An invincible journey starting from a different race

Stank stared at Amantha again. Amantha tilted her head and cooperated by unbuttoning her clothes again.

This time, Stank did not bleed from his nose.

"Good, you did a great job." Stank was very happy. "It seems that I am now completely immune to the power of the curse. Am I invincible?"

Amantha tilted her head: "Really?"

As he spoke, he moved his hand to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it down.

"What about this?"

Stank glanced down, and then two streams of blood spurted out of both nostrils with a "puff". He fainted almost in the blink of an eye, forcing Jair to pinch his philtrum and shout at him not to die.

Amantha laughed even harder. She was about to pull her skirt back up when she suddenly noticed someone was staring at her.

She turned around and saw it was Aesop.

Although Aesop was bleeding from his nose, he never took his eyes away. His eyes were very firm, which surprised Amantha.

"You...are really not simple."

Aesop said slowly.

"This level is not enough. If I want to face the legendary curse, I need a stronger power." Aesop looked into Amantha's eyes and said, "Please train me."

"How do you want me to train you?"

"Let's do something more exciting." Aesop said, "I want to overcome my weakness."

Come back soon, Eighty-Nine! The school has given us a wife!

"Hey."

At the Deya Magic Academy, the dean, Abel, looked at the giant hourglass in the Star Tower, which symbolized supreme time. After the last grain of sand fell, the magic number above his head jumped from 99 to 100. Then the hourglass slowly turned over with a roar, and when it began to count again, he sighed heavily.

This means that his most beloved disciple has been away for a full hundred days.

What does one hundred days mean?

Three months, one-third of a year, fourteen weeks. For an old man, it was such a long time...

Well, to an arcanist, who was already close to immortality, a hundred days was but a blink of an eye. But for Abel, these hundred days were truly difficult to endure. Even after blinking frantically, he still didn't see the familiar figure appear before him.

Abel closed his eyes and sighed heavily, but when he opened them again, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

After a moment of daze, he cursed out loud: "Damn Kent, what are you doing all of a sudden running over here and scaring me!"

After being scolded by Abel, Kent Hooch couldn't help scratching his head.

Logically speaking, someone of Abel's caliber wouldn't be easily disfigured. At least since he became an arcanist, Kent had never seen him express anger. After all, anyone or anything that dared to anger him would be physically destroyed in an instant. But now, Abel had lost his previous aloofness. He looked like a grumpy old man, ready to beat up anyone who disobeyed him at any moment.

"Uh, Dean, I'm here to report my work to you." Kent answered honestly.

"Work? Why are you reporting work to me?" Abel, still immersed in the sorrow of the hundredth anniversary of the loss of his beloved disciple, waved his hand impatiently, "Can't you handle it yourselves?"

"But you are the dean..."

"Then you can't seize power?" Abel said, "Rebel, force the emperor to abdicate, do something! If you can't do anything, what else can you do?"

Kent: “…”

After a barrage of scolding, Abel's mood improved slightly, but only slightly. He waved his hand again and said to Kent, "Don't bother me with the affairs of the academy. I've already stopped caring about them. I'm only concerned about my apprentice now. Is my little Aesop being bullied outside? Is he hungry or cold? Has he met any bad women? The more I think about it, the more upset I get. Why are you bothering me with such trivial matters of the academy?"

Kent was speechless, thinking that while Aesop was, in a sense, a rebellious runaway, he was... a would-be arcanist. Damn, how many people in this world could bully him? How many people could leave him starving? And how many bad women... Oh, that was a different story. Bad women were truly more terrifying than the enemy.

Seeing that Abel wanted to leave, Kent immediately chased after him and said cautiously, "But, this is related to Aesop."

Abel, who was about to leave, stopped and turned to look at Kent. The anger in his eyes also dissipated a lot: "What?"

"Have you forgotten? We previously formulated a comprehensive 'Aesop Recovery Plan'!" Kent said, "Now, it's time to show you the results!"

"...Is it your reform plan?" Abel didn't really want to hear it, but now, apart from these things, he couldn't hear anything related to Aesop, so he could only patiently say, "Then tell me."

"First, we've reformed the school uniform." Kent showed Abel the parchment plan. "We've abandoned the traditional wizard robes and made all the girls wear skirts. We've also been shortening the hems of the skirts."

Abel looked at the white thigh on the parchment and nodded slightly: "What else?"

"The beauty pageant has already been successfully held, and the champion, runner-up, and third place have been selected!" Kent turned a page in the plan. "I personally reviewed it, so there's no need to worry about appearance or figure!"

Abel looked at the portrait on the parchment and felt speechless. If Kent hadn't told him in advance that this was a student of Deya Academy, he really wouldn't have recognized him. The style was so different, it was simply not up to standard.

Really, what's so good about this kind of woman? Compared to the stars, she is completely dull.

Abel couldn't help but shook his head: "It's up to you, but will the students cooperate? This kind of thing will really interfere with their studies."

"Well, actually, they're pretty cooperative," Kent said, scratching his head. "A little too cooperative, actually. Everyone seems to really enjoy this activity."

"Is that so..." Abel nodded, "It seems that I really can't understand the thoughts of young people."

"It's mainly because I added credits," Kent said. "First place gets 50 credits!"

"...Asshole!" Abel grabbed Kent by the collar and yelled, "If you keep doing this, is this still a magic academy?! You've disgraced all the previous deans!"

"Ahem... calm down, Dean, calm down!" Kent, whose collar was being grabbed, hurriedly explained, "You can't think like that!"

"Then what should I think?!" Abel's beard stood up in anger. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. If you can't, you will have to wear a miniskirt to class from now on!"

Kent was frightened and immediately said, "Think about it, these girls who are willing to spend time on dressing up don't have the desire to devote themselves to studying magic, so their achievements are inherently limited. So why not make some other contributions? Just think about it, if their efforts can make little Aesop change his mind, and he returns to the academy and becomes an arcanist, then the academy will have two arcanists at the same time. This is an unprecedented achievement in the academy's history! From this point of view, how could the previous deans scold you? You are the greatest dean!"

Abel thought about it and felt that what Kent said made some sense, so he loosened his hand, but still didn't look happy: "How can you guarantee that after doing these, little Aesop will change his mind?"

"Whether you can do it or not, you won't know until you try it!"

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Promote the academy!" Kent said with a flourish. "For the new flyers, use the portraits of these three girls in miniskirts!"

"Asshole, do you want to embarrass us in front of the whole world?!"

"But, but if not, how can we tell little Aesop?"

"What are you going to tell him?"

"Of course..." Kent cleared his throat and said, "Little Aesop, come back soon! The school has given out wives!"

Ninety companions are also handsome

"You asked me to help you challenge your weak spot..." Amantha said, "Even if you asked me like that, I don't know what to do. I've never encountered anything like this before. To be honest, it's really a bit weird."

Stank also recovered from his anemia-induced fainting spell. He sat up straight again and said with a serious face, "I never thought that one day I would encounter troubles that would leave me helpless. Aesop is right. This is his weakness, and it's mine too. Please help me train it."

"Really? But your weaknesses are exposed." Amantha teased.

Stank waved his hand: "It's not important."

"This is quite important," Amantha said. "Don't you know that the curse has a negative effect?"

"What are the negative effects?"

Stank really didn't know this. Not only did he not know, but Jair also showed a puzzled expression.

"The so-called power of the curse affects both the physical and psychological levels," Amantha said, holding up two fingers. "The damage you suffered when you looked directly at my body, like the nosebleed just now, is a physical effect."

"And what about the psychological aspect?" Stank asked.

At this time, Aesop interrupted: "Desire."

Amantha looked at Aesop with surprise again: "Why do you know so much? Even my unfortunate sister doesn't know these things."

Amanda immediately exploded: "I don't know, it's because you never told me anything! Every day you ask me to inherit your crappy store."

"How is it broken?" Amantha was also a little dissatisfied. "The guests who come here can't forget my intestines!"

"I just can't forget your ugly breasts!" Amanda said with disgust. "You think your grilled sausages are delicious? You put too much salt in them, they're so salty!"

Amantha blinked and said, "But I never add salt~"

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I didn't lie to you about this."

After listening to the conversation between the two sisters, Stank and Jer felt that their nose bleeding was a bit unbearable again. They lowered their heads to look at the barbecue in front of them and stuffed it into their mouths without thinking.

Well, it's a bit salty indeed.

But it’s so delicious.

Aesop, who was still very young on the road to Akina Mountain, naturally did not understand this conversation. He was still trying to explain to Stank and Jair what he meant by "desire".

"During the war years, although individual dragons possessed absolute combat power, they were always at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and could even be said to be severely disadvantaged, especially pure-blooded dragons." Aesop explained the history to Stank and Jer. "Logically speaking, if they were at a significant disadvantage in numbers, it would be impossible for them to dominate a world-spanning war. However, due to the power of the curse, dragons were once the race with the greatest hope of victory, as they could rely on the power of the curse to defeat a thousand, or even tens of thousands, of dragons."

Stank and Jer were still busy with the barbecue in front of them and ignored Aesop. However, Klim asked with great interest, "Why is that? What does this have to do with the desire you mentioned?"

Aesop continued, "The power of the curse can amplify the most immediate thoughts in one's mind. For example, when a relatively weak race faces a giant dragon, what is the first thought that arises in their mind?"

"Uh, fear?" Kelim asked uncertainly.

"Yes, it's fear." Aesop nodded and said, "Pure-blooded dragons can amplify the fear of other races by hundreds or thousands of times, so much so that before a battle even begins, they can cause tens of thousands of enemies to retreat with just a single roar. And the more powerful the dragon, the deeper its attainments in curse power. I heard that the legendary Dragon King can terrify seventh-level mages and above with just a glance."

"That sounds amazing," Kolim said in surprise, but also a little confused. "If that's the case, why did the dragons lose the war again?"

"Because other races aren't pushovers either." Amantha ignored Amanda's nagging and spread her hands. "Take humans, for example. They're clearly a short-lived species, yet they've managed to create something monstrous called an arcane magician. Not only are they completely different from traditional magicians, but they also possess no desires. Even the powerful Dragon King can't use desire to attack them, so they're naturally defeated."

There is such a history.

Kolim listened with rapt interest, while Aesop remained silent. After all, no one understood this matter better than he did. To say that an arcanist was free of desires wasn't entirely accurate. After all, his teacher, Abel, was an arcanist himself, and he couldn't be said to be free of desires, either. It was just that his pursuits were different. When his vision was focused on the stars, worldly desires had no power over him, and Abel had always hoped Aesop would become that kind of person.

But after thinking about it, Aesop felt that worldly desires were indeed more interesting.

The stars are certainly beautiful...

But the naizi is also very beautiful.

Why do we have to abandon one thing for another?

In this respect, Aesop felt that he was right.

He is honest and he deserves praise.

At this time, Stank and Jer finally finished the barbecue in front of them and ate it very satisfyingly. Then they turned their attention back to the previous topic.

"So what does this have to do with us?" Stank said. "We have no fear of the unknown, not even of the Dragon King. We are not afraid."

Jer nodded: "That's true, indeed."

"You're certainly not afraid," Amantha nodded slightly. "But... are you sure you don't have any other desires? That bitter feeling that comes over me is even stronger than the fear I felt during the war."

"What's the big deal?" Stank said disdainfully. "Besides, we never think of this as astringency. It's clearly a yearning for the unknown, a thirst for beauty. Only those who are cliché and don't understand us would think we're a bit perverted."

"What about the people who know you?"

"She'll know we're incredibly lustful!" Stank slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up. "But it's this very thought that's brought us here! If that damned Phoenix had magnified this thought a thousandfold, wouldn't we be in her presence in an instant? Mountains of swords and seas of fire wouldn't stop us. Haha, I don't think we need to practice anymore. This alone is enough for us to challenge her!"

"really?"

"Really? How could this be false?"

"But do you know what lust looks like when it's magnified a thousand times?"

"What could this look like?"

Amantha asked, "Is it okay even if I break through gender barriers?"

"Of course not... Hello?" Stank was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Extreme lust will make you lose your mind. When you see the Phoenix, your excessive desire will make you want to do something." Amantha held her chin with both hands and smiled with narrowed eyes. "By then, your companions will also be handsome."

She paused and then continued.

"It's not just your companions. You might even see a hole in the wall and want to go over and test its depth. Is that okay?"

Stank and Jer exchanged glances, remained silent for a while, and then sat back obediently.

"Well, I still need training after all."