An invincible journey starting from a different race

"That's it..."

Everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Bruce, who immediately became angry: "Do you think I'm mentally retarded?!"

"No, no, dog-beastmen have always been relatively intelligent." Jer coughed twice and successfully changed the subject. "Next, we need to choose someone with a good physique. After all, this is an experiment. If someone's health is already poor and they are hit by your magic, it's not impossible that they will be killed directly. So before we confirm your physical condition, it's best not to touch races like goblins, halflings, and slimes."

Aesop looked at Nana thoughtfully, and then asked, "Is it possible that you are not a fairy?"

Nana was almost frightened and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, I am a fairy, an absolute fairy!"

Aesop felt a little regretful.

Stank summed it up again: "So, you need good health and a high IQ? What else is there?"

"Nothing much, mainly I need to improve my physical condition." Jer continued writing on the paper. "Physique is indeed necessary, but more important is resistance, resistance to magic. Although I don't know what attribute of magic Aesop's star magic should be classified as, but maxing out resistance should not be a problem at all."

"You're right." Stank nodded and made a final conclusion. "In other words, you need to have high IQ, good physical condition, and extremely high magic resistance to serve as Aesop's experimental subjects? Does such a race really exist?"

Everyone thought about it for a moment, and finally turned their attention to Kelim.

Kelimu panicked and subconsciously covered his chest and crotch, stammering, "What do you want to do?"

"Yes." Aesop nodded, and then said softly, "But Lim..."

"Ok?"

"Come to my room tonight."

"No! I'm a man, a man!"

……

After some communication, no one was willing to cooperate with Aesop's experiment.

This made Aesop feel helpless. He thought that these people really had no spirit of dedication. This was for star magic and for the mysterious universe. Why couldn't they sacrifice themselves?

With no other choice, Aesop retreated to his room for the time being. The others left, claiming to help Aesop find suitable experimental materials, promising to return and inform Aesop when they found them. But somehow, Aesop had a feeling he wouldn't see them before tomorrow morning.

There is no other way, just take a rest first.

Aesop looked at the space in the room that originally belonged to the puppet but was now empty, and felt a little empty in his heart.

After all, I haven't stepped out of the house for several days.

Why do I feel like I'm about to explode?

Just as Aesop sat down on the bed, his body suddenly stiffened and he could not move.

Then a burst of azure light came from outside the balcony, accompanied by an extremely pleasant female voice.

"Finally found you, my little junior brother~"

Aesop raised his head and saw a woman with an extremely explosive figure standing in front of him, wearing a sexy wizard robe.

"Do you know who I am?" The woman leaned forward slightly, tapped Aesop's nose with her staff, and said with a smile, "Do you know who I am?"

Aesop nodded: "Demia."

"As expected, I knew you wouldn't be unaware of me, your senior sister." Demia blinked. "I've been looking for you for a long, long time."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Star magic," Demia licked her lips. "As the person most suited to star magic throughout the centuries, I, Senior Sister, am very interested in you. I was originally trying to enter the Star Tower to find you, but was kicked out by Teacher Abel."

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course~" Demia's staff gradually moved down along the tip of Aesop's nose, moving to his lower abdomen, "Gathering some of the essence of star magic~ Isn't this my research?"

As he spoke, Demia was suddenly a little surprised.

"Why don't you react at all when you see me?" Demia tilted his head. "Am I not good-looking?"

Aesop shook his head.

"Is it because my figure is not good enough?" Demia was a little confused.

Aesop shook his head again.

"That doesn't make sense. This is the first time I've seen someone not react when seeing me," Demia said. "It seems that Teacher Abel has trained you well. Even facing me, you can maintain such composure. You truly deserve to be the arcanist who will be named after a star."

Aesop didn't say anything, but just looked at Demia quietly. His eyes, which were as bright as the vast sea of stars, did not show any emotion at this moment. He was like a legendary sage, so calm and wise that even Demia felt a little scared.

Yes, there is no one in this world that Demia is afraid of, but after meeting Aesop, Demia was really surprised to find that her body and appearance had no effect on him.

Had he, like Abel, abandoned worldly thoughts?

Demia couldn't help but ask this question: "Have you become... ruthless?"

Aesop shook his head again: "Not yet."

"Then why did you..."

"Because the first time I saw you," Aesop said seriously, "I felt better."

Demia: “…”

Sixty-eight rebelled?!

"Demija, what's wrong with you?"

Inside the massive Demon King's castle, the oversized Demon King, Death Abyss, was sprawled on the floor, reading a comic... er, rather, a report submitted by a subordinate on the Demon Clan's future development plans. She was engrossed in her reading when she heard a thud behind her. Turning around, she saw her friend Demia sitting on the floor—if memory serves, she should have been sitting in a chair, hence Death Abyss's inquiry.

"Nothing, I'm just... a little surprised." Demia waved his hand and said, "My little junior brother is really a little beyond my expectations."

Death Abyss immediately became interested, threw the comic aside, and leaned over: "Your legendary junior brother? Has your clone found him?"

"Yes." Demia raised an eyebrow. "Where do you think he is?"

"I guess where he is?" Death Abyss put his finger to his lips and thought, "In the palace of the nobles?"

"No."

"In the cave of the Swamp Demon King?"

"Not at all."

"That's in the dragon's lair."

"Very close." Demia snapped his fingers. "He's in Nightmare Town."

Death Abyss looked blank. "How is that even close? Also, why would he go to Dream Town? Didn't you say he could one day become the best in the world?"

"The word 'hole' is close," Demia said with a smile. "But is there any conflict between being number one in the world and going to Nightmare Town? My little junior brother has such a simple hobby. How adorable."

"That's true." Death Abyss said unhappily, "So simple that I never thought someone like him would stay in a place like Dream Demon Town."

"Hehe, being unpredictable is also one of the signs of strength."

"Tsk, did you subdue him?"

"Yeah, thanks to your magical power, you've managed to control him," Demia said. "I've felt it, and I think you can control him for at least five minutes."

"Five minutes is enough, right?" Death Abyss said, "If you want to obtain his body fluids, five minutes is enough for you, right?"

"Well, to ensure I can finish it within five minutes, I even used a specially blended perfume." Demia sighed, "There's just one problem."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Death Abyss asked, "Isn't the effect that good? Well, after all, he is Abel's disciple, a super genius who is only one step away from becoming an arcane master. Even you are unlikely to..."

"No, it's not that it has no effect." Demia glanced at her, "It's that the effect is too good."

"……what?"

"It was incredibly effective. The first one was over in a flash." Demia held his forehead, speaking with a hint of helplessness. "So I have to wait for him to regroup within five minutes before launching a second disarming attack... The difficulty has inexplicably increased."

Death Abyss didn't know how to respond for a moment, and after a long while he finally managed to utter a word.

"Maybe this is what a strong person is." Death Abyss said, "Is it possible? I just said it's possible."

"He...predicted your prediction?"

……

"So... you predicted my prediction?" On this side, the clone Demia asked Aesop, who was in the sage state, the same question that Death Abyss had just asked, "Did you do it on purpose, or was it an accident?"

Aesop was silent for a moment, then said, "I did it on purpose."

Actually it was accidental.

How should I put it? Although they hadn't practiced for long, Aesop had always prided himself on being far superior to Ganqiu. Ganqiu, at least, followed the "one, two, three, I'm ready" routine, while Aesop, before the other player even started counting, raised his hand and said, "Wait, I'm ready, please start again."

But there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, Demia was the most powerful enemy he had ever seen.

It was far from being comparable to the puppet he had made. Through Demia, Aesop truly and truly felt the meaning of the word "woman" for the first time.

"Ah, two minutes have already passed." Demia held his forehead helplessly and said, "I have to hurry. With your strength, you can tear me into pieces in an instant after breaking free. After all, this is just a clone of mine."

"I won't tear you to pieces."

"I know, I know. How could you possibly attack your beloved senior sister? But you will definitely stop me and transmit the relevant data of your body fluids back to your main body, right?" Demia blinked at Aesop. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have destroyed the body fluids the moment you said 'OK'. It seems that Teacher Abel has told you a lot about me."

Aesop was silent.

He actually didn't know what kind of research Demia was doing, he just simply felt that getting his pants wet was a bit embarrassing.

"So, there's only one way to collect your bodily fluid data," Demia said. "Use my body for safekeeping."

Aesop looked up at Demia and saw that Demia had placed his hands on the buttons on his chest.

"There's no time to wait for you to recover your full strength, my little brother~" Demia licked his lips and said, "From now on, I will attack you with all my strength."

Then she unbuttoned her clothes.

At that moment, Aesop felt that he had looked directly into people's hearts.

Evil human heart!

Under the call of this sinful human heart, the exhausted warrior's soul gradually ignited again!

……

"Done~" Feeling that the clone had once again dealt with Aesop, Demia snapped his fingers and said happily, "Hehehehe~ Push the line, the final kill~"

Death Abyss also came over: "Did you get it?"

"Yes." Demia raised her hand, and a test tube appeared out of thin air in her palm. "Watch! Soon, star magic will be in my hands."

Death Abyss was also very happy: "That's great, I'm also very interested in star magic, I hope you can research something."

"Of course~" Demia said with a smile, "Just watch carefully."

Then, the two of them looked at the test tube.

Just watch,

looking at,

Looking at...

After watching for a long time, the test tube showed no reaction and not a drop of liquid flowed out.

"What's going on?" asked Death Abyss.

"That's not right. I've already clearly received the report from my clone." Demia tapped his temple with a finger in confusion. "My clone has clearly collected it..."

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Death Abyss asked hurriedly.

"My clone..." Demia murmured, "rebelled?"

The lives of the sixty-nine incarnations are also lives!

Five minutes later, Aesop slowly opened his eyes.

The demonic binding spell could no longer hold him, ripped apart by an invisible force. He slowly stood up, his star-like eyes devoid of any emotion—for he was now in double sage mode, his reason and thinking at peak levels.

Even though he had just accomplished a major event in his life, and even though the senior sister in front of him was still naked, he no longer had any psychological fluctuations.

Well, when the senior sister turned around and faced him, there was still a little psychological fluctuation.

But that's harmless!

Aesop moved his fingers, and the room was instantly sealed off, becoming deep and dark, as if being dragged into a black hole.