An invincible journey starting from a different race

Gan Qiu also hugged his body, looking a little terrified: "We seek out nightmares for pleasure, but they seek us... to take our lives."

Even after the three people explained it this way, Aesop still didn't quite understand.

Stank could only sigh and explain more clearly, "In short, you can think of them as the lowest kind of creatures, beings whose minds are preoccupied with such matters. They don't chase money like ordinary incubi; they pursue only the most primal desires. Coupled with the unique nature of incubi's bodies, they don't experience fatigue or loss of energy like we do. So, in a sense, they're like perpetual motion machines, the kind that won't stop until every last drop of blood is squeezed out."

"Besides, the shops opened by these guys are all in relatively bad environments." Jer said, covering his nose. "I think the strange smell you smelled from Bruce before must have come from those guys."

Stank patted Aesop's shoulder and said, "We may not be able to find your favorite nightmare right away, but we are sure that it is definitely the nightmare you hate the most, and you don't want to see them."

"But why did Bruce go there?" Gan Qiu said, "Bruce should know that place is the nightmare shop where people are most likely to get killed."

"Who knows?" Stank sighed. "We can only wait for Bruce to wake up and ask him."

After thinking for a moment, Aesop stepped forward and said, "In that case, why don't we take a look for ourselves?"

"what?"

Aesop walked up to Bruce and put his hand on his head.

"I can try to read his memory," Aesop said, "but I'm not a professional psychology mage, so I can't read all of his memories from the entire night. I can only read his strongest emotions, the ones that left the most profound impression."

No one expected that Aesop had such ability. Before they could say anything, they saw a magic projection appear above Bruce.

The content of the magic projection was very exciting. It showed several pigmen standing on a blue carpet and fighting fiercely with several low-level nightmares.

Although the pictures are exciting, the visual experience is not very good because the protagonists are pigmen and low-level nightmares.

"Sure enough, there are pigmen. Only these guys are worthy of fighting low-level nightmares." Stank said in a low voice, "It's really disgusting."

Jer was a little curious: "Isn't this Bruce's memory? Where is Bruce? I've been watching it for ten minutes."

"Yeah, why isn't it in the picture?"

"Here." Aesop moved the picture downward.

Only then did they find Bruce.

That blue carpet.

Forty-four The door to a new world!

"So what's going on?" Zita said with a headache, "How come one of you has become like this after just one of you came back..."

Zita pointed at the extremely weak Bruce in front of him, whose life or death was unknown, and then turned around and pointed upstairs.

"One of them went into the house and stayed there as soon as he came back. He seemed a little withdrawn. What on earth were you doing?"

Stank wiped his sweat and sighed, "Stop talking about that. Bruce recklessly went looking for those low-level nightmares and nearly lost his life there. As for Aesop..."

He was also a little confused.

"I don't know when things started to feel wrong. I think it was after watching Bruce's memories? He seemed quite dazed back then... Could it be that the images were too uncomfortable?"

Jer also felt a chill run down his spine. "Stop talking. That scene is a little too much for me to accept. Also, Stank, I think you'd better go wash your hands. Or rather, we should all go wash our hands. Don't forget what Bruce was treated like last night."

Stank immediately pulled his hand back, and then called out to Jer, asking him to use magic to disinfect himself, otherwise he would also feel that he was no longer clean.

Zita angrily told these people to leave quickly. How could she continue to do business if Bruce stayed in the food and wine pavilion like this?

At this moment, everyone's attention was diverted and no one cared about what happened to Aesop.

Only Aesop himself knew what he was going through.

After returning to the room, Aesop sat blankly on the chair, staring blankly ahead, but his mind was not as calm as it seemed.

If the brain is compared to a player, Aesop's brain is currently looping Bruce's memories, the scene of the pigman fighting the low-level nightmare.

This was the first time that Aesop had seen such a scene directly... No, let alone seeing it, this was the first time that Aesop knew about such a thing.

Such an intense, tough... and strangely smelling battle.

At this time, Aesop finally understood what they had been talking about: "doing happy things with Miss Succubus". Wasn't it about making decisive weapons in the room?

Although making decisive battle weapons seems to be quite joyful, they seem to be doing something else that is even more joyful.

Wait, is that really happy?

Aesop once again recalled Bruce's memory. Needless to say, the low-level Dream Girl's expression was filled with joy, practically overflowing the screen. However, the Pigmen's expressions weren't so good, as if they were desperately trying to conquer a dungeon. And Bruce... clearly looked like he'd failed at conquering a dungeon, like he was being stepped on and used as a cushion.

So, is this really happy? If so, why do the three people have different expressions?

Aesop didn't know, but he was eager to try it, but he was also a little afraid.

A virgin boy in his twenties with no knowledge of that kind suddenly saw such an exciting scene, involving multiple people, different races, and all kinds of weird plays, which greatly impacted Aesop's worldview.

This feeling was even stronger than the first time Dean Abel displayed the power of arcane in front of him.

So…should he give it a try?

Aesop raised his hand, his eyes full of confusion. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look.

It was a puppet created by Aesop, quietly placed in a corner, maintaining its normal form (not its combat form). Without a life core, it was nothing more than a puppet. Without someone to control it, it could only be used as a clothes hanger or decoration. After all, Aesop had no plans to use it in combat; he simply wanted to keep it as a collection.

But now, Aesop suddenly had something else he wanted to ask her for help.

He opened his hands, and an aquatic crop appeared in his hands.

This is the aquatic golem that I got from the golem shop a few days ago. Stank and Jair said that it was placed inside the golem. However, Aesop didn't know what the use of this thing was at the time. How could such a cheap and inferior creature be worthy of his specially made decisive weapon?

But now, Aesop seemed to suddenly understand where it should be placed and its purpose.

"Pfft pfft."

It was still spraying water, and because it had been left outside for two days, it was a little wilted. But when Aesop injected some life magic into it, it immediately became full of vigor and sprayed water more happily.

So Aesop picked it up and walked towards his puppet.

Then put it where it should be.

Aesop took two steps back. At this moment, he felt that the puppet was finally complete, and it gradually became more alive... and more evil. Just like those low-level dream demon girls in Bruce's memories.

And Aesop's gun was gradually raised.

fighting! fighting! fighting!

It was as if there was a voice roaring and encouraging him in his heart.

It said, it's ready to go.

Aesop held up his gun and headed towards the evil aquatic crops!

Fuck, it’s on fire.

At this moment, Aesop felt like he was the knight on the white horse and the silver spear, attacking the hideous deep-sea crops!

then……

He's fine.

In less than thirty seconds, Aesop went from being so fucking excited to being so fucking excited.

Looking at the evil golem still twisting towards him madly with its fangs and claws bared, Aesop felt a strong sense of frustration. He had never expected that he would be defeated so quickly.

This in the end is why?

Is there something wrong with the way it's opened?

Aesop thought for a while and decided to try again in a different position.

After tossing and turning for a while, Aesop fell on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling unprecedented fatigue both physically and mentally.

What was going on? I had never been this exhausted when practicing arcane magic before.

Aesop felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, but it didn't seem to be fully open. It was as if he had opened the door, and then a divine old man behind it told him not to do it and closed it again. The door opened and closed so quickly that he even doubted whether it was open at all.

But to be honest, it is quite comfortable to open the door.

Why not try it every day from now on? Maybe it’s because I’m not proficient enough yet.

After all, the teacher once told him that as long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

But, I always feel a little ashamed to do this kind of thing.

Fortunately, no one could see it.

Thinking this, Aesop packed his clothes and left the room.

But what he didn't know was that the moment the door of the room closed, the puppet's eyelashes suddenly trembled.

Forty-five By the time we get there, you'll be a carpet.

When Aesop came out of the room, he happened to see Bruce slowly waking up after being in a coma for a whole day.

So everyone immediately gathered around him and began to ask about his condition with concern.

"So you guys saved me? Thank you so much."

"It's okay." Stank said in a deep voice, "We are all brothers."

"Indeed." Jer agreed in a muffled voice, "It's nothing to risk one's life for a brother."

"I was the one who found you first," Gan Qiu interrupted in a muffled voice. "If it weren't for me, you would have stink. Do you know where we found you?"

Bruce sighed and said, "I didn't know it before, but seeing how you are, how could I not know it?"

"We're already brothers, can you be a little more honest when you speak?"

"Can you please take that stuff out of your nose? You make me feel like crap."

Yes, in order to fight against the terrible smell coming from Bruce, several people stuffed their noses with paper balls before they dared to stand next to him.

"We picked you up from the garbage dump." Stank wanted to pat Bruce's shoulder, but after thinking for a long time, he really didn't know where to start, so he slowly retracted his hand. "Do you know how much risk we took to bring you here? I advise you to take a shower quickly, otherwise Zita will definitely kick you out, and take us with you."

Bruce raised his hand in confusion and sniffed his armpit: "Do I really smell that bad? I can't even smell it myself, you guys..."

He just raised his hand, and everyone took a step back at the same time, making Bruce's face look extremely ugly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go take a shower now." Bruce was about to get off the table.

At this time, Aesop stood up and said, "It's okay, I'll help you."

Bruce didn't know Aesop, nor did he know what Aesop wanted to do. He just saw Aesop raise his hand and draw a circle in the air, forming a magical halo. As the halo spread, everyone really couldn't smell the stench. On the contrary, there was a faint fragrance in the air, which came from Bruce.

"Of course, Aesop." Stank was very surprised, "You can actually do this kind of magic."

"It's really amazing." Jer nodded and agreed with Aesop.

Gan Qiu also gave Aesop a thumbs up: "I didn't expect you to be so capable, very good, you will be my friend from now on."

It's no secret that halflings don't like bathing very much.

"How can a mere smell separate us?"

Just like that, several people stood beside Bruce again.

Bruce also sniffed his body carefully and found that he could no longer smell any bad odor. He then extended his hand to Aesop and said, "Thank you, little brother. Although I don't know your name yet, I'm more curious about how you did it."

"Nothing, it's very simple." Aesop said, "I just used magic to change your sense of smell."

"...What?" Stank felt something was wrong. "It changed our sense of smell?"

"Yes, let your brain think that the current smell is fragrant." Aesop tapped his nose with his finger, "This way you won't reject this smell."

"So, the original smell hasn't changed?"

"No."

Everyone silently took a few steps back, glaring at Aesop at the same time: "Can't you just remove the odor from his body?"

"Well..." Aesop shook his head, "I don't know how to do this."

"..."

Everyone didn't know how to complain. It was obvious that magic that could change other people's sensory perception was definitely a very advanced and complex magic. Aesop could do this but not the simpler cleaning magic?

How could this be... Well, for Aesop, everything impossible was possible.

Although the fundamental problem was not solved, it was essentially solved. At least they could temporarily tolerate the smell on Bruce's body and ask Bruce what happened last night.

"Why are you looking for those low-level nightmares?" Gan Qiu said, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"