Invincible Journey Starting from a Different Race

Looking at the group of old men in mage robes before her, their faces filled with murderous intent, Elena couldn't help but tremble, resembling an innocent and frightened quail, even though she was the most favored princess of the Deya royal family.

Usually, aside from her father, no one dared to speak to her in a loud voice.

Where is Father? Where is Father? Someone save me!

Elena wanted to shout this out, but she knew it would be useless, as her father, Deya VII, was sitting right next to her, wearing an expression of suppressed fear that was no different from that of a public quail.

There was no other way; after all, the old men before her were not to be trifled with.

Aichi Fulin, a professor of magical theory at the Deya Magic Academy, a seventh-tier super mage, someone who would definitely be treated as an esteemed guest by Deya VII in the royal court.

Kent Hoki, a professor of forbidden spells at the Deya Magic Academy, an eighth-tier super mage, who once helped the Deya Kingdom repel a demonic invasion, a guest of honor to the grandfather of Deya VII, revered as a hero of the kingdom.

...

Ebul James, the dean of Deya Academy, who didn't need any special titles—just knowing he was one of the only two archmages in Deya was enough.

What does it mean to be an archmage?

It means that in a peaceful world like today, if it were a hundred years ago, they could easily wipe out nations; they are the top-tier power among humans, and even the highest-tier demons and the strongest dragons dared not stand before them. They are the strongest guarantee for humanity, a short-lived species, to maintain autonomy among the long-lived ones.

To encounter even one or two of such individuals is already considered a stroke of luck, but now to see them all at once is beyond mere luck.

Elena felt as if the star of death was hovering above her head; she had never witnessed such a scene and was almost fainting from fear, but in front of these powerful mages, she couldn't even faint if she wanted to.

"Ha ha, esteemed Dean Ebul," Deya VII, despite his reluctance, forced a smile, "isn't this a bit of an overreaction…"

Ebul shot a cold glance at Deya VII, who immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.

In fact, as king, he understood the severity of the situation.

Isor Bright.

The future archmage… there were even rumors that he was already an archmage.

What does it mean to be a twenty-year-old archmage?

It means everything.

He is electricity, he is light, he is the only myth!

Deya I was merely a small lord, and it was only by the grace of Deya Academy that he expanded his initially tiny territory into a great kingdom. So, the Deya Academy came first, and the Deya Kingdom followed. To put it bluntly, the Deya Kingdom is merely a vassal of Deya Academy.

And who is Isor?

He is the most valued student of Deya Academy, an unimaginable future. When he was brought back to Deya Academy, all the high-ranking professors were shouting his name, eager to impart their lifelong knowledge to him.

And it is this very person,

who ran away.

And the reason for his escape was…

Deya VII slowly turned his head to look at his daughter's ample bosom.

At this moment, he sincerely felt that having a son is indeed better than having a daughter.

"Let's talk." Ebul tried to calm himself down and then said to Elena, "Who instructed you to do that?"

Elena was on the verge of tears: "N-no one instructed me."

She was just following her father's wishes to make an appearance at Deya Academy, letting those future magical masters know that there was a princess like her, preparing for the royal family to recruit more outstanding mages in the future.

As for Isor, she had already heard about him and merely symbolically expressed a desire to meet this future archmage.

Then she saw Isor in the tower.

"I thought Lord Isor was a bit handsome and cute, so I couldn't help but hug him," Elena was nearly in shock, "I-I-I didn't have any other thoughts!"

"Cute?! You dare to describe an archmage as cute!" Ebul was so furious that his beard trembled. He instinctively raised his staff, aiming it at Elena, "Then I'll show you what 'cute' really is!"

Just a royal princess.

If Isor faltered, Ebul wouldn't care if he wiped out the entire Deya Kingdom.

At that moment, the forbidden spell professor Kent stepped forward to block Ebul.

"Alright, Ebul, we are in a peaceful era now." Kent coughed a couple of times and said, "We shouldn't resort to violence. What we need to do now is find Isor. He hasn't taken the final step to become an archmage, and in this world, he still has enemies."

Kent's words made Ebul calm down slightly. He turned to look at Deya VII, who understood Ebul's meaning and immediately jumped up.

"I will issue a nationwide search… I mean, a search for Lord Isor," Deya said, "We will definitely find him before he leaves the kingdom!"

Ebul snorted coldly: "You better be able to do that, or else…"

He narrowed his eyes and looked again at Elena, gazing at her infuriating bosom, which made him even more irritated.

"If we can't find him, I'll send you to be a dream demon, letting men of all races have their way with your bosom!"

With that, the furious Ebul turned and left, leaving a stunned Elena behind.

...

"Don't worry too much, Ebul." After leaving the palace, Kent comforted Ebul, "Think positively; the fact that Isor could use an illusion to deceive you shows he is indeed very close to that final step."

Ebul remained silent, his expression still stern.

"Strange." The only female mage present, Sarah, said in confusion, "I taught young Isor about physiology, and at that time, he clearly expressed no interest in piston movement. Why the sudden change?"

The group of high-level mages turned to look at Sarah's withered, bone-like face, and they all fell silent.

"Don't worry, Ebul, you have to believe in young Isor; he is your direct disciple!" Aichi said confidently, "He is just curious because he hasn't seen young women before; this is completely understandable."

"But what does that matter? Once he truly comes into contact with those young women, he will understand."

Ebul frowned tightly: "Understand what?"

"Of course, he will understand that women are not as interesting as archmage studies!" Aichi said confidently, "Once he realizes that the opposite sex is just like that, he will naturally devote himself to archmage studies and take that final step."

Hearing this, Ebul's brow immediately relaxed, and he couldn't help but nod.

"Indeed, how can women be more interesting than archmage studies?"

"I still believe in him."

...

In a small tavern in the capital.

Isor looked at the "Dream Demon Evaluation Guide" borrowed from the tavern and couldn't help but wipe away the nosebleed that had suddenly erupted.

This, this, this, this is,

truly fascinating.