This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Senior Sister, I still don’t quite understand the things about Magic Runes that Instructor Lucien mentioned to me before..." Next to the training ground, Edison licked a test tube softly and spoke of his confusion to Carly.

A smile appeared on Carly’s face; she relished putting on the airs of a senior sister in front of Edison. Although, if ages were to be counted, she might be even younger than Edison.

But under the glow of a few "Physical Potion·Large," such age difference was like the last remnants of snow in early spring, hardly worth mentioning.

Like now, Edison calling Carly, who was nearly a head shorter than himself, "Senior Sister" had become quite natural.

"No problem, where do you not understand? I can explain it to you again," Carly beamed upon hearing Edison’s very pleasing address of "Senior Sister." She thrust out her little chest and cleared her throat, perfectly capturing the poise of a senior sister.

Even to display the "dignity of a senior sister" in front of Edison, Carly had, in the past few nights, even reviewed the practice booklets she had studied before, to be able to "display her sanctity" in front of Edison—just like Instructor Lucien had done in front of her.

Dullness concealing the sharpness within, grace revealed unconsciously.

Indeed, Carly had not mastered one hundred percent of the knowledge Lucien had taught her, but in front of Edison, her composure was maxed out. Accompanied by a sufficient supply of potions, she established a towering and majestic image of a senior sister in Edison’s mind.

"Senior Sister, it’s mainly this part, about the Morgan Rune number 3 and its transformation..." Edison took out his note-taking booklet and began to quickly seek answers.

Carly, while looking at Edison’s notebook that somewhat resembled scrawled talismans, patiently explained, "The meaning of Morgan Rune number 3 is similar to ’growth’ or ’inheritance,’ of course, it can also be used more broadly, like in the Practice Model number 3, where its role leans more towards ’transition’..."

As Edison listened to Carly’s explanation, his gaze gradually became unfocused... He seemed to recall a corner of a fishing village from fragments of his memory, he also thought of the magnificent clouds he had seen in the ruins of Cloud Country, and from the Morgan Rune number 3 that loosely resembled a simple drawing of a seahorse, he even thought of a fermented seahorse—a food he hadn’t tasted but existed in his memory.

However, these memories, though varied, had nothing to do with learning or directly related to Morgan Rune number 3.

At this point, Carly also clearly noticed this, and her expression suddenly became very "colorful."

Pop—

She promptly pulled the stopper from a test tube and poured about a third of the physical potion inside onto the ground.

It must be said, Carly’s move had an excellent effect on Edison.

Upon smelling the unique, light fruity fragrance of the physical potion, Edison’s drifting gaze refocused, his nose lightly sniffing the air while his body grew restless, reminiscent of a student who hears the bell signal the end of the last morning class.

However, what greeted him was Carly’s fist hammering down on his head after she jumped up.

"Focus!" Carly seemed to channel the feeling she had when Instructor Lucien had once flicked her head, but unlike her past clumsiness, Edison before her was the kind that was stubborn in his ignorance.

Sometimes, she really wanted to deliver a punch to help the fool in front of her clear his head.

"If you don’t listen carefully, you can figure out your noon potion by yourself!" Carly looked at Edison, who was now humbly admitting his error, yet by his demeanor, one could tell he had no intention of repenting. She gently exhaled and, with the kindest tone, spoke the cruelest words to Edison.

Edison shuddered from head to toe; clearly, Carly’s words had hit him where it hurt.

The effect was remarkable.

"Good, now I’ll explain it one last time..." Carly, seeing Edison now striving to open his eyes wide, full of the will to survive, nodded in satisfaction.

...

Meanwhile, Lucien sat at his desk on the other side, where his work was coming to an end.

"Although it’s only a trial using the existing wizard formation, I’ve managed to construct the prototype of a capturing trap." Lucien looked at the "fish hook" he had crafted for Adeline, with a satisfied expression in his eyes.

It appeared to be a blank scroll, but the edges of the scroll were framed with a special frame that carried unique runes, making it look like a blank picture frame.

Yet, in reality, it was a special Witch Tool designed to bind Spiritual Bodies or creatures from the Nightmare World that existed in two dimensions, possessing a strong binding effect on these unique beings, capable of imprisoning them within the confines of a two-dimensional narrow cage.

"Let’s give it a try..." Lucien picked up the special picture frame and then he closed the barrier-type wizard formation in the lab while using his spiritual power to manipulate this picture frame Witch Tool, releasing it into the Dream Layer.

It was like a child holding a net, gently scooping in a pond.

Soon, Lucien felt the weight of the drawing from the picture frame become rapidly heavier and could even feel a sensation like a foreign object struggling inside the frame.

"Caught one," Lucien’s eyes brightened, realizing that he must have captured some kind of creature wandering in the Dream Layer, and it seemed to be a big one.

He quickly controlled his spiritual power to pull the picture frame out from the Dream Layer and also reactivated the temporarily closed wizard formation.

After preparing all these steps, Lucien focused his attention on the picture frame now in front of him.

Unlike the somewhat clean image from before, the canvas inside the picture frame was now filled with a dynamic beauty.

Strange-looking little bugs or crawling creatures were swimming around in the space of the canvas.

Some had bodies like beetles or centipedes but could fly elegantly through the air with rows of "ventral wings" beneath their armor, while others resembled butterflies but were made up of three cherries for a body, with wings of two cotton candies...

These strange creatures didn’t seem to notice they had been captured, continuing to move around on the canvas, freely displaying their bizarre elegance.

"These must be the legendary Dream Worms," Lucien mused. "Born from shattered dreams, without their own consciousness, their thinking is chaotic, considered the weakest of the Nightmare creatures, ecological niche similar to plants in the real world, but also the most basic creature in the Dream Layer, serving as the bottom of the food chain."

Lucien examined these special insects carefully, then gently used his fingertip to touch the drawing, a gesture akin to saying hello to these cute creatures through a barrier.

However, perhaps because these little ones did not have their own consciousness, even when Lucien’s finger pressed down on the canvas causing a slight delay in their space, they simply avoided the area touched by Lucien’s finger and continued to swim in other areas of the canvas.

"Hey, you despicable creature, didn’t you see I’m talking to you?" While Lucien was still interacting with these small, bizarre creatures, an impatient voice rose from inside the canvas.

"Hm?" Lucien blinked, closely examining the canvas but failing to locate the owner of the voice.

Actually, Lucien was also somewhat puzzled because the severe struggle felt from the canvas in the Dream Layer suggested that he had "netted" some special Nightmare creature, but these variously shaped Dream Worms certainly weren’t capable of such a big commotion.

Since the only movement within the canvas came from these Dream Worms, Lucien had temporarily set aside his doubts.

But now, hearing the voice of some unknown presence made Lucien quite astonished. After all, being able to speak and communicate meant that the owner of the voice must possess a certain level of intelligence.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Lucien leaned forward slightly, carefully looking for the area where the owner of the voice might be on the canvas.

"Dammit... you... you despicable Two-legged Long-haired Monster... get your stick off me! You’re almost crushing me to death!" This time, the voice was somewhat intermittent, but the tone remained rather arrogant, or rather, conceited.

Xian blinked. He lowered his head in search of what he called his stick, but eventually found only his forefinger which had just touched the canvas.

He gently lifted his hand, and his finger left the canvas.

Upon closer observation, he saw that the place where his forefinger had just prodded was, in fact, a very small "point." Upon closer inspection, he found out that this tiny point was actually an... eyeball?

Or saying eyeball might not be quite accurate, because around it were many tentacle-like filaments, and on the outer layer, it was wrapped in something resembling a cellular membrane with the eyeball inside, somewhat like a large cell nucleus...

"Hey, Two-legged Long-haired Monster, show some respect with your gaze. You should know that I, the great Count Sanaxis, am destined to rule the entire Nightmare World!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The eyeball moved its body slightly, its tone exceedingly haughty. "You low-dimensional reptiles, to submit to the great Count Sanaxis is the greatest fortune of your life. Hehehe..."

Lucien’s face was expressionless, and then he silently extended one of his fingers.

He pressed down lightly with his finger, which for him was as easy as could be, but to the supposedly great Count Sanaxis, it appeared as a towering pillar crashing rapidly towards him...