An invincible journey starting from a different race

After hearing what Aesop said, Stank felt relieved: "That's better."

Then he said with a wry smile.

"As expected, in a place like this, we are just a burden to you. Maybe I should have left with Jer just now. It would have made things easier for you."

"That's not happening, Stank," Aesop said. "Without you, I wouldn't be here."

"You're really good at comforting people." Stank reluctantly raised his hand and pressed it on Aesop's shoulder. "In that case, promise me, Aesop, that you will stay with me until the end."

Then, he handed the three ice spirits in his hand to Aesop.

"You have to take my share and deal with that damn bird." Stank said softly, "I'm different from Jer. My favorite fighting style is to charge from behind with my chariot. That's the real man's way. You must remember that."

"I will remember."

As Aesop finished speaking, a blue light bloomed from Stank's body. He also felt that everything around him was blurring, and knew that he would be teleported away soon.

"Really, Aesop, you must..." Stank wanted to tell Aesop something, but suddenly saw a trace of scarlet blood flowing from the corner of Aesop's mouth. He was stunned, "Why are you..."

Then react quickly.

"You're lying to me! Aesop! Your body can't support you using this magic."

Stank grabbed Aesop tightly and wanted to take him away with him.

But it was too late, as the light bloomed and then disappeared.

Stank was no longer in his original position, replaced by Kolim's spiritual clone floating in the air.

Aesop finally couldn't hold on any longer, staggered and almost fell, and managed to stand firm by supporting himself with his hands on the rocks.

He had already reached his limit. Reverse Summoning wasn't a particularly mana-intensive spell, but his mana had already been depleted. The reason he'd lasted longer than the others was because he'd already disabled his pain perception when he entered.

But now, he couldn't even do that. The pain surged up like a tide, eroding his body and nerves.

The stars are indeed immortal, but he is not yet a star.

"Is chasing the stars really that difficult?"

Aesop looked at his broken body and muttered to himself.

"Help me, teacher."

After using the last magic, Aesop could no longer hold on and fell down.

……

Far away in Deya, Abel, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Prayers from the Gathering of 107 (Part 3)

Abel opened his eyes and watched a speck of stardust falling from the night sky and slowly landing in front of his eyes.

"This is……"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the stardust in his palm. After feeling the magic contained in the stardust, his eyes widened instantly.

"Aesop!"

Almost instantly, the entire academy was awakened by the alarm.

It has been many years since Deya College sounded the alarm. The last time was during the war.

The professors rushed to the dean's office. They thought the college had been attacked, but after opening the door, they were stunned to find Abel standing in the room with a grim face.

How is this going?

Abel is still here, so who could attack the academy?

With the arcanist Abel around, any creature that wants to attack the academy is just courting death, right?

"Dean?" Kent Hooch asked softly, "What are you doing..."

Could it be that Aesop had been gone for so long that Abel finally couldn't help but disband the academy and go out on his own? That would be the end of it. Abel leaving Deya, wherever he went, would be a declaration of war. So, is the age of war coming again? Which race should we attack first this time? Or maybe we should just go after the Nightmares first, and then we'd have a free ride...

It has to be said that human imagination can make such leaps at times like this.

Fortunately, Abel had no intention of leaving the academy. Instead, he slowly opened his hands, allowing everyone to see the stardust floating in his palms.

"This is……"

"Aesop's Stardust." Abel's voice was low. "He's in big trouble."

The Necromancer Sara immediately stepped forward and felt the situation for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "He's very weak. Little Aesop is in very bad condition. I also sensed some... ominous auras from him. Is he engaged in a battle?"

Abel shook his head and said, "Probably not. I can feel that he is so weak because of too much magic power loss. And in normal battles, it is difficult to use magic power to this extent. There is no one in this world who can match Aesop's strength, there are only people who are stronger than him. If he fought with such a person, Aesop would not be able to survive after his magic power was exhausted."

Potions Professor Edge asked, "What is little Aesop doing?"

"There is only one way to exhaust the magic power without putting your life in great danger."

Aiqi's eyes widened little by little: "You mean..."

"He's delving into his own path, trying to break through," Abel said confidently. "He's trying to reach that final threshold."

"But that doesn't make sense," Aitch said. "If little Aesop still wanted to become an arcanist, shouldn't he have returned long ago?"

Abel chuckled and said, "Because he is not a caged bird after all."

As he spoke, Abel took two steps forward, stood by the window, and looked up at the vast sea of stars.

"I used to think he left the academy for a shameful reason... because he wanted to find a woman. Now, how could that be possible? He's my proudest student. How could he become so worldly?" Abel said slowly. "He just made up a lame excuse just to leave the academy and become an arcanist in his own way."

"Really?" Kent scratched his head, feeling that this reason seemed a bit forced.

"Of course!" Abel turned around and glared at Kent. "If that wasn't the case, how could Aesop have gotten his body into this state? Would he risk his life to find the nightmare? Are you a fool or am I?!"

"I, I'm a fool." Kent didn't dare to refute Abel at all, so he could only agree, "So what should we do now?"

Abel said: "Of course I will help him. Even if he doesn't want my help, I can't bear to see him fail on the final road!"

"But...how can we do this?" Kent was a little embarrassed. "You only have a single stardust in your hand. It's impossible to find little Aesop with just this one stardust."

"I didn't say I wanted to find him." Abel held the stardust in his hand again, "Master, I just want to give him a little magical support."

Al seemed to have guessed something and widened his eyes slightly: "Do you want to... use that forbidden spell?"

"Yes, the prayer of gathering!" Abel said lightly, "Quickly gather all the students. You should know what to do."

The prayer of gathering is essentially the plus++++ version of concentric connection.

What makes it more powerful than concentric connection is that it is not limited by distance. Only one stardust from the person being prayed is enough, because it is the stars that guide the power.

Therefore, in the entire Deye Academy... no, even in the entire world, only Abel can use this magic.

Because he's an arcanist.

But the arcanist wasn't omnipotent. When using this magic, he couldn't infuse it with his own magical power. In other words, he could only act as a bridge, not as a vehicle. Therefore, he gathered all the students at Deya Academy and told them the truth.

"We will soon have a second arcanist." Abel said to the students who were awakened in the middle of the night, "Transfer your magic power to Aesop. He needs you very much."

"Only you can bring him back to life and take that final step."

These words immediately made the students, who were dissatisfied with their drowsiness, excited.

Arcanist...

Is this legendary existence, which originally had no connection with them, now dependent on little people like them?

"My Aesop, I'm leaving it to you!"

Abel waved his staff, and the vast sea of stars appeared at his fingertips, and then scattered over the heads of every student.

All the students began to meditate, and then poured their magic power into the stardust above their heads.

The stardust became brighter and brighter, as if everyone had turned into light.

Then, Abel waved his hand again and guided the lights into the starry sky.

This scene is spectacular.

"Come on, Aesop."

Abel said softly.

"Master will ignite the vast sea of stars."

"To light the way forward for you."

……

This light... is so warm.

Aesop opened his eyes and watched the starlight penetrate the thick volcanic rock and pour into his body.

The lost vitality was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the depleted magic power was also recovering rapidly.

Aesop slowly stood up and crushed the brightest stardust in his hand. The sudden burst of coldness made a thin layer of frost form on the surrounding rocks.

The power surged out.

Aesop raised his head and looked at the bottomless purgatory again.

Now, it is no longer scary.

108 It's time to fulfill your promise

After receiving the replenishment of magic power, Aesop stood up again.

He lowered his head, watching the stardust surrounding him, knowing it was his teacher's intervention. Even from a thousand miles away, he could still receive this level of magical infusion—only an arcane master could do it.

Aesop slowly clenched his fists and raised his head to look at the rest of the road.

The road is far from over.

It was now 350 meters, and there was at least another 150 meters to go. This number was uncertain, as no one had yet made it to the end. Furthermore, the further back one went, the worse the environment would become. Even Aesop, who was now well-off, might not be able to reach the bottom...

But what does it matter? We've already come this far, how can we turn back?

Aesop looked at his body. During that brief moment of unconsciousness, the curse had spread wildly, staining half of his body black. If it weren't for Kolim's spirit clone right there, he would have died instantly.

So he had to solve the curse problem first, so he pulled Kolim's spiritual clone over, and then cut off his blessings to Stank, Ganqiu and Jel, and transferred them all to himself.

At that moment, the voice of "Wish you peace~" rang in his mind like a chorus, instantly dispelling the devastated aura from him.

"It's time to go."

After getting rid of the curse, Aesop no longer hesitated and set off again.

The nine ice spirits on his body transformed into a swirling shield, forming a stance around him and dispelling the unbearable heat.

But it didn't take long to dispel the effect. Every time he went ten meters deeper, a crack would appear on the ice spirit.

……

"Little Aesop has woken up." Aiki looked at the feedback from Xingchen and murmured, "But what is he doing? His magic power is still depleting..."

Abel narrowed his eyes slightly, but his words were full of pride.

"Although I don't know what kind of environment he's in or what he's going through, I know he won't give up so easily. He wants to become an arcanist like me. How can he give up so easily?"

"But..." Aiqi looked at the students below, "It seems that some of them can no longer hold on."

As they spoke, the two students loosened their hands, and stopped transmitting magic power with pale faces, obviously having used up all their magic power.

Abel nodded slightly and said, "Let them rest. Tell them that the academy will not forget their contributions tonight and will reward them as appropriate."

"Hey, Dean, you don't understand this," Kent said, coming up. "How should we make this decision? Actually, I have a better idea."

Abel glanced at Kent. "What?"

"Let's treat tonight as our annual assessment," Kent said. "The longer you hold out, the more magic you transfer, and the better your grades and the higher the credits you'll earn. The shorter your hold out, the less magic you transfer, and the better your grades, so there's no need for any rewards, right?"

Abel pondered for a moment and said, "If we talk about inhumanity, you are the least human."

"Ahem, thank you for the compliment, Dean."

Aiqi couldn't help but say, "But according to what you said, Aesop must need even more magic power. But what exactly does he want to do that would require so much magic power that is comparable to the annual assessment of the entire academy?"

"Then I don't know." Kent looked up at the starry sky that seemed to be endless, and said softly, "I feel like he might really need it."

As soon as he finished speaking, five more students collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely, obviously drained of their magic power.