Invincible Journey Starting from a Different Race

Adventurer.

Aesop had heard of this profession; it was a group of people who made a living by hunting monsters with their skills. During the war years, they were called mercenaries, but now, in a time of peace, they were simply monster hunters.

But why would monster-hunting adventurers write a guide for evaluations?

Could it be that these slime girls, elves, and fairies are the monsters they hunt?

Aesop was very interested and couldn't wait to start hunting.

But how would he go about it?

That was the biggest problem. Sneaking out from the academy to the royal capital was already the farthest he had ever traveled in his life. Now he needed to go even farther, and the small town marked on this evaluation guide was one he had never even heard of.

Regardless, walking was definitely not a realistic option; he would need some form of transportation.

Even if Aesop lacked common sense, he understood that the outside world required money. However, Aesop had no money. So what could he do?

After pondering for a moment, he stared at the clothes he was wearing, vaguely remembering that Dean Eberle had once told him that everything on him, from the mage robe outside to the little shorts inside, was worth a fortune. Since that was the case...

Without further thought, Aesop went to a pawnshop and walked inside.

...

"Where could that kid Aesop have gone?" Kent asked. "This is his first time out of the academy, and he knows nothing about the outside world. Where could he go?"

Eberle snorted coldly and said, "Where he goes is not important; what matters is that he definitely wants to leave this place. We should be considering how he plans to leave."

"There are so many ways for a nearly transcendent archmage to leave," Kent said somewhat helplessly. "How do we find him?"

"He is only close to transcendent, not truly transcendent, and I... am," Eberle said. "Let's treat this as his final test for entering the transcendent realm, to let him know how a true arcanist operates."

As Eberle spoke, he raised his staff and solemnly recited a spell.

"No teleportation magic allowed here!"

"No flying magic allowed here!"

"No summoning or reverse summoning magic allowed here!"

With each statement, incomprehensible symbols flowed from Eberle's mouth, scattering like a barrier across the royal capital, inscribing one decree after another in the sky above.

This is what an arcanist is.

He is the very embodiment of rules.

"All methods of leaving have been prohibited by me," Eberle said with a cold smile. "How does he plan to escape?"

"Is he going to ride out on a horse in a flamboyant manner?"

...

When Aesop left the pawnshop, he was now wearing a set of clothes that couldn't be more ordinary.

He had sold all his previous belongings, and just as his teacher had said, everything on him was indeed valuable. The pawnshop owner had been wide-eyed during the appraisal.

Of course, it could also be that Aesop's nonchalant expression when he removed his underwear had shocked the pawnshop owner.

But regardless, he now had money.

At that moment, a group of soldiers on horseback rushed by, shouting, "Seal off this street!"

"We must find Lord Aesop!"

When the soldiers' gazes swept past the pawnshop, they didn't linger at all and immediately moved on.

Because Aesop had changed his appearance.

He had transformed into a muscular man standing two meters tall.

No one could possibly connect his current appearance with his previous one.

Disguise magic was not considered high-level magic.

But it had a powerful effect: only those with similar or greater magical power could see through the disguise.

In the entire Deya, only a few instructors could match Aesop's magical level.

So he really needed to make a quick escape; he couldn't stay here any longer.

Aesop looked at the horses the soldiers were riding and suddenly knew how to leave. He asked for directions and made his way to the stables, wanting to buy a horse.

Unfortunately, the stables had already been sealed off, as it seemed the Deya royal family anticipated that Aesop would try to leave on horseback.

This made things quite difficult.

Feeling somewhat troubled, Aesop caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up.

He saw several centaur girls stretching and laughing as they walked by.

The centaur tribe was related to horses, although they were very reluctant to admit it, believing they were the more human part rather than the horse.

During the war, the centaur tribe was crucial as a transport unit. Although their carrying capacity was not as strong as regular horses, they were smart, having a human upper body, which allowed them to replace regular horses as the main transporters during the war.

After the war ended and peace was established, they transitioned into transport for merchant caravans.

This was Aesop's understanding of centaurs, which he had gleaned from books.

Since he couldn't ride a horse, why not ride a centaur instead?

Especially when Aesop noticed their upper bodies, which were merely covered by a piece of cloth, he couldn't help but walk toward them.

However, just as he was about to reach them, Aesop recalled the words of the bunny girl waitress he had spoken to earlier in the tavern.

"Sorry, I don't like little boys; I prefer strong men~"

Strong?

Do women really prefer strong men?

Aesop carefully examined his current physique; he was already quite strong, but perhaps it wasn't enough.

So he used magic to make himself even bigger, like a moving small mountain, and then he walked step by step toward the centaur girls.

The centaur girls were still chatting and laughing.

"Ah, this deal turned out pretty well."

"Yeah, finally we can take a good rest."

"I just need a little more money, and I can go home."

Then, they felt a shadow completely enveloping them.

Instinctively, they looked up and saw a muscular man as big as a small mountain with a full beard looking down at them.

"Excuse me," Aesop said in a deep, resonant voice, "could you let me ride you?"

All the centaur girls were stunned.

The smallest centaur looked at Aesop's arms, which were thicker than her thighs, and her face turned pale as she shook her head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, you're too big! I'm too small; I can't ride!"

With such a large build, it could be deadly!

"I'm willing to pay."

"This isn't about the money…"

Aesop pulled out a bag of gold coins and displayed it in front of them. "Is this enough?"

All the centaur girls were dumbfounded.

Seeing that they had no response, Aesop thought it might not be enough and added another bag.

"How about this?"

The previously slenderest centaur gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

"I'll do it!"

All the centaur girls turned to her with incredulous expressions.

Tears were almost flowing from her eyes, but she wore a look of determination.

"Once I finish this job, I'll go home and get married!"

Just as the smallest centaur was about to leave with Aesop, she was stopped by another centaur.

"No, Xiao Na, you're our sister; how can we let you walk into the abyss?"

Xiao Na turned around, "Big sister…"

The centaur called 'big sister' adjusted her glasses and then said to Aesop, "Sir, would you mind if we..."

"Joined in?"