An invincible journey starting from a different race

"what is the problem?"

"Where is the entrance?"

This question instantly touched everyone's soul, causing everyone present to start thinking.

Yes, where is the entrance?

"So, whether the upper body is a fish or the lower body is a fish raises this philosophical question," Aesop said seriously. "Is it more important to only be admired from a distance and not touched, or is it more important to only be touched and not admired from a distance?"

Ah, this question is so profound and philosophical.

Everyone looked at Aesop with a hint of admiration.

Aesop is really worthy of being called this. He can always come up with these questions that seem a bit strange at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that... they are still very barren and strange.

"Can you please stop having these weird thoughts?" Gan Qiu cursed. "Now my brain can't stop."

"Why can't you stop?"

"Of course I'm just repeating your question over and over again!" Gan Qiu said, "Now when I close my eyes, all I can think about are your two paintings. It's so weird, so weird."

Jer looked at Aesop and asked, "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Before Aesop could answer, Jer took over the topic again and spoke while thinking.

"This question seems a bit nonsensical at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that this is a game between the big head and the small head!" Jer pushed up his non-existent glasses, like a sophisticated person The scholar is giving an academic report, "If you satisfy the big-headed people from afar, you will have to suffer from the small-headed people. If you take care of the small-headed people, there is no way to satisfy the big-headed people. Interesting, really. It’s interesting, Aesop, I think you could write about this issue in your Aesop’s Fables and let your readers discuss it.”

Aesop nodded and said, "I'll write it down later."

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you guys really having such a serious discussion!" Gan Qiu couldn't help but yell, "Is this issue really worth discussing? Don't you think it's too crude? And how are you going to convince the little heads if you don't satisfy the big heads? How can you command the little heads without the big heads? This is simply a paradox!"

Aesop slowly shook his head and said, "No, there is still a solution."

"What's the solution?" Gan Qiu asked.

Aesop replied, "Close your eyes."

These four words stunned the other three for a full minute.

At first glance, it felt like Aesop had just said some meaningless nonsense, but when I thought about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense...

Oh no, it doesn’t just make some sense, it seems to make a lot of sense!

If I just close my eyes, wouldn't the big head shut down? XP wouldn't be able to affect the small head anymore, and the small head would be able to fend for itself!

In this way, you don’t have to watch from afar, you can just play with it!

This idea is really too genius!

What kind of brain can have such a circuit!

For a moment, Stank, Ganqiu and Jel all applauded Aesop, as if praising him for solving a difficult problem.

The applause was very loud and lasted for a long time. Even after the three of them put their hands down, the applause still did not die down. Instead, it became louder and louder.

"What's going on?" Stank was puzzled. "Who's clapping?"

Everyone looked around, and then Gan Qiu saw something and his eyelids twitched.

"Aesop! Behind you, behind you! Ling's coffin lid can't hold it down anymore!"

It's better to be opened by Tata than to be eaten by Tata

In broad daylight, four men gathered around a coffin that was constantly making noises, staring at it. The scene was really weird.

"What's going on?" Stank asked. "Is the spirit awakening, or is Lysa just bloating?"

"...Can bloating cause such a big reaction?"

"That depends on how big your account is." Stank raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me tell you, I wore a pair of tight pants and held it in for a whole day..."

"That's enough, that's enough, no need to say any more." Seeing that Stank was about to self-destruct, Jer quickly raised his hand to stop him. "We are a pretty dirty bunch, but I hope this isn't the shit-y yellow. That's too strong."

"Hey." Gan Qiu got inspiration from Jier's words, "You put it that way, it's quite interesting. If our yellow has a color, what kind of yellow is it? Slightly yellow, light yellow, dark yellow, or shit yellow..."

Before she could finish her words, the coffin lid was opened with a "bang", accompanied by Lisa's angry roar.

"You bastards! The coffin lid can't even hold it down, and you're still fucking concerned about those weird issues?! I think your brains are the shitty yellow!" Lisa said angrily, "Also, you're the ones suffering from bloating, your whole family is suffering from bloating!"

"If you put it that way..." Stankov scratched his head and said, "Then our whole family has indeed experienced bloating."

Lisa: “…”

"Okay, okay, can you please stop talking about bloating?" Jer sighed, wanting to get the topic back on track, and said, "We thought Ling had woken up."

Lysa hummed, "She's not awake yet, but she's almost there."

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you just take a look for yourself?" Lisa said angrily. "I've already opened the coffin for you, and you don't even have the energy to take a peek inside?"

Since Lisa had said this, everyone really took a look into the coffin. Of course, it was not perfunctory, but only Aesop knew the condition of the spirit.

Aesop observed Ling carefully. She was still asleep and hadn't woken up yet. But her condition was different from her previous hibernation state. She could clearly feel her body temperature rising a lot, her limbs were not as stiff, and her cheeks were starting to flush.

Indeed, as Lisa said, this is a sign that the spirit is about to awaken.

As mentioned before, ordinary animals need to hibernate, but spirits are considered summer-fatigued. Because they are completely unadapted to the climate outside the snowfield, they need to sleep for a long time to allow their bodies to slowly adapt. And now, it seems that spirits are almost fully adapted.

But it didn't make sense. The last time they opened the museum for an inspection was half a day ago, and Ling was as frozen as an ice cube at that time. How come Ling's condition had improved so much in less than a day?

Aesop looked at Lisa and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Hmph, you're smart enough to realize this isn't normal," Lisa said. "It's worth my while to come all the way here to remind you."

Stank's brow furrowed slightly. "Are you saying that you were the one who caused all that noise just now? Why couldn't you just open the coffin lid? Why are you making it look like you're faking death?"

"Just to scare you bastards," Lisa said angrily. "I heard it all from my coffin. You were discussing Atlantis, right? You guys don't understand, yet you refuse to ask me. You totally disrespect me. I'm going to give you a hard time."

Everyone: "..."

Aesop didn't care and asked directly: "Do you know much about Atlantis?"

"Of course," Lisa said with a hint of pride. "It's more than just an understanding."

"why?"

"Hey, didn't I tell you? To survive, you have to know a little about everything." Lisa shook her lower body again. It was obvious that after so much time, she had become more and more proficient in controlling it, and her various movements were vivid and lifelike. "I used to think about focusing on this aspect of research. Because not many people study Atlantis. As you said, even the library of Deya Academy doesn't have much records about it. But after studying for a while, I found that there was a reason for the lack of research. People on land don't care about that lost ocean city at all. Besides, most of the documents I read were unofficial history, and it would take too much time to verify their authenticity, so I gave up and turned to the more promising research of inbreeding among different species."

...Not to mention anything else, the style of painting is so different. It's completely like a scholar has transformed into a pervert.

Everyone complained in their hearts but didn't say it out loud.

"Okay, let's start by explaining why spirits react." Lisa wiggled her toes, as if raising a finger. "Because the spirit senses the presence of its kind, the body naturally reacts."

"The same kind?" Aesop was a little surprised. "What is the same kind of spirit?"

"Well... it may not be appropriate to say they are the same kind. To be precise, they are existences of the same level." Lysa said, "As you mentioned before, arcanists can sense each other, so There are similar reactions between mythical creatures. So you understand what I mean, spirits also feel the presence of mythical creatures."

Everyone was a little surprised by Lisa's words. They turned their heads, looked out at the blue sky in the distance, and asked, "Are there mythical creatures in the ocean?"

"How surprising! It would be strange if there weren't any in the ocean," Lisa said with a curled lip. "After all, the ocean is the origin of all things, so it's natural for mythical creatures to exist there. And according to records, that mythical creature in the ocean possesses powers far beyond those of living creatures. It's quite possible it's the most powerful mythical creature in the world, stronger than Ling and your other old lover... assuming, of course, that it's still alive."

"Huh? Is the one in the ocean dead?"

"Yes, and he's been dead for many, many years," Lysa said. "So there are very few records of him."

Lisa's words made everyone present, except Aesop, breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it’s gone.

Ever since the Ling, Stank and the others had no desire to interact with mythical creatures again. Even if beings of this level harbored no ill intentions, their unconscious actions were beyond the ability of mortals like them to endure. If it weren't for Aesop, they would have been lost in the snowy plains forever.

He would not even have to go to the snowfield. He would have died in the deepest part of the volcanic hot springs long before, leaving no body behind, and would have become a reckless person in the eyes of future generations.

Therefore, everyone was able to tolerate the good things that Aesop did from time to time. After all, if it weren't for Aesop, there were many things they wouldn't even have the chance to experience.

But of course, it is better to have as few fatal experiences as possible, especially when Lysa said that there was another most powerful mythical creature in the ocean, everyone was already planning to turn around and leave.

Fortunately, He is already dead.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they also felt a little regretful. If they could catch a glimpse of the appearance of this most powerful mythical creature, it would be enough to brag about.

"But you just said that the body will show signs of recovery only when the spirit senses its presence." Aesop turned his head to look at the spirit in the coffin and asked, "Then why do you say that the mythical creature is dead? Is it a fake death?"

"Of course he couldn't have faked his death. If he were still alive, do you think the Church wouldn't know? Such a powerful mythical creature, if he were alive, the Church would definitely be monitoring him." Lisa rolled her eyes...buttocks, then said, "As for why his power hasn't disappeared, that's simple. Didn't you already experience the Forest Grandmother? When the Forest Grandmother died, did her power disappear? No, she left her power to the descendants of the forest."

Aesop understood. "So this mythical creature of the ocean has also passed on its power to its descendants?"

"Yes, but not entirely," Lisa said. "His power was indeed inherited by the descendants of the ocean, but whether it was given voluntarily like the Forest Grandmother is hard to say."

"What do you mean?" Stank frowned slightly. "You might as well explain it more clearly."

"The ocean is different from the forest. This is a much crueler world," Ryza said. "They gain power more directly... by eating each other."

Lisa's words immediately made everyone think of that bowl of hodgepodge, and their faces suddenly turned ugly.

"Judging from your expressions, you should have guessed it," Lisa said. "Yes, there are unofficial records that after the death of that mythical sea creature, its body was devoured by countless descendants of the sea. These descendants also successfully obtained its power. It's just a matter of more or less. Those who eat more naturally get more, and those who eat less get less. But those who eat less can gain its power by consuming other descendants who possess power."

Lisa's description immediately made everyone shudder: "You mean..."

"Yes, it's just as you think," Lisa said. "For so many years, the ocean has never established any connection with the land. This is because the vast majority of their intelligent descendants are fighting for the legacy of that mythical creature, that is, its power. And the constant cycle of eating and being eaten is a form of internal friction, so how could they have the energy to contact the creatures on land?"

Aesop thought for a moment, "So our commission this time..."

"Well, it's very likely that some weak creatures, about to be eaten, are asking for help from the mainland for the first time." Lisa said with a smile, "For them, being attacked by the Tatars is better than being eaten."

Three, four, four can go for it!

"Now, we have indeed reached a moment of life and death!"

The mermaid named Siren put her hand under her nose, looked at her two sisters in front of her with a little seriousness, and then said with a little seriousness and sadness.

"We've been running for so long, but we've reached our limit. I can already smell the stench of those guys. They've already chased us to the coast not far from us... I think we can't escape this winter anymore."

Hearing the Siren mermaid say this, the youngest sister, the Merlot mermaid, couldn't help crying: "Wow, wow, wow, I don't want to die, I don't want to be eaten..."

Compared to the seemingly weak third sister, the second oldest sister, the Havard mermaid, was clearly much stronger. She glanced at the Mello mermaid and said, "Don't cry, we haven't been eaten yet. Don't forget what our mother taught us: never give up until the very last moment! At worst, we can just fight them!"

As the Havard mermaid spoke, she leaned back slightly, allowing the Siren and Mello mermaid to see the slightly complicated spell on her lower abdomen.

"Who hasn't inherited the power of the Ocean God?" said the Havard mermaid. "We are also descendants of the ocean! We also have the power of the Ocean God!"

In the ocean, anyone who inherits the power of that adult will have such a mark on their lower abdomen.

Generally speaking, the larger such a symbol is, the more power it represents inheritance.

but……

"That guy has spells written all over his body." Although the Siren Mermaid admired her younger sister, the Haval Mermaid's courage, she had to face reality and sighed, "The spells written by the three of us combined aren't even one-tenth as strong as that guy's. We can't possibly be his match."

Although the Haval Mermaid was very unconvinced, she knew that her sister was right.

That guy... ate too many of their kind, so he gained such powerful strength.

Ever since the fall of the ocean's mythical ruler, the sea has been in turmoil for nearly a thousand years, trapped in a cycle of large fish devouring small fish, small fish devouring shrimp, and then shrimp nibbling on the carcasses of large fish. No new king has emerged. While this may seem chaotic, the ocean's underlying logic is that large fish devouring small fish, so it hasn't caused any significant disturbances. While some have sought to reclaim the Ocean God's full power, they've never been able to do so.

It was not until recent decades that such a person finally appeared.

He determined to become the new Ocean God, the new Him. Therefore, he accelerated his pace of searching and devouring. In just a few decades, he had become an unrivaled presence in the ocean. Although the gap between him and the true Ocean God was still vast, no creature in the ocean could stand up to him.

Siren, Haval and Melo are also on his hunting list.

Although they had escaped long enough, even across an ocean, and wanted to live their lives in anonymity, there was no way.

The Siren mermaid, who had the most sensitive senses, could already smell the unique smell of blood on that guy.

He finally caught up here.

"If that time really comes, let's merge!" The Haval Merman still refused to give up and said, "What if it succeeds? If we merge the three of us, what if we can finally defeat him?"

"...Let's not talk about whether we can fight him after fusion. If fusion is really possible, we wouldn't have come here." The Siren mermaid sighed again and said, "We are just fusing materials, we don't know how to fuse magic. Only mother can use it, but before mother taught us magic, she had already..."

Before the Siren mermaid could finish her words, the Merlo mermaid beside her couldn't help sobbing after hearing the word "mother".

"Besides, even with all of us mermaids working together as materials, we couldn't defeat that less powerful creature back then." The Siren mermaid didn't comfort the Mello mermaid, but instead said to the Havard mermaid, "Now there are only three of us left in the vast mermaid clan. Even if we fuse together, we can't create anything that can rival that creature, who has become even more powerful than before."

As she spoke, the Siren Mermaid sighed again.

The continuous sighing directly annoyed the Haval Mermaid. She slammed the table and stood up, saying, "This won't work, and that won't work! Big sister, what else can you do besides sighing? If it really doesn't work out, you can be the second sister, and I'll be the eldest sister! At least it won't be so cowardly!"