An invincible journey starting from a different race

"...What if you meet someone who can beat you?"

Aesop answered very straightforwardly: "Then I will run away."

Stank: "..."

You are worthy of being like this. You are obviously a strong man, but you don’t have the slightest bit of a strong demeanor. Yet you are so down-to-earth.

"Besides..." Aesop said slowly, "I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I be afraid? The potion I gave her is obviously more valuable than the mushroom soup she gave me. She made a profit, so she should be grateful to me. But she didn't even say thank you. The forest people are so rude."

As he spoke, Aesop sighed softly and shook his head, looking extremely disappointed with the local atmosphere in the forest.

The three of them could only respond to Aesop with silence. They knew very well that there might be someone in this world who could surpass Aesop in strength, but it would be impossible for anyone to defeat him with words.

He is so invincible.

Aesop looked at the time and found that it was only morning, but the second assessment had already ended. The third assessment would not start until tomorrow, which meant that he would have nothing to do all day.

So he turned around and said to the three of them, "There's a Dream Shop in the forest, right? I'm planning to go take a look. Do you want to join me?"

Bruce was shocked: "Are you still going to the Dream Shop?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Aren't you afraid that old woman will find a reason to kick you out?" The old woman Bruce was referring to was naturally Ivy. He was almost eliminated from the competition last night due to the tricolor incident, so he was still feeling a bit uneasy. "Didn't she say to exercise moderation and restraint? Have you forgotten that?"

"It doesn't matter." Aesop said, "Then I just need to be more restrained."

"You're still restraining yourself even after going to the Incubus Shop!"

"It's indeed very restrained." Aesop said, "I haven't been to the Dream Demon Shop for many days. Isn't it restrained to go there after such a long absence?"

"...Why do you have to go at this time?"

Aesop replied, "Because I want to understand the local customs and characteristics of the forest... Is there anything wrong?"

Bruce, Stark and Jair looked at each other. They really wanted to say, "Who would believe you if you said that?" But they also thought that if it was Aesop, he would probably really think so, at least he did so himself.

In terms of pursuing lust with a sincere and pure heart, none of the three of them can compare to Aesop.

"But, Aesop," Jer tried to stop Aesop in another way. "Even if you want to go to the Dream Demon Shop, it's not that easy. You probably don't know that the currency in the forest is not the same as the currency outside."

"Is there such a thing?" Stank was also a little surprised.

"Yes." Jer nodded and spread his hands. "And we don't have any forest currency right now. So... so far, the three of us are all broke and there's no way we can go to the Nightmare Shop."

After hearing what Jair said, Stank and Bruce felt relieved.

They knew that what Aesop valued most was fairness... Although his standards of fairness could not be fully appreciated most of the time, Aesop did value fairness very much and would basically not do anything for free.

So there is no need to worry about Aesop insisting on visiting the Nightmare Shop and then being eliminated by Ivy.

……Maybe?

And Jer's words did make Aesop fall into deep thought.

Well, having no money is indeed a problem.

However, this problem did not bother Aesop for too long. Soon he thought of something, snapped his fingers and said, "Then let's go make money first."

"...What?" Stank was stunned. "How are you going to make money?"

Aesop did not answer, but returned to his room.

Not long after, he came out holding the basin with plenty of foot washing... oh no, potion left.

Several people's eyes widened immediately.

"You damn it, you don't want to..."

It turned out that Aesop was good at turning things that others couldn't think of or do into reality. So every once in a while, the people in the forest would see a strange lineup appearing on the street.

The leader was a young man who looked very innocent, while the three people following behind him looked very guilty and timid, and did not seem like good people at all.

"Hey, hey, hey, Aesop, forget it." Stank couldn't help but step forward and said to Aesop, "How can you possibly sell this thing?"

"Why can't it be sold?" Aesop asked back.

“Who would buy your footbath water?”

"This isn't foot washing water." Aesop said seriously, "This is a potion that can enhance magic power."

He paused, then added.

"It just happened to be made from feet, but there's nothing we can do about it. It was all that Mushroom Lady's request."

"When did she make such a request?"

Aesop walked to a shop selling juice and said, "I can sell it here."

Seeing that Aesop was unmoved, Stank couldn't help but sigh: "If you don't believe me, forget it. Let me make a bet with you. If you can really sell it, I will, I will..."

Before Stank could decide what to do, Jer added, "Stank will go to the sex change shop and turn into a female incubus to fight you off."

"?"

Just as Stank was about to lose his temper, Aesop shook his head and said, "That's not necessary. Stank's appearance is not what I like."

"...?"

Stank suddenly felt as if two swords were stuck in his chest, causing a sharp pain.

"Don't look down on me, you bastard!" The swordsman's pride burned like a rising flame. "If I change my gender to become a woman, then there will be no place for other women! If you can really sell this foot washing water, then I will really go to the gender conversion shop and let you do whatever you want!"

Seeing that Stank was inexplicably ignited, Aesop tilted his head. Although he felt a little strange, he still agreed: "Okay."

Then he walked into the juice shop carrying the basin, and the three immediately followed him.

Aesop explained his purpose to the boss, and did not omit the information that the soup was made with feet.

The boss immediately showed an expression of disbelief: "Are you crazy? Who would buy your foot washing water?"

Stank immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was still a normal person.

Then he felt a little regretful. He had just been talking about the conditions for Aesop's success, but had not mentioned the consequences of his failure. This was totally unfair. He had to think of a way to add something... Should he use the same requirements to force Aesop to go to a sex change shop?

What kind of dark game is this?

However, just as Stank was daydreaming, he suddenly heard his boss say "Hey".

"Don't say that." The boss scratched his head and said puzzledly, "This thing...smells strangely fragrant."

Stank: “?”

Please, please, let me try it again!

"This thing seems to be really weird."

The juice shop owner carefully looked at the pot of potion in front of him and felt very embarrassed.

The dilemma was that he could indeed smell the extraordinary power in this potion, which exuded a fascinating aura. However, the appearance of this thing was indeed not very good, especially since the maker said it was brewed with feet, which really made him unsure of what to do with it.

After thinking for a while, the juice shop owner said to Aesop, "Your stuff is indeed quite magical, but I don't know how to give you a price. So, how about this? Just leave it with me and help you sell it. I'll only take 10% of the proceeds, but I will explain the origin of this magic potion to the customer. What do you think?"

Aesop thought about it, felt there was no problem, and nodded.

The juice shop owner was immediately relieved, and Stank on the other side was also relieved. At least it was not sold immediately. Although the juice shop owner did not look normal (shouldn't a normal person refuse directly), the customer should be a normal person, and no one would be willing to spend money to drink foot washing water.

"In that case, you and your friend can wait over here." The juice shop owner pointed to the tables and chairs nearby and said, "I can only help you sell for one afternoon. My shop is all about freshness. All juices... yours can still be considered juice, so to speak, can't be kept for more than one afternoon, or it'll go bad. If it doesn't sell after one afternoon, you can't blame me."

"No problem." Aesop said, "My potion is also fresh. I just brewed it this morning."

Juice shop owner: “…”

It would be better if you didn't say that it was cooked with feet.

But the juice shop owner also knew that human magicians did like to add some strange things when brewing potions. I heard that some perverts even liked to add boogers into potions, but I don't know if it's true.

But which is more disgusting, adding boogers or boiling it with feet?

The juice shop owner was at a loss for what to do, wondering if selling this would ruin his shop's reputation as "clean and hygienic." But it was too late to regret it now; he had already agreed to the deal, so he decided to sell it.

At this time, the four of them were already sitting at the small table nearby, waiting.

"Aesop, you'd better give up." Stank continued to speak to Aesop, "Have you forgotten the Flower Fairy Tavern opened by the dwarf in Nightmare Town? Look at what happened to that shop."

Aesop said, "But you still drank it, didn't you? And you drank it happily."

Stank choked, then said rather awkwardly, "Didn't they know it was a dwarf who stepped on it? And he was drugged. Under normal circumstances, who would drink that kind of wine? No normal person would drink wine that was stepped on by a man. But in your case, the store manager would tell the customers that you stepped on it. Think about it, when customers see a stinky man like you, will they still be in the mood to drink? So you'd better give up. You can't win this bet!"

Aesop still insisted: "I think I can win, but..."

"but what?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "If I win, can you cover your face when we go to the Gender Change Incubus Shop? Otherwise, I really can't convince myself to fight."

Stank: "..."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

If Aesop was a woman, he would definitely go up and beat Hongru severely, but Aesop was a man, and a stinky man that he could hardly beat, so Stank could only endure it temporarily and wait for Aesop to fail in this bet.

Just watch, Aesop, no one will come to buy your foot washing water this afternoon!

There are not so many psychopaths in this world!

……

Aaliya feels very tired.

How many times has this failed?

She couldn't quite recall it, but as far as she could remember, it had been at least five years since she became a third-level magician. During those five years, she had tried countless times to improve, to shed her status as a beginner magician, but she couldn't. It was as if her talent was already at that point, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't improve her magic any further.

This made Alia very unwilling. Although she knew that at her current age, reaching the third level of magician was already a decent achievement.

But Alia still felt that it was not enough, because once the tree demon passed that age, its magic power would be relatively stable, and it would not be so easy to practice it in the future.

Hey... When will I succeed? I need to enter level 4 soon.

Alia sighed and walked into her favorite juice shop.

She didn't even have the desire to look up at the boss. She just weakly ordered the juice she usually drank and waited for the boss to prepare it for her.

But the boss didn't do anything. Instead, he said hesitantly, "Um...Alia, did you successfully advance to the fourth-level magician?"

When Alia heard what the shop owner said, she immediately became angry.

It’s really hard to pick up any pot!

Now Alia lost all mood and even lost the mood to drink juice. She immediately stood up from the chair and prepared to leave, thinking that she must reach level four this time, otherwise she would never leave the house!

She swears!

But the shop owner stopped Alia again and said, "Well, Alia, I don't mean to laugh at you. I just want to tell you that I have a new juice... uh, potion. Maybe it will help you with your practice?"

Potion?

Alia stopped, turned around, and looked at the shop owner suspiciously: "Don't you sell juice here? Why are you selling potions?"

The shop owner smiled awkwardly: "This... just suddenly became available, but it wasn't made by me, it was made by someone else, and the production method is rather strange..."

Then the shop owner told Alia how to make the potion.

After hearing this, Alia's eyes widened and her anger rose again.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?!" Arya said, "How could a potion be made from feet... That must be foot washing water! Are you trying to trick me into drinking foot washing water?!"

"Well, it's really not footbath water, but it's quite strange." The shop owner lifted the basin and said, "You can take a look..."

"I'm looking at you!" Arya said angrily, "Who do you think I, Arya, am... oh no, a tree?! I'm a magician, I have dignity! Even if there really is footbath water that can elevate my realm, I definitely won't... hiss... why does it smell so good?"

After a while, everyone watched as Arya drank all the potions in the basin in one breath, rushed to Aesop, grabbed his shoulders and shouted loudly.

"Give it to me! Give me more!"

"Let me taste your feet... no, your potion!"

"Please!"

162 Little Bees Gathering Flowers

An hour later, Stank stood in front of the juice shop, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky obscured by countless branches. His weathered black eyes were full of doubts about life.