An invincible journey starting from a different race

Why do I feel like something is not right?

"I can feel that I already have a certain resistance to curses." Aesop said, "If it's at the same level as Miss Amantha, there shouldn't be any problem... Well, I'll go try it now."

Aesop wanted to go to Amantha to verify it immediately, but was stopped by Stank and Jair in an instant.

Are you kidding me? Everyone is clearly training to abstain from sex in order to conquer the Phoenix underground, but you have turned into a male Rathalos and are going to fight the female Rathalos first.

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

Stank and Jer, with jealousy practically written all over their faces, finally came up with a very good reason: "No, Aesop, you can turn into a dragon, but we can't. Shouldn't you think about how to solve our problem first? You can't let us watch you step into the sea of fire alone. As your brothers, we can't do that!"

The two men who had just thought of breaking up with Aesop now regarded Aesop as their half-brother.

"Can your dragon-transforming magic be used on us?" Stank was eager to try it out. "Make one for us too."

Aesop shook his head and said, "No, I can only use it on myself, and there are certain restrictions. I can't use it on you."

"What should we do?" Stank asked. "Are we just going to come here for nothing?"

At this time, the male fire dragon who had been listening nearby said weakly, "Are you trying to find a way to fight the curse?"

Several people turned their heads and looked over: "Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course we have." The male fire dragon nodded, and then pointed at the bottle in Gan Qiu's hand, "Wouldn't it be enough to use our blood essence?"

Stank and Jer's faces turned pale: "Can your blood and essence be used for this?"

"Of course," the male fire dragon said matter-of-factly. "How do you think our dragon cubs survived? You have to know that when a dragonlet hatches from an egg, its body has no resistance to curses. If we didn't have any tricks up our sleeves, we would have been cursed to death by our mother long ago."

"...Although I really don't want to imagine that scene." Stank's mouth twitched violently, "But I still want to ask, how did you use the essence and blood on the cubs?"

"Of course, we paint it on their bodies." The male fire dragon asked, "What else?"

Phew... Glad they didn't eat it... Hmm? Apply it on their bodies?

A very bad image came to their minds again. Is this the love of a father? This love coming from a dragon is too hard to accept!

Stank and Jer exchanged glances, thinking about applying that stuff on their bodies. After a long silence, they swallowed involuntarily and shook their heads.

"No, I still can't stand smearing countless dragon cubs all over my body!"

"Yes, it's too evil. Even though I've lived for so many years and seen so many things, I still have to say it's too evil."

Stank and Jer both refused.

The male fire dragon's brows immediately furrowed. "Where's the sin in this? Didn't you humans and elves ever get kissed by your parents when you were little? Do you find your parents' saliva offensive?"

"Of course not."

"Then why do you dislike ours?"

"Can it be the same...huh?" Stank suddenly realized something. He turned to look at the male fire dragon and asked, "You just said, saliva..."

"That's how you humans would say it, but it's not much different," the male dragon said. "Or, ambergris, do you understand that?"

Ambergris?

Essence and blood?

So it's just... saliva?

Several people finally realized that they seemed to have misunderstood something.

Gan Qiu immediately put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily: "Hahahahahahaha, it turns out it wasn't that stuff, it turns out that what I drank wasn't that stuff, hahahaha. I was saying, how could I be so unlucky, it was obviously just saliva I drank, hahahaha..."

"Hahaha."

"Haha."

"what."

Gan Qiu was halfway through laughing when he still felt something was wrong. He thought about it carefully, then turned his head and vomited.

"So it's just saliva?" Stank touched his chin, his expression struggling. "If you just smear saliva on your body..."

"It doesn't seem unacceptable." Jer was also thinking.

The two exchanged glances again and made a decision.

If it's just this level, it's completely acceptable!

After all, they gain far more than they give!

On the road to becoming a legend, what kind of sacrifice is there? And if it's just a little smear of saliva, it doesn't really count as a sacrifice.

After all, dragon blood, or ambergris, doesn't look like saliva. It's milky white and can be applied to the skin as a lubricating ointment. Don't those dream girls often use this stuff? So if you think about it carefully, it doesn't matter at all.

After a brainstorming session, the two made a decision, and then looked at Aesop with firm eyes at the same time.

Although buying from a male dragon may be more professional and have better results, but no matter how you think about it, a brother's saliva is still more reassuring than that of other men, right?

Only when you are close to water can you feel at ease with it.

"Come on! Aesop!"

"Yes, we have made the decision!"

The two men had expressions that showed they were ready to die.

"Don't show mercy to us, give us dragon blood!"

Seeing that the two had made a decision, Aesop nodded: "Okay, let's keep it simple."

Simpler? How to make it simpler?

Before the two could react, Aesop opened his mouth.

"Heh... tui!"

Damn, this is so disgusting.

The two were about to spread the hard-earned dragon blood evenly when they suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is different from the one in Ganqiu's bottle. Why does it look like ordinary saliva?

At this time, Aesop exclaimed, "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry, my voice hasn't fully transformed into a dragon yet."

Stank and Jer felt something was wrong and asked in unison, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is..." Aesop scratched his head, showing a rare embarrassment, "That's my own saliva."

They lowered their heads and looked at the saliva that had been evenly smeared, and both of their expressions changed.

"Stop talking, draw your sword, Aesop, and fight!"

"Stomp away, Izumo, stomp away! I no longer have you as a brother today!"

Ninety-four is older than me!

"Hmm? You're back." Amantha looked at the returning people and said with a smile, "Well, are you ready for me to start training you... huh?"

Amantha's eyes widened suddenly before she finished speaking, and she stepped back repeatedly, covering her nose.

"What's that smell on you?!"

A few people exchanged glances, and then Stank said, "Preservatives."

"What preservatives?" Amantha no longer had the calm and seductive air of a queen. Her eyes were filled with disdain. "You don't think I'm a fool, do you? Who can't smell the scent of a fellow race?"

"...You're asking even though you know it."

Stank and Jer's expressions were not looking good either. After all, their sense of smell was still working properly, so they could naturally smell the strange smell that permeated their bodies.

It looks strangely like heather.

When they walked back, the female fire dragons passing by looked at them with eyes full of surprise and horror.

"There's nothing we can do, Miss Amantha." Jer spread his hands and said, "You know, we're fighting against the power of the curse."

"Yeah." Stank nodded and said, "Why didn't you tell us before that there was such a method?"

"Because I don't think anyone would want to use this method!" Amantha's expression remained grim. "I assume you're all males. You wouldn't allow yourself to lie on a chopping board with several male dragons licking you all over with their tongues, would you?"

Amanda is indeed the real deal! With just one sentence, she completely broke down Stank and Jer's defenses.

"It's not that disgusting, okay?! Who could accept that?"

"Don't make it sound like we're gay, damn it! Don't doubt our sexual orientation!"

Amantha was still disgusted. "If that's not the case, why is the smell so strong on you? You must have smeared it all over your body! A male fire dragon's saliva alone can't do that!"

At this time, Stank and Jer had to look at Aesop, and Aesop admitted it generously.

"I vomited it." Aesop explained to Amantha, "I first used magic to transform my body into a male fire dragon, and then strengthened my body's internal circulation. As long as I keep drinking water, I will have a constant supply of dragon blood."

Amantha finally turned her gaze to Aesop. She had a vague feeling that this was most likely Aesop's doing, so she said, "I won't ask how you turned into a dragon. I just want to know why they smell so strong, as if they had been licked by hundreds of male dragons."

"It's like this." Aesop explained, "Because I felt that the saliva of ordinary male dragons did not contain enough blood essence and the effect was not that good, so I concentrated it to double the effect."

"...Can you explain it in a way that's easier to understand?"

"Simply put, I transformed ordinary saliva into a mouthful of thick phlegm." Aesop answered honestly.

"I beg you to stop talking! You don't have to explain it in such detail, okay?"

"Aesop, some things are too detailed. There's nothing we can do as brothers, okay?!"

Under the strong protests of Stank and Jer, Aesop had no choice but to nod and shut up. Unfortunately, he had already said everything he wanted to say. Amantha had already retreated five meters away and obviously didn't want to have anything to do with them.

However, Stank still wanted to struggle. After all, they now had resistance to the curse. If Aesop and Jair worked together to gain fire resistance, they would be able to have fun with Amantha.

Amansha shook her head decisively: "Excuse me for refusing!"

"Why?"

"I really can't stand the smell of you guys," Amantha said. "Think about it, would your incubus girls be willing to fight a man covered in saliva?"

"Well, we can just wash ourselves first." Stank still didn't want to give up. "It's not a big deal."

Amantha sneered, "Do you think the scent of a fire dragon's blood can dissipate so easily? If it dissipates so easily, how did the young dragon survive the mother dragon's curse?"

Stank was a little dumbfounded: "Then how long will this smell last?"

"At least three days," Amantha said. "You won't be able to clean it up in these three days."

Three, three days!?

It has been nearly half a month since they left Dream Town.

They'd been in a state of "purity" for a long time. Though forced, they'd endured it for a long time. They'd thought they'd be free to indulge themselves once they reached the volcano, but a series of twists and turns had left them feeling scalded by the scalding hot springs. Now that they'd finally overcome that damn curse, they were being rejected because the smell was too strong!?

Three more days and nothing to do?!

"It's not three days." Aesop came up to finish the job in time, "This is the enhanced version. It will take at least a week for the smell to dissipate."

Stank and Jer: "..."

Looking at the pitiful expressions of the few people, Amantha sighed softly, and then said, "If you really can't help it, then you can only move on."

"Forward?" Stank asked. "To the inner ring, you mean?"

"Yes, the only ones who can accept your scent are the pure-blooded dragons in the inner circle," Amantha said, "and the legendary underground phoenix, if you can actually see her."

Several people exchanged glances.

How did you suddenly evolve from the process of killing monsters and leveling up to challenging the final BOSS?

"So, let's go now while your curse resistance is at its strongest!" Amantha pointed at the group and said enthusiastically, "Let's challenge the hot spring road from the middle ring to the inner ring. As long as you cross that road, you will be able to see a real pure-blooded dragon."

Stank scratched his head and said in distress: "Even if you say so, we have no motivation at all."

"Yeah." Jer nodded and said, "Although the final boss is Miss Phoenix, it would be really hard to proceed without some rewards along the way. By the way, what does a pure-blooded dragon look like?"

Amantha said calmly: "Three words."

Stank and Jer looked at her.

“Older than me.”

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then looked at Amantha's, and a bigger picture gradually emerged in their minds.

"Let's go, Aesop! Don't stop here!"

"Our journey is... a greater sea of stars!"