An invincible journey starting from a different race

Everyone was shocked by the one-eyed store manager's well-reasoned analysis.

It seems to be true.

But the problem is...

"Is this necessary?" Stank's mouth twitched slightly. "If I'm not mistaken, you don't want to have all the girls in the store at once."

"Of course," the one-eyed store manager chuckled. "As long as my girls all look at Aesop together, we can share his impact and then strike back at him! Haha, although this is a bit unfair, there's nothing we can do. Brother Aesop, if we let you leave like this, the dignity of our one-eyed clan will be gone."

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't the dignity of you one-eyed people a bit weird?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Stank! A guy like you without magic power can't understand the pride of us demon-bearing people. Get out of my way!" The one-eyed store manager shouted loudly, "Girls, come on! Take down the enemy in front of you and kill him with a ruthless look!"

Then, Aesop felt dozens of gazes directed at his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

This is...what a momentum!

……

Ten minutes later, the one-eyed store manager hung a "Temporarily Closed" sign at the door, looking as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Stank patted the one-eyed store manager on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette.

"I've already told you, don't challenge Aesop in magic," Stank said to the one-eyed store manager, cigarette in hand. "Aesop may have weaknesses in other areas, but when it comes to magic... there's truly no one who can challenge him. Think about it, he conquered mythical creatures. That curse is his greatest badge."

"Even if you say so..." The one-eyed store manager took a sharp drag on his cigarette, then said depressedly, "I can't believe it. It was just one look! Just one look! Just one look and all the girls under me surrendered. What kind of bullshit is this? Now, such a big store of mine won't be open tonight! Judging from the girls' reactions, I might not even be able to open tomorrow!"

Stank patted the one-eyed store manager's shoulder again with sympathy. This time he didn't say anything else, but took the fun people away and headed to the next place.

This scene was naturally captured once again by the nightmare demons watching around, and the level of fear increased even more.

This is a fucking huge store! It has over a dozen nightmares! It's not some one-person shop like that slime girl! Why did it fail too?!

Damn it, what the hell happened here!

The nightmares exchanged glances with each other, and they could see fear in each other's eyes, but behind the fear was determination.

"There's no other way." The nightmares murmured, "It can only be... like this."

……

There is no way to get close to the curse, but if you try to get pleasure through magic, you will be knocked down by Aesop's powerful magic, which puts the people in a dead end.

Then he tried several nightmare shops in a row, but it was no use. Every time he left one, the shop would put up a "temporarily closed" sign, which made the men walking in the middle of the night look like the god of death.

"It seems like there's no other way." Stank puffed on his cigarette, his expression rather depressed. "This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. I can't really resort to peeping and prostitution for pleasure, can I?"

"And watching the eggs being laid... but I don't think Aesop would like that either." Jer shook his head.

"It's really no use." Kelimu also felt despair. "Aesop is too powerful now."

The rest of the people who were having fun also sighed. There was no other way, really no other way.

But at this moment, footsteps were heard from the end of the street, coming closer and closer.

By the time they noticed, the other person was already standing in front of them, wrapped in a thick black robe. Their face couldn't be seen, but they knew it was a woman.

"You are……"

"I've heard the details," the woman said slowly, her voice pleasant. "It's true... he's a very difficult opponent. There's nothing we can do."

At this time, the wind started to blow.

The woman untied her black robe, which was blown away by the wind, revealing her exaggeratedly curvy figure and incredibly beautiful face hidden beneath the black robe.

And the pride and determination in his eyes.

"But it doesn't matter."

The woman said slowly.

"The Dream Demon Tower will take action!"

At this moment, the woman was like a light shining into the abyss!

140 Do you dare to challenge us!

Dream Tower.

The starting point and pinnacle of Nightmare is a place admired and revered by countless escorts.

When standing at the foot of the Dream Demon Tower and looking at the towering Dream Demon Tower, the bodyguards could only feel their own insignificance.

Stank took a deep drag from his cigarette and said softly, "I didn't expect that I would end up here."

"Yes." Jel nodded, his expression rather serious. "But we should have thought of this long ago. As the starting point and pinnacle of the Nightmare, how could there be anything we can't do?"

"Because we subconsciously excluded it," Stank's words were filled with loneliness, "because in our hearts, it's no longer just an ordinary nightmare shop, it's a belief."

Aesop glanced at Stank's lower body and said, "Stank, your faith seems to have stood up."

"Shut up, Aesop," Stank said. "That's my little head saluting to the greatest nightmare shop."

"But before you salute..." Aesop said, "Can you tell me where this is?"

At this time, after hearing Aesop's question, the leading nightmare turned around and looked at Aesop in surprise: "You actually... don't know about the Dream Demon Tower?"

Aesop nodded.

The Nightmare smiled and said, "This quite surprises me."

"No, no, no, he knows!"

"Yes, yes, I just forgot about it temporarily."

Stank and Jer hugged Aesop on the left and right, and then whispered in his ear.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't ever admit that you don't know about the Dream Demon Tower!"

"Yes, this is a very embarrassing thing. It will also bring shame to us!"

Aesop still didn't quite understand.

"Actually, we mentioned this to you before, but you might have forgotten," Stank said. "Incubus...is not just the name of a class, but the name of a race."

"I know that." Aesop was quite familiar with this kind of common sense knowledge, "The Dream Demon Clan."

"Yes." Stank nodded and said, "It's just that these guys did such a great job that everyone who took up this profession was called a nightmare. But they were still the most professional and perfect, so we say they were the starting point and pinnacle of nightmares."

"Is that so?" Aesop pondered. "But if they are so perfect, why don't you visit them often?"

Stank and Jer exchanged glances, then sighed and said.

"The only imperfection is... they're simply too powerful, so powerful that they never tire," Stank said. "Once they start fighting, they won't stop. They'll keep attacking you until you're completely defeated... and it's useless. They'll even pull you up and keep fighting, fighting, fighting until you're out of ammunition and food, and you don't have any strength left."

Aesop thought Stank's description sounded familiar. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Isn't that the original Bruce?"

"That's right." Jel nodded and said, "Bruz was facing the Incubus clan at that time, but they were just low-level Incubus, while here... they are all high-level Incubus. I know you want to know the difference between high-level Incubus and low-level Incubus. The difference is that low-level Incubus will attack you like a beast, and their only concern is to defeat you completely and devour you without any worries, even if it means losing someone. But high-level Incubus fights more gracefully, like a precise and sharp sword, piercing your body with holes... but it won't kill you completely."

"Yes." Stank folded his hands and said, "When fighting a low-level nightmare, you won't feel any pleasure in battle. Even if you do, it will only be a little bit, and then it will be torture, torture until you completely collapse. But when fighting a high-level nightmare, you will..."

"Is it so cool?" Aesop asked.

Stank's mouth twitched slightly. "Your description is quite apt, but that's the point. Fighting a high-level nightmare is like being completely defeated in the midst of immense enjoyment. But low-level nightmares and high-level nightmares have the same thing in common: the aftereffects after the battle are the same: you don't want to fight anymore, and that lasts for a long time."

"Yes," Jer said, "So, Stank and I usually only come here when we're away from home."

Aesop nodded, not quite understanding, and then looked at the nightmare demon named Lystia who was leading the way in front: "Then why did you come to find me?"

Lystia looked back at Aesop and said with a smile, "Because we heard about you, and someone asked us to...capture you."

As she spoke, Lystia licked her lips and spoke very seductively.

"The people in this town told us that you've conquered the legendary Nightmare, the greatest in the world," Lystia said. "We in the Nightmare Clan also worship the strong, so we wanted to see if the one who defeated the greatest Nightmare could defeat us."

At this point, Lystia was already standing in front of the Dream Tower. She then turned around, with her back to the Dream Tower, facing Aesop and the others, and slowly spread out her arms, as if to embrace the whole world in her arms.

"The Dream Tower has a history of a thousand years since its construction." Lystia smiled and slowly recounted its history. "Even during the most chaotic wars, it couldn't be destroyed. Kings came and went, but the Dream Tower remained standing until today, even growing larger. Now, the Dream Tower has a full sixty floors..."

With a "bang", dozens of searchlights lit up, pointing directly at the towering top of the Nightmare Tower. There sat a golden nightmare statue, its posture like a queen overlooking the world.

“Nearly a thousand shops…”

The lights in the shops on the Dream Demon Tower lit up one after another, as if to illuminate the quiet night.

"Tens of thousands of nightmare demons..."

Even outside the Dream Demon Tower, one could faintly hear the laughter of the Dream Demons.

"So," Lystia said after introducing herself. "But the smile and pride on her face didn't fade. So, we are both the starting point and the pinnacle, a pinnacle that no one can surpass."

Lystia said softly.

"So, you who have already challenged the legend," Lystia pointed at Aesop with a graceful expression. "Do you dare to challenge us who are also legends?"

At this time, countless people's eyes were focused on Aesop. At that moment, everyone felt a surge of excitement in their hearts, and they wished they could immediately replace Aesop and stand in that position to accept the challenge.

And Aesop's answer is naturally...

"Forget it, I'm not really interested." Aesop waved his hand and turned to leave. "Goodbye."

Standing in front of the Dream Tower, Lystia, still posing, watched Aesop slowly leave, and the smile on her face gradually froze.

"Hey?"

141 Give me back my youth!

"Hey, hey, hey, Aesop, what's wrong with you?"

Aesop's sudden departure caught Stank and Jair off guard. It didn't make sense. This was the starting point and climax of the nightmare. Is there really any man who could refuse?

But Aesop refused, and his refusal was very decisive.

Stank and Jair immediately caught up with Aesop and asked what was going on.

"Is it because of the magic?" Jer asked Aesop, "Can't you stand their magic?"

Aesop shook his head.

There is nothing wrong with the nightmare's magic power, it is even quite attractive.

"Is it because of age?" Stank asked, "or because my appearance doesn't suit your taste?"

Aesop also shook his head.

This is even more impossible. Judging from its age, the nightmare is not an immortal species. And from the perspective of aesthetics, the nightmare can freely change its body shape and facial shape according to the needs of the customer. Any requirement can be met, which is even more convenient than a customized puppet.

"Then why is this?"

Seeing that all three questions were rejected, Stank and Jer became even more confused.

But Aesop remained silent, not wanting to explain the reason.

Because the reason... is really hard to say.

Simply put, he was scared.

Yes, Aesop was afraid. Even in the deepest part of the volcano, even when facing the mythical creature Phoenix, Aesop had not been afraid, but now, a trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart.

This fear comes from Bruce back then.

Bruce was defeated in a fierce battle with sixteen low-level nightmares. He suffered serious sequelae after the defeat. If he had not met me, he would not have been able to lift it.

At that time, Aesop was still a naive person, but he saw the scene of Bruce fighting in a group battle from Bruce's memories, and was deeply shocked.

Especially when Bruce was defeated, he was used as a carpet underfoot, becoming the scene of others' battle...

No, no, as soon as I think about it, fear comes flooding back.

Logically speaking, Aesop was already the strongest being under the Arcanist in terms of magical power. In combat, he had already found and defeated the mythical creature Phoenix, who claimed to be the world's greatest nightmare. He should have nothing to fear. Yet, the image of Bruce's defeat reverberated in his mind like a nightmare, refusing to dissipate.

So, until now, Aesop has been full of fear of purebred nightmares, especially multiple purebred nightmares.

He didn't want to be the next Bruce, didn't want to be treated like a carpet underfoot, didn't want to be unable to lift it... He knew how happy it was to lift it, so he could imagine how painful it was not to be able to lift it.

I don’t want that kind of pain.

With this thought in mind, Aesop quickened his pace and did not give Stank and Jer a chance to persuade him again. He ran back to the food and wine pavilion.

"This...what's going on again?"

Stank and Jair looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't understand why Aesop, who was able to defeat Huang, would refuse the invitation from the Dream Tower.