This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Monica looked at Sally, momentarily unsure of what had happened.

"Teacher Carly... is looking for me?" Monica put down the surgical scalpel and, while applying some homemade potion to the wound on Sally’s back, inquired with a touch of hesitation in her eyes, appearing somewhat bewildered and lost.

"Yes, that’s what the Monster Messenger from Teacher Carly just told me," Sally reached out to help secure the bandage. "I think it might be something to do with potion-making. After all, Teacher Carly is directly in charge of our experimental classes, and you are the chief of the treatment experiment class..."

"I see..." Monica’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of yearning. As a wizard who had decided to focus her research on healing witchcraft, she naturally received preferential access to academy resources, including an investment of some Pharmacist resources, once she had signed the rigorous contract and joined the experimental class.

In her exploration of potion-making, Monica had gradually revealed an exceptional talent and a keen interest in the subject.

However, the knowledge gained in the potion-making courses of the experimental class was ultimately limited. As she delved deeper into the study of potion-making, Monica increasingly hoped for a responsible teacher to guide her further along this knowledge-intensive and practice-driven discipline.

She had originally planned to save up some magic stones and points in order to follow a Pharmacist and learn the subject, spending a certain amount of magic stones and points. But now Carly’s invitation aroused another kind of expectation in Monica’s heart.

After all, Pureblood Fairies were synonymous with Potion Masters. If she could study potion-making with Carly...

At the thought, Monica’s heartbeat accelerated slightly.

"Then... should we go now?"

"Let’s wait a bit. The tutor told me the time is towards the evening, just before dinner. She should be conducting some sort of special research with the dean right now," Sally said with a smile, taking hold of Monica’s hand as she saw her friend’s eagerness.

"Okay... I’m just a bit too excited, and too nervous," Monica admitted, lowering her head slightly, somewhat embarrassed.

...

"Carly, quick, it’s time for the most crucial step!" Lucien’s voice was urgent and filled with anticipation.

Yet Carly was so focused that she couldn’t afford to respond to Lucien. Instead, she concentrated all her efforts on manipulating her bloodline power, gradually infiltrating and influencing the Hell Blood Serpent that lay dormant, transforming its body from that of a serpent towards a thin, blood-red sheet of paper.

Although the consciousness of the Hell Blood Serpent had perished, the remnants of its instincts still stubbornly resisted Carly’s transformation and modification.

As a parasitic organism made of special blood, the body of the Hell Blood Serpent instinctively resisted Carly’s permanent modification. Now, having taken on the shape of a piece of paper, the Hell Blood Serpent writhed persistently, struggling to change its form, presenting an appearance that was both eerie and terrifying.

On the other side, Earl Sanaxis was lying on the head of the Nightmare creature Helen Wizard, using her as a conduit to steadily channel the power of the Dream Layer into the Hell Blood Serpent.

Representative of illusion, the power of the Dream Layer excelled at merging otherwise incompatible things, as the nature of dreams is chaos and unpredictability, with no need for logic.

In the transformation of the Hell Blood Serpent, the power of the Dream Layer served as the perfect harmonizer! Assisted by it, the remnant will of the Hell Blood Serpent soon quieted down, cooperating with Carly’s modification to become a blood-red page resembling a book leaf.

At the center of the page was a pattern similar to that of the Hell Blood Serpent, and a gentle touch would reveal a slightly raised texture.

Ready and waiting, Lucien, seeing the page take shape, did not hesitate to grab the blood-scented page, then immediately began casting a series of Alchemical Runes to fully manufacture this special Witch Tool.

Buzz—

When the last alchemical rune was embedded by Lucien into the interior of the page, the entire sheet trembled slightly. The pattern of the Hell Blood Serpent on the page suddenly seemed to come to life within the paper, meandering about and emitting a silent hiss.

This hissing echoed countless times in Lucien’s mind, forming a chaotic, Polluted, and noisy sound like tens of thousands whispering in his ear.

Moreover, the hissing began to infiltrate and corrupt Lucien’s spiritual essence, mediated by spiritual power, and there seemed to be a voice tempting Lucien to pick up the page and become its most loyal servant.

"Pick me up, I can grant you anything," the voice carried a special seduction, as if it were redemption from the depths of the abyss.

Boom—

Fortunately, Lucien’s spirit core was incredibly solid and pure. When that polluted touch came into contact with his core, it was instinctively repelled, and with the protection of the spirit core, his consciousness could sense that peculiar noise, but it was as if he had put on earplugs, blocking out most of the sound from his ears.

"Phew... that was close. That must have been just the ’Polluted Language’ the page of the book sends out naturally, but I almost fell for it," Lucien broke out in a cold sweat on his back. At that moment, he truly harbored thoughts of submission. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"That wasn’t your own thought; it twisted your will, created a thought, and made you feel naturally that it was your own idea, two-legged hairy freak."

Beside him, Earl Sanaxis seemed to understand what Lucien was thinking. He instructed Helen Wizard to place him on top of a bunch of grapes on the table, while casually speaking, "Humph humph humph, but how could a little earthworm from hell possibly be a match for the great Dream power..."

"Is Hell itself a world?" Lucien was more interested in the concept of Hell, knowing that outside the Wizard World was the Star Sea, and within it, countless worlds. He felt that the legendary Hell had to be more than just a simple tale.

"Hell is not a world." After a slight pause, Earl Sanaxis shook his head, but then he cracked a smile and continued, "However, Hell is indeed a civilization, a truly top civilization. The big worlds ruled by the Hell civilization number two, and countless small worlds and half-planes are beyond counting."

"Humph humph, were it not for those imps’ irreconcilable contradictions and their intense hatred and differences with those filthy deities, their power could radiate farther and affect more worlds," Earl Sanaxis’s voice carried a hint of emotion.

"Hell civilization..." Lucien muttered softly to himself, but soon he stopped thinking about this level that was currently out of reach and silently tested the specific effects of the new witch tool.

This was a witch tool in the form of a book page, made directly from the body of a Hell Blood Serpent. In its design by Lucien, the tool completely abandoned the terrifying parasitic abilities and the weird life-draining powers of the Hell Blood Serpent but enhanced and magnified the corrupting and twisting abilities from Hell.

In the fully activated state of this book page, it could make the opponent hear the terrifying Polluted Language and possibly, under the seduction of the Polluted Language, directly fall victim to becoming a blood puppet of this page, losing self-consciousness, or even be collected inside the page to become a summonable entity akin to a summoned creature.

However, because it was made from the Hell Blood Serpent, the page retained some characteristics of the serpent to a certain extent.

From a certain perspective, this page was actually alive. So, like raising a pet monster, it needed to be fed souls or a large amount of flesh regularly; otherwise, it would actively seek food when hungry, even seeing its own master as a hunting target.

"Truly a page filled with the sinister aura of Hell, but in my possession, perhaps you can also serve a positive function, such as hunting down and devouring the souls of evildoers... I will call you the Crimson Page."

With a wave of his hand, Lucien summoned a thick notebook, and as the notebook opened, the blood-red leather page seemed to be drawn towards the opening "Wizard’s Notes" by some force, quickly integrating with it at the forefront of the regular record pages.

Click—

The Crimson Page swiftly merged with the Wizard’s Notes, turning the aura of the latter somewhat evil, and a faint blood light began to emanate from the cover.

At the same time, the Wizard’s Notes were slightly trembling, as if urging Lucien to pick it up, and to start hunting, faster...

Meanwhile, a few weak thoughts surfaced in Lucien’s mind.

"Since I am going to the Dream Layer for battle, experimenting with the Wizard’s Notes’ effects beforehand in the Wizard World isn’t a bad idea..."

"Relax with a bit of slaughter before the battle..."

"Hmph." Lucien didn’t heed the prompting of the Wizard’s Notes. With a snort, he put away the witch tool, growing warier of the effects of the Crimson Page.

"It seems that the Crimson Page is always eager for the master to hunt and might inadvertently make demands or influence me to do things for it... So I must always be cautious and not give it any chance to influence me," Lucien silently tagged the Crimson Page with a warning label.