This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Dreams? Nightmares?" Lucien listened silently to the narration of the dream creature before him who claimed to be Count Sanaxis, and his understanding of nightmare creatures gradually became clear.

In simple terms, although these creatures lived within the Dream Layer, they were actually divided into two major classifications: "Dreams" and "Nightmares."

The former were relatively mild and their overall style somewhat resembled the "fairies" and "elves" one might encounter in pleasant dreams, while the latter were more ferocious, akin to the monsters encountered in nightmares.

In terms of abilities, "Nightmares" were more adept at twisting, fusing, and transforming. They themselves represented the aspect of distortion within dreams, thus appearing more bizarre and more aggressive.

And Adeline’s abilities were clearly leaning towards the "Nightmare" direction. Furthermore, according to Count Sanaxis’ description, a special and dangerous Nightmare Worm was parasitizing on Lilia’s severed limb.

However, in the physical world, the activity of these creatures was suppressed to a very low level, which also made the doll-like severed limb seem ordinary.

According to Count Sanaxis’ description, once it’s put back into the Dream Layer, the limb would quickly recover and become incredibly aggressive...

"As I was saying, Nightmare Worms are no good. How about I just do you the favor and show you how to kill them while those filthy things are asleep, to prevent them from causing trouble later on?" Count Sanaxis muttered to himself, sipping grape juice.

"How do I do that?" Lucien wasn’t planning to deal with the limb right now, but he still chatted intermittently with Count Sanaxis as he organized his items.

"It’s simple, just burn it," Count Sanaxis chomped, seemingly savoring the sweet grape juice, but also showing disdain at Lucien’s feigned ignorance.

Lucien’s movements paused slightly, then, under Count Sanaxis’ somewhat panicked gaze, he used his scalpel to cut the grape beside him in half again.

"Two-legged Long-haired Monster, I’m warning you, if you keep this up, do you believe that I will really take action? Remember, back in the day, I..." Count Sanaxis seemed angered by Lucien’s actions. He slowly wriggled his body, and then the tentacles on his body slightly retracted, as if gathering some sort of strength.

Lucien tactically leaned back. Although he didn’t think this little guy could pose much of a threat, he still prepared his defenses. He also held his breath slightly, ready to activate defense-oriented wizard formations and protective witchcraft the moment anything went awry.

And the "long-powered" Count Sanaxis made his move at that time.

He leaped high, with a swift and fierce action.

In front of Lucien, an ice shield appeared, and he also stood up, his legs slightly bent, his whole body tense.

But in the next moment, Count Sanaxis crashed straight into the barrier of the binding wizard formation, even flattening what had been a somewhat plump body as if "spread" on the barrier.

Fortunately, the impact of Count Sanaxis’ collision wasn’t great, or Lucien would have been concerned that the creature would explode from the impact.

Count Sanaxis slowly slid down from the barrier, leaving a long trail behind.

Lucien: ...

He suddenly felt that the wizard formation had become somewhat dirty.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Count Sanaxis cursed as he writhed, yet his mouth remained as stubborn as ever.

"I’m telling you, if it wasn’t for the fact that you spent quite a few precious materials on this wizard formation and the grape you just gave me, your wizard formation... no, your house would already be a pile of ruins now!"

"A pile of ruins, you understand?" Count Sanaxis looked at Lucien with a gaze that seemed to be contemptuous of the world.

"Ah... yes, right, right." Lucien nodded earnestly at Count Sanaxis, not concerned about the wizard formation, but more worried that if it happened again, he might lose such a rare live specimen of a dream creature.

Count Sanaxis noticed Lucien’s perfunctoriness, and the surface of his body even turned a bit red.

Lucien, however, continued to observe Count Sanaxis with some uncertainty, reaching out with his spiritual power again, carefully, bit by bit, trying to "capture" him with spiritual force.

But he caught nothing, as Count Sanaxis seemed to not exist at all in the spiritual world.

"Now I am very curious, what exactly is your ability?" Lucien looked at Count Sanaxis inside the wizard formation with interest, his eyes flickering slightly.

Although his strength was quite weak, the mere fact that he could not be detected by spiritual force was still very appealing, capable of playing a significant role in many situations.

Combined with the natural advantage that nightmare creatures could freely travel within the Dream Layer, as a Magic Pet specialized in reconnaissance and detection, he seemed quite qualified...

"You... I advise you to stay calm!" Count Sanaxis seemed to sense danger, shrinking into a corner of the wizard formation.

"Do you want to come out?" Lucien asked, smiling at Count Sanaxis.

Count Sanaxis was taken aback for a moment, his eyes hidden within his body seemed to rotate, and then, as if coming to a realization, he suddenly became excited.

"Wakaka... Have you, the two-legged long-haired monster, finally recognized your mistake? Wakaka, if you now truly and sincerely submit, maybe this boss..."

"Magic pet or a specimen, choose one," Lucien lightly tapped the table, not deigning to waste further words with this creature that was invincible in its own mouth.

Count Sanaxis hadn’t finished his sentence when he paused slightly.

He slowly lifted his head, the numerous tentacles on his body gently swaying, even giving Lucien the impression "this guy is flattering me."

"Will it include room and board?"

...

The Lost Land.

This was a perilous place located far to the east of Greybone Academy. During the ancient era of the Wizard Empire, it was the core area of a Great Wizard’s world.

However, due to a cataclysmic war and the horrific assault of an extremely powerful being, it went from a wizard’s holy land to a land of ruins. Even due to its special energy force and countless years of lingering energy pollution, it became a forbidden zone for life, wherein entering without the strength of a Formal Wizard was equivalent to seeking death.

Green fog drifted here all year round, which could even disrupt the perception of Formal Wizards.

Nevertheless, it was also a paradise for Formal Wizards to explore, as things like the Meditation Method capable of advancing to Level 3 Wizard or even higher levels, witchcraft, rare knowledge, and Witch Tools... could all potentially be found here.

Boom—

Suddenly, a blast broke the serene atmosphere of The Lost Land.

The next moment, a section of low city wall was hit by witchcraft, exploding into countless stones and kicking up a cloud of dust.

And in the midst of the dust, there was a figure frantically fleeing forward.

His speed was incredibly fast, and with the boost from a faint shadowy current, he was so quick that he could leave behind two or three afterimages.

At times, his body even completely submerged into the Dream Layer, availing himself of its power to evade the attacks and Proto-Witchcraft Arrays from his pursuers behind.

"Old man, you can’t escape!" a wizard with a monocle gold-rimmed glasses roared behind him. His golden hair was billowing at the moment, with golden electricity winding around the strands.

Zzzzt zzzzt...

Under the boost of the golden electricity, several gears inside the sleeve of the golden-haired wizard began to rotate at high speed under electromagnetic acceleration. The sharp gear blades sliced through the air and even heated to high temperatures due to the intense friction with the air, eventually turning a fiery red.

Then, these gear blades swiftly flew out, trailing tiny golden sparks, chasing the old man sprinting at full speed ahead.

"Grey Bone, you can’t escape. Hand over the core, and I can assure you..."

As the golden-haired wizard attacked, other wizards were either directly speaking up or using spiritual power to covertly communicate with the old man, attempting to persuade him.

"I found it first, I saw it first, so naturally, it’s mine!" The Grey Bone Wizard’s eyes were deep, his aged face flushed with an unnatural rosiness, and his eyes brimmed with madness.

The members of their small team were all either Second-level Wizards or at the peak of First-level Wizards from various wizard organizations nearby, and their exploration target was an unexplored core area deep within The Lost Land.

Such unknown areas carried an extremely high risk of death. Of course, there was also a huge potential for immense profit!

Like this team, which originally had twelve members, but now, including him, only six remained. The others had fallen one by one due to various encounters within the ruins.

Keep in mind, the weakest of these members was at the peak of being a First-level Wizard, who, just outside The Lost Land, could sustain a small wizard organization, a presence that could make countless wizards or Wizard Apprentices shudder with fear.

But within the ruins, they had fallen silently, one after another.

However, the Grey Bone Wizard seemed indifferent. After all, as a Second-level Wizard who had lived a very, very long time, he had experienced his fair share of such risky adventures many times before.

Moreover, he was at the brink of his life’s end, and he had come prepared to gamble with his life this time!

So during this adventure, the Grey Bone Wizard always rushed to the forefront. His seasoned experience combined with a touch of luck allowed him to survive until now and even secure the greatest discovery of the exploration, which might contain the hope to ascend to a Level 3 Wizard!

It was a victory he had earned with his life at stake; how could he possibly give it up just because of a few words from someone else?