This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Perhaps in the ordinary world, nighttime symbolized peace and rest. But in the Dream World, night meant killings.

Of course, these killings mainly targeted those players who were active at night.

Pat, Pat...

The night rain fell in a steady drizzle, adding another thick veil to the already murky darkness.

In this kind of weather, aside from players, there were few ordinary people willing to venture out on such a nighttime.

Yet for players out hunting, the rainy night became the perfect cover for their movements.

A seemingly inconspicuous Shadow slowly bulged from the corner of a wall, revealing a pair of eyes that silently observed a nearby alien corpse.

"Peak strength of a third-level Wizard Apprentice, the body must have died not long ago, there’s even some soul residue left..." Lucien scanned with his spiritual power and quickly understood the rough condition of the corpse.

"What a pity, some of the innate witchcraft models in the body’s magic pattern sections have been extracted or destroyed, leaving little value."

Lucien looked at the ragged corpse with its ram-horned head, shook his head slightly, and after collecting a little bit of blood and body tissue for samples, he put the body into his storage ring, prepared as provisions for the Crimson Pages.

Just then, a figure like a ghost quietly appeared nearby; it ran silently, and with a single step, slipped through some kind of spatial fluctuation, appearing in front of Lucien the next second, with the dagger in hand tracing a cold light, accurately aiming for Lucien’s neck.

Fast, precise, ruthless, silent, and striking at the vitals—it certainly was a classic ambush.

However, when the dagger truly slashed across Lucien’s neck, the assassin shrouded in a black cloak revealed a look of astonishment.

Because it felt as though the dagger had stabbed into air, obviously having slid across Lucien’s neck but without any resistance from cutting flesh, and the expected beautiful spray of blood did not appear.

"Fool, why would I intentionally inspect a body discarded by someone else if not for you?" A cruel smile appeared on Lucien’s lips as he stared back at the bloodthirsty eyes the assassin had just shown, his gaze cold and brutal.

"Go." The assassin didn’t hesitate to attempt to flee, but as soon as he turned his head, he ran straight into an Ice Shield.

Bang—

The shield, initially meant for protection, under Lucien’s clever arrangement, became the wall that blocked the escape of the assassin. After hindering him for that split moment with the zero-level witchcraft-created ice shield, several dozen tough vines sprouted from the ground. These vines, gleaming with a metallic luster, quickly intertwined and ensnared the assassin securely.

The densely packed sharp thorns on the vines penetrated the flesh of the assassin, causing him to let out a pain-filled howl like a wild beast.

But the next moment, his howling abruptly ceased, replaced by a deep gash on his head.

"So weak, I didn’t even use my Wizard’s Notes." Lucien soon felt the reward the Dream World sent him for his deed and, after confirming the assassin’s death, the vines that had bound the assassin quickly retracted into the ground, leaving behind a somewhat mangled corpse.

This was a creature with distinct beast-like traits, somewhat human in body shape but more akin to an upright walking cheetah.

"Humph, humph, humph, probably just some little fellow from an unknown small world. Those small worlds have probably only produced a few entities at the ’Divine’ level since their existence. The cultivation systems are fundamentally incomplete, with more random and unstructured cultivation based on innate talents—it would be strange if their power was substantial..."

The Earl of Sanaxis’s somewhat wheezy voice rang in Lucien’s mind.

"Weren’t you already in deep sleep?"

"Sleep-talking." The Earl of Sanaxis paused, squeezing out the word before quickly sinking back into his slumber.

Lucien’s lips twitched slightly, but he received no further response from the Earl of Sanaxis.

"Head directly south; the Mondok family’s location is over there." After briefly dealing with the alien corpse, Lucien turned southward, once again wrapped by currents of Shadow, moving rapidly through the shadows.

Of course, Lucien did not make his purpose too obvious. After stealthily moving a distance, sensing the fighting aura of other players, he slightly changed his direction, quickly approaching the two players.

"I am now a Hunter devoid of emotions, carefully making my way to the Mondok family. If their family truly has problems, someone like me, an ignorant Hunter, won’t draw much of their attention. However, I still need to worry about the presence of powerful players lurking within the Mondok family, lest they kill me on the spot."

Lucien quickly reviewed his battle plan in his mind, and then he sped up. Under the astonished gaze of the two feuding exotic tribes, the frost blades created by the Frost Blade Dance drew several tragic arcs through the air, instantly beheading both members, whose strength was merely at the level of a rank three Wizard Apprentice.

"In the midst of slaughter, one’s strength can actually improve; this feeling of continuously enhanced spiritual power is truly intoxicating."

Lucien squinted his eyes, feeling his spiritual power becoming purer under the nourishment of a special energy. The structure of the Spirit Power Core, shaped like a perpetual star, became more balanced and denser. And under the nourishment of this special energy, Lucien’s consciousness naturally felt a faint pleasure.

This pleasure was subtle, yet it seemed to gently stir the heart, making one involuntarily savor it. It vaguely made Lucien desire to kill again, to experience that enticing moment of joy once more.

"Hmph." Lucien closed his eyes, swiftly separating himself from the tempting sensation. As a Wizard who specialized in spiritual power, Lucien was not afraid of such superficial inducements and psychological suggestions.

...

Meanwhile, Hercules had just finished his patrol round and returned to his own tent.

However, he didn’t rest. The stream of information in his right eye never ceased, constantly monitoring Rafael’s every move.

"It’s a pity that despite my aunt’s help in enhancing its stealth and reconnaissance capabilities, High Altitude Eye III still can’t detect certain blind spots visually, nor can it forcefully penetrate obstacles to gain a thorough view, nor can it pick up sounds from there."

There was a hint of helplessness in Hercules’s eyes.

After Rafael and the individual disguised as a Knight of the Mondok family entered a dense forest, the information detected by the High Altitude Eye, which Hercules had sent to monitor Rafael, became extremely limited. Aside from being able to confirm that they hadn’t left that dense forest, other details remained elusive, and Hercules couldn’t ascertain more information about the Knight who had secret contact with Rafael.

"Hm?" Hercules suddenly felt the monitored image begin to shake, and the stream of information forming the image grew chaotic.

"Damn, something is attacking the High Altitude Eye." Hercules quickly sensed the anomaly.

He stood up, and his right eye, which bore a close connection to the High Altitude Eye, now revealed its mechanically modified appearance. In this moment, the interconnected machinery reached coordination, allowing Hercules’s spiritual power to struggle through the special link and reach the High Altitude Eye.

And with spiritual power as an extension, Hercules quickly identified the culprits behind the attack on the High Altitude Eye.

They were a group of magical beast birds, their bodies still enveloped in a layer of Demonic Qi that had not yet been absorbed. It was evident that they had only recently been born.

However, it was precisely this dissipating Demonic Qi that revealed the location of the High Altitude Eye, which was otherwise in an optically invisible state, turning it into a live target for these magical beast birds whose strength was at most that of a rank two Wizard Apprentice.

"Damn it." Hercules smashed his fist on the table in anger.

This High Altitude Eye was one of his most precious items. He had gone to great lengths to request his aunt to help him craft it successfully. The core component alone was worth more than a common rank three Witch Tool. In Hercules’s plans, this High Altitude Eye would also become a part of his body in the future.

But now, this precious reconnaissance Witch Tool was under attack by these magical beasts. If he didn’t retrieve it quickly, it could suffer irrevocable damage and destruction. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"How can this be such a coincidence?" There was anger in Hercules’s eyes, as he realized that the magical beast birds attacking the High Altitude Eye likely came from a newly spawned Demon Nest, serving as the first batch of sentinels bred for scouting and eliminating "dangers" around the nest.

Almost every Demon Nest would do this upon birth, but the coincidence lay in the timing of this event.

If he were to retrieve the High Altitude Eye now, he would no longer be able to continue monitoring Rafael and the suspicious Knight of the Mondok family.

Even if he risked abandoning the High Altitude Eye in order to continue the surveillance, the interference of these magical beast birds would still make it difficult to detect any useful images.

Just like now, the monitoring display of the High Altitude Eye was already swarmed with these magical beast birds, only occasionally offering glimpses of the lush forest below through brief gaps.

"Damn it." Hercules cursed under his breath. In the end, he had no choice but to reluctantly stop the surveillance mode of the High Altitude Eye and, under the attack of the flock of magical beast birds, began to escape at the fastest speed.

Ya ya ya...

The magical beast birds screeched, like a group of warriors chasing an outsider out of their territory.

And at this moment, they were triumphantly "escorting" the departure of the High Altitude Eye.