Invincible Journey Starting from a Different Race

This was Aesop's first time leaving the Dea Academy.

In fact, it was the first time in over a decade that he left the mage tower—Stellar—that had been specially built for him by the academy.

He had thought about leaving long ago, wanting to see the world outside the mage tower, but he was always met with strict refusals from Eberl. It wasn't just Eberl; every one of his mentors forbade him from leaving the Stellar Tower, and their excuses were always the same.

"The outside world is too dangerous!"

"You haven't even become an arcanist yet, how can you dare to go out?!"

"There are all kinds of man-eating monsters out there—demons, fire dragons, goblins—all of them want your life!"

"Once they catch you, they'll find all sorts of ways to torture you, eat your flesh, drink your blood, and play with your little jj!"

After such a barrage of intimidation, the young Aesop abandoned the thought of leaving the mage tower, dedicating himself to his studies. Even when he encountered that royal princess, he thought that even if he became an arcanist, he would absolutely never leave the Stellar Tower.

Then he met that princess.

In fact, he had already forgotten her name.

He couldn't quite remember what she looked like either.

The only thing he remembered was that incredibly magnificent—something he had never seen before—human heart.

What was it that made his chest swell with emotion…?

Why was it that just one glance at her made him sink uncontrollably?

Even a certain part of his body reacted.

Before this, he had always thought that part of the body was only for urination.

It was true that a long time ago, his mentor Sara had mentioned knowledge in this area, saying that desire could arise between men and women. But at that time, looking at the emaciated, zombie-like Sara, who smiled without showing her teeth (because she had none), he couldn't feel any desire at all. He thought it was because he was exceptionally gifted, as Eberl had said, destined to become the greatest arcanist, so he wouldn't have such mundane desires.

But now, Isor realized it wasn't that he was not mundane.

It was that Mentor Sara... was too unworldly.

Thus, Isor was determined to see the outside world.

Otherwise, this thought would become his inner demon, preventing him from taking that final step into the extraordinary.

So he ran away.

Although there were many defensive barriers near the Star Tower, those obstacles were nothing compared to the bewilderment he faced when he escaped into the "colorful world."

Yes, most of Isor's understanding of this world came from various books and artifacts. He knew the dates and places of legendary battles between arcanists and dragons, and he knew the celestial phenomena that lasted for a century when certain individuals fell... but he just didn't know whether to step out with his left foot or right foot first.

In this bustling royal capital, the number of people Isor saw at a glance was greater than all the people he had seen in the past twenty years, which made him feel a bit dizzy.

This wouldn't do; if he didn't run away quickly, he would surely be found by his mentors.

He needed to head toward a more crowded place.

Thus, Isor was swept into a bar called "Rose" by a group of mercenaries.

Afterward, he was stunned by the sight of a bunny girl waitress, unable to look away.

This this this,

So white,

So big,

So scary.

It really made him want to bury his head in and see what it felt like.

Was she really of the same kind as Mentor Sara?!

Were they really both women?!

Isor couldn't find any similarities between the two at all.

The bunny girl waitress noticed Isor; she was a bit surprised that a rough-looking man like him would be in a bar where someone as seemingly innocent as Isor appeared. Since the Deya Academy was nearby, there were occasionally some apprentice arcanists who came to the royal capital, but the self-important arcanists usually didn't mingle with mercenaries, so it was rare for an arcanist to show up here.

But since he was already here, and Isor was indeed quite cute, the bunny girl waitress swayed her hips and walked up to him, smiling as she asked what he needed.

Isor instinctively said, "You."

The bunny girl waitress was momentarily taken aback: "What? You want me?"

Then she immediately burst into a giggle.

"Little brother, you're quite straightforward." The bunny girl waitress patted Isor's face, "But unfortunately, I prefer strong men, not little brothers."

That melodious tone nearly took Isor's soul away.

But the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume that followed made Isor's brows furrow tightly.

What is that strange smell?

It feels so bad.

In an instant, Isor's vitality wilted away.

The bunny girl waitress didn't notice Isor's change; instead, she told him to wait a moment and then slapped a stack of parchment down in front of him.

"Little brother, you shouldn't have too many thoughts about big sister; your teacher might come looking for you soon. Just focus on this 'how to handle xx.'"

After saying that, she swayed her hips and left, leaving Isor with a captivating view of her back.

But Isor's brow still didn't relax; he couldn't understand where that bad smell had come from.

It was just like... rotten cauliflower?

He could smell it as soon as he got closer. Did all women have this?

No, that princess from that day didn't have it at all.

Isor felt a bit strange; he thought he needed to see more women to figure out what was going on.

By the way, what was this stack of parchment?

Isor looked down and found that the title on the top sheet boldly read "Guide to Dream Demons."

What are dream demons?

Curious, Isor continued to read on.

Then, his expression gradually became more and more animated.

...

By the time he finished reading, Isor felt that the door to a new world had opened up to him.

What is this?!

Although there were many descriptions he still couldn't understand, that didn't stop Isor from feeling shocked.

He instinctively wiped the blood that had seeped from his nose.

This... is this a forbidden spell?!

Even just reading the words could cause bodily harm!

But that didn't make sense; he was just one step away from being an arcanist. How could ordinary forbidden spells affect him?

Something was off.

Isor felt he had touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

As a future arcanist, how could Isor tolerate the existence of a knowledge blind spot?!

Moreover, this seemed much more interesting than forbidden spells.

Isor felt he needed someone to explain what all these terms meant.

So who should he ask?

"Why not just contact the authors of these evaluation guidelines directly?"

Aesop looked down and saw a name.

"Adventurer, Stank."