An invincible journey starting from a different race

The next second, a crackling sound was heard.

The puppet's clothing suddenly began to turn inside out, transforming into silver-white scales. These scales assembled together, instantly forming a tight suit of armor that covered all of the puppet except its hair. Simultaneously, the puppet's right hand transformed into a spear, the tip of which condensed into a vortex of azure magical energy.

Jer was a little stunned: "What is this..."

"boom"!

A huge beam of light shot out from the tip of the gun, blasting the ceiling of the puppet shop, and then shot into the thick night, instantly dyeing the night into day.

At that moment, all the customers and nightmares working in Nightmare Town thought they saw the sun.

Everyone is stupid.

After the blast, the silver-white armor turned back into clothes, and the beautiful face returned to everyone's sight.

Only then did Aesop explain slowly and leisurely.

"I designed her interior based on destructive weapons from the war years."

"I named it the Decisive Battle Weapon—the Armstrong Cyclone Cannon."

Give me one too, thirty-eight

"What on earth are you guys here for?"

The puppet shop clerk rushed in. Perhaps she was affected by the previous explosion, but several of the ropes hanging on her body broke, causing her originally familiar movements to become awkward, and even her voice was choppy, as if a tape was stuck.

"Half of my puppets are destroyed!"

The puppet shop clerk kept gesturing with her hands. If she hadn't been unable to express much emotion, everyone would have thought that these words were shouted in a roaring tone.

"Uh, well, there was a little accident." Stank felt numb. He looked at the half-destroyed ceiling above his head and the stars that stretched as far as the eye could see. He tried to make an excuse, "Actually... I shot too hard, hehehehe."

He himself didn't believe this reason.

The puppet shop clerk was worthy of being the owner of the Dream Shop. She took a few steps back and made a "please" gesture to Stank.

"Right now, right now," the puppet shop clerk said in a rustling voice, "Give me a shot right here, right now. If you can get the same effect as before, I won't let you pay for it."

Stank opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he found that everyone's eyes were on him, as if they were waiting for his performance. Even Aesop looked curious, which finally made him unable to bear it anymore.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Stank yelled at Aesop, "I'm just cleaning your ass!"

Aesop looked down at his pants, then raised his head and said confidently, "I didn't poop."

Oh, Heaven, oh, Earth, can you please send an angel sister to take this lunatic away soon?

That’s right, angel.

Stank turned his head to look at Kolim, but Kolim consciously looked away... Just kidding, he didn't want to be exposed to such bad luck.

There is no other way, this time Jer has to go up.

Normally, Jer didn't want to talk too much with Aesop, fearing he'd offend. As an Immortal, Jer hated to clash with someone like Aesop, but right now, there was really no other way. If Stank didn't say a few words, he'd be ready to perform a public demonstration of his descendants shooting the sun.

And strictly speaking, it was he who asked the puppet to fire the magic bomb, so he could only sigh and walk to Aesop.

"Aesop, you really went too far this time."

"What's the matter?" Aesop was still very humble.

"Why did you make the puppet like that?"

"Any questions?"

"Do you know what the golem is used for?"

"I know. They're used as decisive battle weapons." Aesop nodded and replied, "Three hundred years ago, golems were first deployed on the battlefield between humans and trolls as a supplement to human resources. They were used as tactical weapons. After decades of development, they became increasingly refined and the technology became more mature. Eventually..."

Aesop talked incessantly for several minutes, leaving everyone present stunned.

This seems... to be true.

When puppets were first developed, they were indeed used as magical thermal weapons. However, after the peaceful era, they were gradually transformed into another type of thermal weapon. However, this information was not recorded in writing.

Goodness, why do I suddenly feel that Aesop is the only one who holds the truth.

He was actually making a thermal weapon, not treating it as a thermal weapon.

"Um, Aesop, think about where we are." Jel coughed twice, took out the aquatic crops from before, squeezed them a little, and water immediately spurted out. "It's the Dream Demon Shop, so this is what we are here for, right?"

Aesop looked at the sprinkler in Jer's hand, thought for a moment, and replied, "My decisive weapon, the Armstrong Cyclone Accelerator Armstrong Cannon, can also spray, and it sprays pure star power. I think it's more interesting than just spraying water."

The corner of Jer's mouth twitched slightly. "You misunderstood me. I didn't mean to spray water. Look at this. Don't you understand what we are going to do? We are not here to spray water, we are here to inject something into it."

"Yes, I know." Aesop nodded, "So I injected magic power into it."

Jer almost collapsed, thinking that there was no way out. He didn't know whether this kid was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. If he continued to play riddle with him at this time, he would really not be able to calm down.

So Jer planned to explain the meaning of nightmare to Aesop, but at this time, Stank could no longer hold on.

"No, nothing, is easy to explain." The puppet shop clerk extended his hand to the crowd, "Hurry up and pay the money, otherwise, I will sue you and let other nightmares block you."

To be honest, people at the level of Stank and Jer are not afraid of anyone at all. After all, there is no creature in this world that can threaten them.

There is only one thing to be afraid of.

That means being blacklisted by the Dream Shop.

Once they were blacklisted, they could no longer find nightmares in this town. All nightmares would forbid them from entering. For them, that would be even more painful than killing them.

Once the charge of maliciously destroying the Dream Demon Store is confirmed, the person will definitely be blocked.

There was no way. After hearing this, Stank didn't dare to continue to be stubborn and could only look at Aesop with helpless eyes.

"You should be prepared to pay for it." Stank patted Aesop's shoulder and said, "You seem to have destroyed quite a lot of things. I don't know if you have enough money... But it doesn't matter. If you don't have enough, I can lend you some. After all, I brought you here."

"Me too." Jer sighed, "After all, it was me who pressed it..."

Damn, Jer gets angry when he thinks about this.

Why did I have to touch that red button? It looked so dangerous.

Alas, there is nothing I can do. After living for hundreds of years, I think there is nothing in this world that I have not seen.

But for all Aesop's things, he could only lament, "I have never seen this thing before."

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with making the decisive battle weapon, he had destroyed someone else's house after all, so Aesop admitted it and said, "I'll pay for it myself. How much?"

"Ten thousand gold."

Stank frowned slightly: "Why don't you just rob it? Does your shop cost 10,000 gold?"

"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to him." The puppet shop assistant raised his hand and pointed at Aesop. "I give you two choices. Either pay 10,000 gold now, or..."

She moved her finger and pointed at the puppet on the other side.

"Give me one, too."

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"Give me one, too."

When this sentence was said, if Aesop was not standing there, everyone would suspect that the person opposite was not a puppet shop clerk at all, but Aesop wearing a puppet skin and dressed as a woman.

Otherwise, how could he say something that ordinary people cannot understand?

What do you mean... make one for me too?

Hey man, you want to become like that too?!

why is that? !

Although that does seem... pretty cool.

Seeing that no one responded for a long time, the puppet shop clerk tilted his head and said, "You, don't, want to, do you?"

Before Aesop could answer, Stank couldn't help but interrupt.

"Um, can I ask why?" Stank rubbed his head, looking confused. "Sorry, I'm just too curious."

"No reason," the puppet shop clerk said in a stuttering voice. "Originally, I didn't know why I existed. I just wanted to be a weapon. We were born to be playthings for other races."

As the puppet shop clerk spoke, he looked up at the night sky, the stars reflected in his bright eyes.

"But just now, I understand." The puppet shop clerk said slowly, word by word, "Our birth is meaningful. We shouldn't be born as playthings. We have our own meaning of existence."

The topic suddenly became heavy.

Has the puppet, which has been used as a toy by other races for hundreds of years, suddenly found the meaning of life?

The hearts of everyone present couldn't help but feel heavy. After all, those who appeared here essentially treated the puppets as sex dolls.

But now, they don't want to.

Yes, who is born to be someone else's sex doll?

Damn it, damn it, I just came here to XXX, why do we suddenly have to discuss such a heavy topic about life?

Lim's empathy was very strong. He almost cried when he heard the puppet shopkeeper say this: "So, you are willing to fill your body with weapons and become a decisive weapon in the past, just to accept your current fate?"

The puppet shop clerk slowly lowered his head, and the eyes that had been looking at the stars turned to look at Klim, and those eyes were filled with...

Look at the fool's eyes.

"Of course not." The puppet shop clerk waved his hand. "What? It's old times now. Who still wants to be a weapon?"

"...Ah?"

Everyone felt like something was wrong.

"That was really cool," the puppet shop clerk said. "If I could be transformed into something like that, I wouldn't be just an ordinary toy anymore."

"Yes, high-end toys."

"Sure, I'll go into the Magic City's Museum of Art and become a specimen."

"From now on, I won't need to use my legs to make money anymore."

"As long as you go to the display case, you can have money, endlessly."

When saying these words, the puppet shop clerk spoke much faster, without stuttering as before, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

This expectation had left everyone speechless.

Damn it, you shouldn’t have any illusions or expectations about these races that don’t even have brains.

What carbon-based creature would think of working in a cultural relic museum, where the job is to be a cultural relic.

"This is, gilded." The puppet shop assistant looked at Aesop again, "How about it? Would you like to make one for me?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "That's not impossible. I can perfectly restore you to the original appearance of three hundred years ago."

"But you have to pay more."

The puppet shop clerk hesitated: "But, I don't have any. How much is it?"

"It's okay." Aesop waved his hand and pointed to the decisive weapon beside him - the Armstrong Spin Accelerator Armstrong Cannon. "Just let me take this back."

"No, no, problem." The puppet shop clerk made an OJBK gesture, "But you have to transform me into something even more powerful."

"That's the kind of museum that will willingly pay me."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Aesop said this quite confidently, and then he went into the small dark room with the puppet shop clerk, and then a series of "hmm" and "ah" sounds were heard.

Stank, who was outside the door, saw this scene and couldn't help but take out a cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, took a deep puff, and said quietly.

"Hey, Jer."

"If I remember correctly, we should be here as escorts."

"But why do I feel... so weird?"

Jer was silent for a moment: "That's really evil."

Half an hour later, the two men came out of the small dark room, their expressions were different.

Of course, this mainly refers to the puppet shop clerk, who actually gives people a radiant feeling... Damn it, how can you see radiance from the puppet?

"In that case, we're even."