An invincible journey starting from a different race

147 Which image do you like best?

When Demia raised her head from the crystal ball and looked at Aesop, she found that Aesop was also looking at her... breasts.

This also indirectly confirms that there is nothing wrong with the divination results of the crystal ball.

But the biggest problem is that there's no problem! She knows you're a bit of a lecher, after all, the two guys around you are also lecherous, and she knows that lecherous people hang out with lecherous people. But is there really anyone who's so lecherous and open about it?

what? !

Is it really that straightforward?!

You have nothing in your heart, nothing but breasts! This is the breasts I saw in person!

Demia has been studying academics for so many years, but this is the first time he has seen crystal ball divination ideas played back in real time!

This made Demia a little unsure of what expression to use when facing the legendary junior brother in front of him.

What you are learning is star magic.

You're a would-be arcanist.

Even if I can't see the vast sea of stars in your heart, I can't just see my own breasts.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a pure person. There is not a single impurity in her heart. There is only the purest... breasts, and they are updated all the time.

When Demia thought of this, she felt very tired. She felt that the person she had tried her best to deal with was indeed a funny guy who was unpredictable to her in every aspect.

Seeing that Demia didn't speak for a long time after looking at Aesop's crystal ball, Stank and Jer were very curious and asked her what she saw.

Demia didn't want to answer at first, feeling that answering such a question was a bit of a letdown. But she wasn't some great magician, but the owner of a Dream Inn, and she still had to take care of her customers' dining experience. So, reluctantly, she said, "This young man has a pure heart, a kind of innocent beauty."

Stank and Jer: “?”

What kind of weird description is this? It’s completely different from theirs.

Also, what's so pure about this guy Aesop? He's obviously...

Stank and Jair subconsciously looked at Aesop, and then met Aesop's star-like eyes, and then fell into silence at the same time.

If you think about it carefully, it seems quite pure.

After several months of contact, they have come to understand Aesop a little.

If other people's brains are full of yellow garbage, Aesop is different.

There is no garbage in his mind, it's all yellow.

The most extreme and purest yellow.

Thinking of this, Stank and Jair seemed to understand where Demia's hopeless attitude came from. Indeed, trying to covet Aesop's heart from a mortal's perspective would only result in self-doubt.

So Stank and Jer patted Demia's shoulders on the left and right, their faces full of understanding.

Fortunately, Demia recovered quickly.

Even if he couldn't see what was going on inside, Demia didn't need to care about Aesop's heart anyway. He just needed to get Aesop's first bucket... oh, research samples.

Don't worry about anything else, lest you become crazy due to too much contact with Aesop, which would not be good.

"Alright, I understand all three of your special preparations." Demia nodded slightly, then clapped his hands gently. "Now, I know what kind of nightmares to prepare for you... It's up to you to figure it out."

When Demia stopped clapping, the door behind him opened, and a silver-haired female knight in armor and a brown-haired elf in servant clothes walked out.

Stank took one look and was stunned.

The clothes on this female knight and servant are clearly what the knights and servants in the castle wore during my childhood.

At that moment, the impulse from childhood immediately surged into my heart.

"This is yours, Mr. Stank," Demia said calmly, "but you can only choose one."

Stank turned to look at Demia and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"This is our challenge, Mr. Stank," Demia chuckled. "Of these two, only one is what you desire most, and the other isn't. You must face your heart and choose one. If you choose correctly, you'll win the challenge, get a free meal, and even spend the night with me. But if you choose incorrectly... our prices here aren't cheap, and you'll be punished by becoming a completely different person for the rest of the day."

Stank understood. "Like Ganchu?"

"Yes, Mr. Ganqiu made the wrong choice." Demia spread his hands, "So you've seen the price."

"So how do you tell if you've made the right choice?" asked Stank.

"It's simple," Demia said. "If you choose the right one, you won't regret not choosing the other one. Otherwise... you will regret it very much."

"Is that so?" Stank clapped his fists. "This is indeed a very interesting challenge. It stands to reason that no one knows your inner self better than yourself, but there's also a saying that those involved are often confused, while those on the sidelines can see more clearly. So you want to test that principle, don't you?"

Demia smiled and said, "You can understand it that way, so which one are you going to choose?"

Stank's eyes swirled between the female knight and the maid, and then he made a choice and pointed at the maid: "That's her!"

The maid immediately smiled, lifted her skirt and bowed to Stank, while the female knight retreated silently.

"Very good, you can go and verify it." Demia said.

So Stank took the maid in his arms and went into the back room.

Then Demia looked at Jer again: "Now it's your turn."

Just as he finished speaking, the door behind Demia opened again and two more people walked out.

One of them was still an elf, but very young, carrying a bow and arrow, his eyes full of innocence and curiosity.

The other was a human female, dressed very revealingly, her face flushed. She seemed to be trying to muster up the courage to look Jer in the eye, but she would subconsciously look away after only two or three seconds.

"One is a childhood sweetheart from the same race, still untouched by the test of time," Demia said to Jel. "The other is a human girl who has just become an incubus. You are her first client. She pretends to be mature, but her actions are full of awkwardness. So, between these two, who will be the one I truly love?"

Jer folded his hands and fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a moment, he walked forward, resolutely grabbed the human nightmare, and then took her into the small room behind him.

The young elf had a sad look on his face, and then slowly disappeared.

"What a decisive decision," Demia said softly, "It's a pity that both of them chose the wrong one."

Aesop asked, "Did you choose the wrong one?"

"Yes," Demia chuckled. "Mr. Stank thinks he likes gentle maids, but that's not the case. Deep down, he longs for excitement and adventure. It was the heroic presence of his father's female knights that sparked his intense interest in the outside world and beautiful women, leading him to his current path. He thinks he only likes women, but he's wrong. He likes swords, and women."

Aesop thought thoughtfully: "I see."

Then he raised his head and looked at Demia.

"What about Jer?"

"This is especially true of Jer," Demia said with a smile, his chin resting on his folded hands. "He thought the intrigue and deception he hated came from the Immortals, from his own kind. That's why he was so disdainful of them, preferring the purer Short-liveds, whose magic remained uncorrupted no matter what. But he forgot that his original yearning was for his childhood sweetheart, the elf before the erosion of time and before the deterioration of her magic."

"Then why didn't he choose someone of his own race?"

"He must have been hurt," Demia said lightly. "He once had a childhood sweetheart whom he was incredibly close to and deeply in love with. He thought that was the most perfect woman. Unfortunately, as the years passed, the woman he loved and longed for gradually grew older (in this case, the magic power) and became less vibrant. They could once embrace the sun together, but now they can only hide in a dark room and enjoy the dampness... Older elves are like this. The older they get, the more they cherish their lives and the less they desire change. Jer, who has been tossed around like this for decades, is an exception. So, he and the girl gradually drifted apart, to the point where he didn't even want to think about it. But... "

Demia deliberately kept the question in suspense, wanting to wait for Aesop to ask her, but Aesop had no intention of asking at all. He just looked at her quietly, waiting for her answer, which made her feel a little bored.

"The elf is still more mature than the human swordsman," Demia said. "He understands his own heart very well and knows very well that he made the wrong choice. It's just that he's still unwilling to face it. Even if it means bearing the consequences of making the wrong choice, he's unwilling to look back at the woman he once was."

After listening to Demia's explanation, Aesop became thoughtful.

"In the end, you are the only one left." Demia looked at Aesop, and his curiosity rose again.

The device behind Demia was not actually her own magic, but an ancient instrument that could see into people's hearts. She then used it to deal with Aesop.

Although the divination on Aesop just now was unsuccessful, it might be because his level was not good enough. Demia really wanted to know whether this ancient instrument could work on Aesop.

She wanted to know who Aesop liked the most.

Could it be...himself? After all, Aesop had spent his entire life in the academy until he was twenty, never having any contact with the opposite sex. So, after he left school, the most outstanding person he would have come into contact with would probably be himself. In this regard, Demia was very confident in himself.

Demia clapped his hands in anticipation, wanting to see if his clone would come out.

However, the door opened, but no one came out.

Demia was slightly stunned.

Is the instrument damaged?

So he clapped his hands again, but still no one came out.

After waiting for a long time, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

She had no choice but to turn around and look at Aesop: "Why not? Can you tell me which image is your favorite?"

Aesop answered without hesitation.

"next."

148 Listen to the Phoenix's cry!

Demia looked at Aesop, and Aesop was also looking at Demia.

Demia was silent for a long time, and kept repeating in his mind, "I am the owner of the Nightmare Shop and I cannot reveal my identity." Finally, he did not say to Aesop, "You are such a bastard."

Although she really wanted to say it, and even had the thought that even if this operation failed, she would say this sentence at the risk of being recognized by Aesop. After all, it was really too cowardly.

"Then... what should I do?" Demia forced a smile, his expression twisted. "Then I won't be able to manifest the nightmare image you want."

Aesop asked, "Why?"

"You're asking why, which is a bit difficult to answer," Demia said. "Isn't it because you don't have anyone you care about in your heart?"

"Didn't I say that what I'm pursuing is the next one?"

"So what?"

Perhaps Aesop's answer just now caused his brain to freeze, so Demia did not react at first. It was only after two seconds that he understood what it meant.

Yes, since Aesop is looking for the next one anyway, why not just find an image that Aesop has never seen before?

From this perspective, Aesop's requirements are really simple.

Others like masochists, those with personality, and those who are innocent.

He's pretty good.

Like the new...

So the term "hipster" is totally ineffective.

Demia sighed softly and said, "Okay then."

Then he turned sideways, pointed at the door behind him and said.

"Just go in directly. Miss Incubus is already waiting for you inside."

Aesop nodded and walked in without asking any more questions.

Watching Aesop walk straight into the room behind him, Demia was speechless.

That room was the trap Demia had prepared for Aesop. Inside, the clone carrying the consciousness of the Death Abyss waited for Aesop. To lure Aesop into this trap without suspicion, Demia had gone to great lengths, meticulously moving ancient facilities to Nightmare Town and building a Nightmare Shop. He then painstakingly devised various plans, starting with Ganchu, then progressing to Stank and Jer, and finally Aesop, a series of linked links.

He even came up with so many random remarks just to make himself sound more like a mysterious fortune teller.

But now, Demia found that these preparations were useless.

Although Aesop did go in and achieved her ultimate goal, it seemed to have nothing to do with her meticulous preparations. It seemed that she didn't need to go through so much trouble. She only needed to build a small shed on the street, and then point to the entrance of the shed and say to Aesop, "Do you want to go in? There is a nightmare with huge breasts in it." Aesop would walk in happily without any doubt.

But this is too lame!

Demia felt deeply frustrated.

But no matter what, the goal has been achieved, and all that is left is to watch Death Abyss complete its demand on Aesop.

Thinking of this, Demia was about to take off his hat and go backstage to watch, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He turned around abruptly and found it was Aesop.

Aesop did not enter the house, but stood by the door and looked at her.

Demia's heart trembled, thinking, Oh no, could it be that Aesop saw through his trap?! Otherwise, why didn't he go in?

So what should we do? Both she and Death Abyss only have one consciousness here, so there is no way they can defeat Aesop.

Is this ambush going to fail again?

Just as Demia was lost in thought, Aesop spoke slowly: "I think this is unfair."

"Uh..." Demia was slightly stunned, "What's unfair?"

Aesop pointed to the room inside and said, "There's only one nightmare in the room, but both Stank and Jer had to choose one, but I can only choose one? This isn't fair."

So, is it just because of this?