scratched his head and said, "So, maybe you have an idea?"

"The knowledge I gained outside of school isn't as much as what my dad gave me!" Stank gritted his teeth until they felt like they were aching. "How am I supposed to know what to do? Besides, shouldn't babies know about this kind of thing after they're born? There are plenty of ways to recognize it after they're born!"

"That's true, but the problem is, if these people are born, then this matter will be impossible to conceal," Roman said. "The master's reputation will be damaged."

"What reputation does this old bastard have left?"

"...Anyway, that's what the master said. The news has been blocked now. No one outside knows, and the master won't let me tell anyone else." Roman said, "I will only tell you after you return, young master. For the sake of the master's reputation, please don't tell anyone else."

Stank was about to speak, but then he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Aesop, Jer and Ganqiu behind him.

"What about them?" Stank pointed at the three people and said expressionlessly, "Who are they?"

Roman immediately gave a look of "Oh no!", having obviously forgotten about this.

"It's okay, Stank." Gan Qiu patted Stank's butt and said, "We are also family, and half-brothers!"

"Why are we brothers?"

"Look." Gan Qiu counted on his fingers and explained seriously, "Brothers are people of the same path. Then we are also people of the same path, so we are brothers..."

"Get the hell out of here!"

Stank was obviously in no mood to chat with Ganqiu at this time.

Roman was a little confused. As he was old, he obviously didn't quite understand what it meant to be a fellow traveler.

Only Jer and Aesop were still paying attention to the main point. Jer asked, "What's going on? Can you tell us?"

"Well, well... you all already know it anyway." Seeing that the secret was exposed, Roman sighed and explained simply, "It's just like I said earlier. The master was drunk that night and couldn't remember anything. When he woke up in the morning, five of his 'wives' said that he had stayed with them the previous night. Afterwards, all five of them became pregnant. They all claimed that it was the master's child."

Several people looked at each other.

There are actually five people.

What is this, a five-part boss lady?

"Interesting, very interesting." Jer stroked his chin and said excitedly, "I smell a conspiracy here. I've lived for so many years and have never seen anything this rare. Stank, it's a good thing you brought us here. This is really an eye-opener."

The corners of Stank's mouth twitched slightly, and he wanted to curse, but he didn't say it out loud.

After all, it's already like this, what else can I say?

Damn it, why hasn’t the world been destroyed yet? Let it be destroyed quickly. I really don’t want to live anymore.

Aesop asked Jer, "Do you have any ideas?"

Jer snorted twice, then raised a finger: "Anyway, we just need to have faith in one thing."

"what?"

Jier exclaimed in shock: "There is only one real child!"

Aesop and Ganqiu immediately showed expressions of "Ah! You are so right" and "Isn't this the truth?"

The scene was simply on fire.

"Why are you so agreeable?" Stank said, "Does this kind of thing excite you?"

"Of course, Stark." Jer walked over to Stark, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Think about it, we are also helping you find your real brother. You don't want to call someone who has no blood relationship with you your brother in the future, do you?"

"...I really don't care much about this kind of thing. After all, you bastards call me brothers every day." Stank sighed, "But there's nothing I can do. Since we're here, I might as well find you something to do. Roman, take us back to the manor and tell Dad to let us help... This is bullshit."

"Okay, okay."

Roman had initially had some concerns. He really wanted Stank involved, and wasn't keen on outsiders like Jer and Aesop getting involved. Regardless of how much they kept talking about fellow mages, they must have been close brothers. And as the saying goes, outside mages always have a way. Maybe these guys could actually find the true "Madam" among the five ladies.

But just as Roman was about to leave, Jer called out to him, "Wait."

Roman turned around and looked at Jer with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Remember to keep it a secret. I mean, don't let the people in the manor know what we are going to do." Jer said, "Don't let them get suspicious. This will make our investigation easier. Just tell your master, Stank's father, and that's it."

Ah, it’s really professional.

Roman nodded heavily, then let them rest for a while and left first.

After Roman left, Stank turned to look at Jer and said, "I say, what exactly do you want to do? Don't be so reckless."

"Don't worry, I know my limits and won't do anything rash." Jer crossed his arms, looking very confident. "Besides, no matter how reckless he is, he won't be as reckless as your dad. Your dad is really good at playing, much more so than you."

"How is that possible?" Stank was displeased when he heard this. He snorted coldly, "My father has been complacent for so many years. How can he have as much experience and knowledge as me? He can only play with ordinary human women. How superficial is that? He is nothing like me. Have you seen the Phoenix underground?"

Jer kindly reminded: "You haven't seen it either."

Stank was silent for a moment, then said, "Have you ever seen my father and Forest Grandmother go through it?"

"Then you only form the waist."

Stank fell silent again, then spoke again after a long pause: "He's never been to the Snowfields, nor has he met the Lord of the Snowfields. I've met him! And I've also met the Forest Grandmother, after all! My father can't even flatter me in this regard."

"That's true." Jer nodded, and then found that Aesop was thinking about something, so he asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "I'm wondering, what would happen if that so-called absolute shot was divided into five parts and placed into the bodies of five different women?"

Little Aesop killed the angel?!