An invincible journey starting from a different race

TMD, Stank feels that his current reaction is the same as Gan Qiu’s back then. It turns out that everyone is laughing at Gan Qiu, but are everyone Gan Qiu?

"Sorry, Stank." Jer rubbed his eyes, which had tears in his eyes. "This kind of thing where they mainly produce and sell by themselves is the first time I've seen it."

"How can it be self-produced and self-sold? Huh? How can it be self-produced and self-sold?" Stank struggled to explain. "That's blood, okay?! It's blood, not something special! Haven't you ever tasted your own blood?! This kind of thing is very common. When I was a kid, I accidentally scraped my hand. I didn't want other family members to find out, so when I tried to stop the bleeding myself, I would stick out my tongue to lick it and disinfect it with saliva... Isn't this a common thing? What's so funny about it? I really don't understand."

After hearing this, Bruce patted Stank on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "I understand you, Stank. I really do. Especially for orcs like us, using saliva to stop bleeding after being injured in battle is really a very common thing."

Stank turned to look at Bruce, his eyes full of emotion: "Bruce..."

"But we haven't tasted the blood from that place," Bruce said, "so we're still a little different from you."

"Go to hell! Die now! You're not going to die, are you? Draw your sword! Draw your sword and fight me!"

Stank turned into a monster again, clamoring to compete with Bruce.

Only Aesop never mocked Stank, but Stank was not moved. He noticed that Aesop wanted to speak several times, probably to comfort himself, but was stopped by Stank in time.

"I beg you, please stop using that comforting mouth of yours."

Aesop shook his head: "I didn't mean to comfort you."

"… Then who are you?"

"I was thinking about how to make fun of you in a more interesting way." Aesop said seriously.

Stank: "..."

It's exposed! It's completely exposed, you damn black-bellied bastard!

Forget it, Stank didn't want to care about it anymore. He was tired and now he just wanted to leave this damn sad place as soon as possible.

...Well, I can't leave right away. I haven't obtained the power of nature, and I haven't seen the legendary forest grandmother. If I just leave like this, wouldn't all the injustice I suffered be in vain?

"Come to think of it, you guys actually brought that thing with you." Stank glanced at the nectar bottles in the hands of Aesop, Bruce, and Jer and said, "Can you please throw it away? It's really disgusting."

“This is a souvenir.”

"I don't see what's so memorable about this thing." Stank rolled his eyes. "Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to hold it in your hands?"

"Why do you feel nauseous?"

"Just think about what's in there!" After being disgusted for so long, Stank decided to retaliate against the three people, doubling his efforts. So he said gently, "Just think about it, your descendants are sealed in nectar in a small bottle..."

"Stop it, damn it! I can already imagine it." Bruce raised his hand to stop Stank. "Stank, you can't do this! Have you forgotten our original intention? No matter what, this is an experience worth remembering."

"Yes." Aesop also agreed, "The money I made from the potion has been used up. Now I have no money left. I plan to use this to make some more money."

The three of them were slightly stunned. At first, they didn't understand what Aesop meant. When they realized what was going on, their expressions changed.

"Aesop! Can you please be a human being? Huh?!"

"I really am begging you to be a human being. Are you going to sell this thing for money?!"

"Stop it, really stop it! You're going to go to hell like this, rolling in the frying pan a hundred and eighty times!"

Aesop understood what the three meant and glanced at them sideways: "What are you thinking? I'm not like you. I use prosthetic limbs."

Everyone then came to their senses.

Yes, Aesop used prosthetic limbs and did not go to the war in person like them.

"It's a prosthetic limb, so how do you sell it?"

After spending so much time with Aesop, everyone knew that his body was quite miraculous, a treasure trove. So, they were already thinking, if they ever became broke and couldn't make ends meet, could they steal some of Aesop's strange hair... ahem, hair, of course, and then sell it for money?

Now that we have found a seller, we can sell it to Zi Teng! Zi Teng will definitely be willing to pay for it.

Just grab the wool of the wisteria and pull it hard.

"But I've injected my magic power into it." Aesop shook the bottle and made a motion as if he were making coffee. "So it should still have some effect, but I can't say how much."

Stank's mouth twitched slightly. "But even if it's a prosthetic limb, it's still a limb. You could tie that thing to that place before. Is it really okay?"

"What does it matter?" Aesop said, "No one will delve into it anyway."

At the moment, Aesop's magic power is very different from when he just graduated from the academy. The purest star magic has now been dyed with various colors. Aesop doesn't know whether this is a good thing or not.

But the magic power he controls is changing more and more, which should be a good thing.

No, it has to be a good thing.

You must have this idea in mind so that you can feel justified when spending money at the Nightmare Shop.

Seeing that none of the three had any intention of throwing away the bottle, Stank hesitated for a moment and decided not to throw away his own half bottle.

Indeed, no matter what, it's a commemoration. I once aspired to experience nightmares all over the world, but this is just the beginning. If I give up now, what will I do if I encounter even more bizarre nightmares in the future?

After all, these are my own experiences, and I'll be looking at them myself when I'm old. I won't be giving them away, so what's the harm in keeping them? Just respect local customs and practices.

Thinking of this, Stank felt much better, so the four of them returned to their residence, each carrying a small bottle.

And Zi Teng was already waiting for them, looking very anxious.

"Where have you been?" Upon seeing the three people, Zi Teng immediately stood up and walked towards them, still shouting, "Hurry, hurry, the new assessment is coming."

"What test?" Several people were shocked. They wondered if they had sneaked out to play and missed the test. That would be too unfair. "Didn't they say there was no test today?"

"A gift for Grandmother," Zi Teng said. "Grandmother has never been in a relationship, nor has she received a gift from a male friend. So, hey, this is a sudden test, just to see how prepared the contestants are! Now everyone has submitted theirs, except for a few of you who don't know where you are, so are you prepared..."

Halfway through his words, Zi Teng's eyes lit up when he saw the bottles of different colors in the hands of the four people.

"Oh, you're already prepared. That's really thoughtful of you. I'll hand it over to Grandma right away! I'll also say a few good words for you. Grandma will definitely be very happy!"

Before the four people could react, Zi Teng snatched the bottle away with her vines and quickly left, leaving the four people standing there, still not able to react and looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, Stank spoke first, and he said with tears in his eyes.

"If, I mean if... tell me, if we run away now, will we still be able to... leave the forest alive?"

Grandma, this tastes wrong.

The core hall of Yorgor Forest.

The grandmother of the forest is nestled in the center of the hall.

Her body was immense, like a small mountain. Thousands of years ago, she spread thousands of branches from her body, giving rise to the Yor Forest. However, time had passed, and she had lost her former strength. Those branches that once stretched for thousands of meters had long since withered, leaving only a small section around her.

Although she is still huge compared to other tree monsters, she no longer has the ability to shake the world.

Now, she is just a kind old woman with one last wish, squinting her eyes and watching her descendants working hard for her last life.

"Isn't it a bit presumptuous to suddenly want a gift?" Grandma said slowly, her words full of the vicissitudes of life. "You didn't even ask them to prepare it in advance."

Ivy below replied calmly, "No, Grandmother. Sudden tests are the best way to select the right person. If someone only wants to take, but doesn't know how to give, how can they be qualified to approach you, Grandmother?"

"You..." Grandma said with a smile, "There's no need to take this matter too seriously. You can just think of it as my last bit of willfulness as an old woman. There's no need to take it too seriously."

"No, Grandma, we must do our best to fulfill all your requests," Ivy said. "We have brought the gifts from most of the candidates. Please review them one by one."

Hearing Ivy's words, Grandmother sat up a little straighter. "Well, then let me see what these foreign guests have prepared for me, an old woman here."

Seeing the expectation flashing in her grandmother's eyes, Ivy didn't dare to neglect it. In fact, she was really serious, and even more serious than her grandmother imagined.

Before bringing her gifts to see her grandmother, she had already screened them.

Exclude gifts that seem perfunctory, insincere, or too shabby.

I just don’t want my grandmother to feel upset or disappointed when she sees those rubbish gifts. The gifts that can be given to my grandmother must be those rare treasures.

Because there were not enough, she secretly stuffed a few pieces in to make up the number, hoping that her grandmother would like them.

"The first item," Ivy asked the dryad behind her to present, "is the Crystal Heart from the Ocean City! This is the largest, roundest, and most lustrous pearl gem found in the deep sea in the past five hundred years!"

A pearl almost as big as a fist was presented to the grandmother. The pearl was so bright that it could almost be used as a mirror.

Grandmother just glanced at it and smiled, saying, "Pearl gems, truly wonderful things... I remember a long time ago, a sea city lord gave me a similar one, but I don't know where I lost it. Pearls are indeed kind, but they're ultimately not suitable for the forest."

Ivy's heart sank, realizing that her grandmother definitely wasn't interested.

The first gift was ruined just like that, even though she was obviously very optimistic about it.

But it was over, and Ivy's expression didn't change at all. She quickly sent the servant to the second one.

"The Clara Diamond! This was presented by the Goblin Lord," Ivy said. "It's also the largest, roundest, most lustrous, and even the most exquisitely polished diamond in the last hundred years."

"Really?" Grandma said. "It seems like there's no difference between diamonds and gemstones. They're all just stones."

ivy:"……"

If someone else said this, Ivy would definitely object, but because it was her grandmother who said this, Ivy could only bear it and let the servant take the third one.

But at this time she already felt a little uneasy, because diamonds and gems were the most precious of all the gifts, but her grandmother did not like them. The subsequent gifts could not be said to be bad, but they were still slightly inferior to these two.

The third gift was a sword. Before Ivy could introduce it, she heard her grandmother say in a teasing tone, "My sword isn't bad either. This sword is for me to be buried with me after I'm buried, haha..."

Ivy fell silent, not even introducing herself, and told the servant to take the fourth one.

...and so on until the tenth present, when all the gifts had been presented, even the one Ivy had prepared to make up the number, had been shown to Grandmother, but Grandmother still didn't express any interest in any of the items.

This made Ivy feel very panicked. It was not because she was afraid of being blamed by her grandmother, but because she felt that she could not even do such a small thing in the last moments of her grandmother's life, and she felt very guilty.

Grandma also noticed Ivy's anxiety and comforted her, "It's okay, you've done well enough."

Ivy pursed her lips. Although she was considered an absolute elder in the forest, she was like a stubborn little girl in front of her grandmother. She was about to say something when she heard Wisteria's voice behind her: "Grandma! Let me see you! I brought the remaining four gifts!"

Wisteria?

Ivy's brows immediately furrowed, not because she hated Wisteria, but because she knew that Wisteria was tied to the quartet.

After Aesop's astonishing performance this morning, Ivy had already labeled the four of them as "psychotic" in her mind, and she was determined not to let them get close to her grandmother.

So when I was receiving the gifts, I was quite happy to find out that they were not there. I didn't expect them to show up at this time.

Grandma also heard Ziteng's voice, and the smile on her face became even kinder: "Ziteng, let her in."

If it were before, Ivy would definitely try every means to stop Zither from bringing in the gifts from those four people, but now, the gifts she prepared were useless, so naturally she couldn't stop Zither. She could only nod and let the servants let Zither out.

Zi Teng ran in breathlessly, holding four small bottles of different colors in her hands: "Grandma, these are the remaining four gifts."

Ivy's brows immediately furrowed as soon as she saw what Zi Teng was holding.

nectar?!

Are you kidding me?! What kind of gift is this? A forest specialty, given to the grandmother of the forest?!

Ivy was about to lose her temper when she heard her grandmother say with a hint of surprise, "Oh? It's nectar? What a surprise... Come to think of it, I haven't tasted nectar in hundreds of years. You know, I used to love sweet things. You're so thoughtful! Come and let me have a taste."

Zi Teng immediately handed over the bottles, placing Aesop's in front.

Grandma took the bottles, weighed them in her hand, and placed one of them in front of Ivy with a smile.

Ivy was slightly taken aback, not understanding why her grandmother did this.

Grandma smiled and said, "Let's try it together... I remember when you were little, you loved to pester me to drink nectar."

At that moment, Ivy felt her eyes were a little dry, and her memory was instantly pulled back to a hundred years ago.

"grandmother……"

"Come, try it," said the grandmother, smiling. "Let's try it together."

Ivy nodded heavily. At this moment, she was like the little girl a hundred years ago. She took the red nectar and took a light sip.

Well... this is my childhood...

Ok?

Ivy's brow furrowed again.

Why does it feel like... this taste is not right?

Ivy took another sip, drank a little more this time, and smacked her lips vigorously after finishing it.

This smell... just doesn't feel right.

Could it be expired? How dare those four guys use expired nectar to trick them?!

Ivy quickly raised her head and looked at her grandmother: "Grandma, this smell doesn't seem right..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly froze.

Everyone was stunned.

Because in front of their eyes, after drinking the bottle of nectar in her hand, the dead skin on her grandmother's body was peeling off little by little, and tender new skin was growing. The old face now had some of the spirit of her youth, which was a scene that had not happened in a hundred years.

Everyone was stunned.