An invincible journey starting from a different race

"Is there any other way, Aesop?" Jer was almost withering away. "We really are at our wit's end."

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "We need more people."

"How could there be more people?" Jer said with a wry smile. "For something like this, getting twenty people is already pretty good."

"Hmm... I think I have an idea. I can try it."

idea? what idea?

Jer raised his head and watched Aesop walk to the magic crystal, and then carry the magic crystal to the outside of the food and wine pavilion.

Amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, Aesop used magic to amplify his voice and shouted loudly to the male passers-by on the street.

"Look here, look here! Big challenge! Big challenge!"

"If you're a man, hold on for ten minutes!"

"If you can just lie on the magic crystal for twenty minutes, you'll be crowned the only true man in Dream Town! You can also drink emerald juice and become a true man forever!"

"What are you waiting for? Come and try it!"

The passersby looked at each other in confusion after being shouted at, and for a moment they didn't understand what was going on.

Aesop continued, "We will write down the person who persists the longest in the evaluation guide and spread it across the entire continent!"

"Let this world!"

“Everyone knows your name!”

……

It's really over.

After Bruce managed to kill ten people, he had exhausted all his strength and fell down. He was pinned down by the remaining six low-level nightmares. He did not move for a long time, as if he was dead.

The proprietress shook her head helplessly.

"I told you it was impossible a long time ago, why did you hold on until now? It's so embarrassing."

With that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, there was a "bang"!

The proprietress was stunned. She turned around subconsciously and found that Bruce had stood up again with strength surging back into his body.

"How, how is this possible?!" The proprietress stepped back repeatedly, her face full of surprise, "You clearly have already, clearly already..."

"Oh, you can't get up anymore, right?" Bruce once again suppressed the two exhausted low-level nightmares and said softly, "Yes, at this moment, everyone would think I should collapse, but it's a pity that you, with your mind full of desire, will not understand me."

"Wha, what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand this, bitch?" Bruce pointed at the boss lady's nose and said coldly, "I told you, I will never fall down here!"

"Because behind me are the lights of thousands of homes."

The proprietress was completely stunned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Bruce went berserk again!

"My fucking bear's power!" Kill thirteen people!

"My fucking elf's power!" Fourteen people killed!

"My fucking dwarf's power!" Fifteen people killed!

"I'm Ganqiu... Oh, this won't work, I have the power of a human being!" Sixteen people were killed!

Instantly killed four nightmares.

All the nightmares fell down, only Bruce stood still in the room.

The proprietress had retreated to a corner. Looking at the tall and majestic figure, her previous condescending contempt had completely disappeared. What remained was only the fear of this powerful force.

Finally, Bruce turned his gaze to her and walked towards her step by step.

"You, you, what do you want to do?!"

Bruce looked down at the proprietress and said, "You are the last one."

Ten minutes later, the proprietress also collapsed.

Bruce stood in front of the window, gazing at the lights of thousands of homes in Dream Town, like a warrior who had fought with all his might and was covered in scars!

He subconsciously picked up the cigarette, trying to relieve his inner fatigue, and then spoke softly.

"Relax, everyone."

"The enemy general... has been defeated by me."

Fifty huge jets call for miracles

Aesop sat down by the window.

It was a rare fine day, the sun shining brightly, birds chirping, and the flowers blooming. A long-lost tranquility had descended upon this not-so-small town... Oh, it didn't seem like it had been long, for Dream Town was indeed quite peaceful every morning. Aside from the occasional sight of one or two men, looking as if they were half-dead, emerging from their rooms, staggering, and occasionally falling into the stinking ditches by the roadside, there was little else unusual.

It was on such a day that Aesop decided to write a letter to his mentor Abel.

It had been a while since he left, but Aesop still hadn't contacted the academy. He had heard that to graduate from the Deya School of Magic, students had to independently research a topic, whether it was potions, spells, or magical theory. They had to regularly report their research progress and results to their instructors until their instructors deemed them qualified and eligible for graduation.

Although Aesop didn't need to follow this step at all, since he had already left the academy, he still wanted to abide by it. He had indeed gained a lot during his time outside, and he should report to Dean Abel.

But the question is, how to write a research report?

Aesop had never written anything before. After all, he had basically studied his research topics thoroughly before submitting a report, and then he would just orally narrate them to his supervisor.

If I were to write it in the format of an oral report, wouldn't it be a bit too cold? After all, Dean Abel was both a teacher and a father figure to Aesop. After not seeing each other for so long, Aesop felt that he should be more warm and emotional.

So let’s write a letter.

But how do you write a letter that is warmer and more emotional?

Aesop didn't quite understand it either, after all, no one had ever taught him this before.

He pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers.

If you don't know, why not just ask someone else? I'm not alone now.

Thinking of this, Aesop left the room and found Stank downstairs.

Why was Stank still at the food and wine pavilion at this hour? It was because he'd consumed a bit too much energy last night, leaving Stank without the energy to even leave. He spent the entire night slumped over the table.

In addition, there are Ganqiu, Jier and a group of fun people.

Logically, Bruce should have been there too, but the smell on him was so unbearable that he was eventually driven out by Zita.

Without saying much, Aesop woke up Stank and asked, "Stank, do you know how to write an emotional and warm letter to someone very important and close to you?"

Stank was still a little dazed, his mind not quite clear. He could only extract key words from Aesop's words: "Important, intimate, emotional, warm... letter?"

Aesop nodded.

"Isn't that easy?" Stank chuckled. "You've come to the right person. I was broke and wanted to get something for free... ahem. Just follow my format and I guarantee you'll succeed."

Then, Stank whispered a few words in Aesop's ear.

"Remember?"

"remember."

"Okay, go ahead." Stank patted Aesop's shoulder, his eyes full of the expectation of a senior looking at a junior. "I'm very optimistic about you."

Aesop ignored Stank and quickly returned to his room. He sat on the windowsill, picked up his pen, and began to write according to the format Stank gave him.

"Dear Dean Abel."

"I am your sweetheart."

"I haven't seen you for nearly thirty days and nights. Every time I think of your face at nightfall, I toss and turn, unable to fall asleep... I believe you miss me the same way."

Having written this, Aesop stopped writing, feeling that something seemed to be wrong.

Hmm... I always felt that Stank seemed unreliable, so Aesop put down his pen and went downstairs again. Stank had fallen asleep again, but it didn't matter, this time he woke up Jer.

"Important, intimate, emotional, warm letters?" Jer was also a little dazed. "Isn't that just a letter to a friend... or a parent?"

"Ah."

"Ah, to be honest, I seldom write letters. After all, I'm an immortal, but it's not that I never write." Jill said to Aesop, "If you don't know how to do it, I can teach you. Generally speaking, this is how I write..."

Jer whispered to Aesop again.

"do you understand?"

Aesop made an "OK" gesture to Jer, and then returned to the room under Jer's gaze, sat down at the table again, and continued writing what he had just written.

"Hey, old ghost, are you still alive? You should still be alive. I don't think you'll die that soon. Although you are indeed very old and your health is not very good, you have to live even if you can only linger on. There is an old saying among humans that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death..."

Having written this, Aesop stopped writing and read the letter carefully.

Why does it feel like... something is wrong?

Aesop thought about it and felt that the thinking of the immortal species was somewhat different from that of the short-lived species, so Jer was not very good either.

Let’s find someone else.

Aesop went downstairs with ease. At this time, Jer had also fallen asleep. He looked around and could only wake up Ganqiu.

"What? An important, intimate, emotional, warm letter?" Gan Qiu wasn't that confused, but his anger was visibly rising. "I see, I see. Aesop, you've also been abandoned by someone important. I get it, I get it all. Come on, let me teach you how to write one. I've written so many letters like this, I'm an expert at it."

Gan Qiu did not give Aesop a chance to explain. He jumped onto the table and whispered frantically to Aesop.

"Do you understand?" Gan Qiu winked at Aesop frantically. "The most important thing is the feeling. You must convey your feelings to him!"

Aesop nodded thoughtfully, then returned to the room more familiarly and picked up the pen again.

"Oh, you can't imagine what I've become now. After leaving you, I suddenly became enlightened. My strength improved by leaps and bounds. One section is stronger than six sections. Everyone who uses it praises it. But you no longer have the chance to get mine..."

"Snapped".

Aesop slammed his pen on the table.

This is obviously still wrong!

Aesop always felt that he had learned a lot after leaving the academy, but why did it seem now that he didn't seem to have learned anything serious?

No, no, no, that's not the case.

What Aesop has learned has not yet been demonstrated.

So I'll just write my own stuff next.

Thinking this way, Aesop continued writing.

"After leaving the academy, I discovered that the world outside is different from what's described in books. It's not as rigid as the text; it's full of vitality, and the way everything thrives is truly captivating. But it's also the same as in the books. You once said that history is nothing more than the same things repeating themselves over and over again. I didn't understand that at the time, but now I deeply understand the meaning of that statement."

"A thousand years ago, humans defeated the powerful dragons for the first time through the 'Concentric Connection'. And last night, I also used the 'Concentric Connection' to accomplish something similar, helping an orc defeat an even more terrifying enemy."

"A thousand years ago, facing an invincible enemy, humanity chose to unite and unite their strength."

"And yesterday, the men of this town united and combined their strength into a club."

"Although we paid a huge sacrifice, we gained so much more. Everyone was very moved, shouting and clamoring that sooner or later they would kill Bruce (crossed out)."

"But no matter what, we won, and I want to share this joy with you."

"A thousand years ago, humanity's first victory over a dragon was described as 'Connecting Hearts to Create History,' which was truly inspiring. However, our battle last night fell a little short, so it can't be called history. But I think calling it a miracle isn't an exaggeration either."

"So, I'd also like to give a title to last night's battle. I hope you like it."

"That is……"

"A huge jet calls for a miracle."

Fifty-one up and down, left and right, left and right, BABA

After writing the letter, Aesop wrapped it up carefully and cast a few spells on it to remove the mark.

This wasn't the end of it. He took the letter out of the room, went downstairs, and even left the town. He walked for about an hour until he reached a wilderness that had no features at all. During this time, he didn't dare use magic to get around, otherwise it would easily leave traces of magic.

After achieving this, Aesop rubbed a cluster of azure flames in the palm of his hand, lit the letter with the flame, and planned to send it to his master.