This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Hum—

Hercules caught the swaying High Altitude Eye as it flew back to him, his hands trembling slightly as he observed the dense array of deep and shallow claw and scratch marks on its surface.

"Damned demon beasts," Hercules’s voice trembled slightly as well, soon after he carefully placed the High Altitude Eye on the table to begin inspecting and maintaining it.

"The core power module is undamaged, flight balance system destroyed by 37%, stealth coating scrapped..." As the inspection progressed, Hercules let out a sigh of relief, but soon his lips began to tremble slightly, and his eyes nearly spat out fire.

"Those damned beasts!" Hercules cursed through clenched teeth, his gaze filled with hatred.

It should be noted that even simply reapplying the stealth coating to the High Altitude Eye would be quite an expense, and since he was inside the Dream World at the moment, he lacked the necessary conditions to find spare specialized coatings. In other words, before leaving the Dream World, the High Altitude Eye’s stealth function was effectively half-scrapped.

"How could this be such a coincidence? Just as I was preparing to observe, that demon nest happened to emerge?" Hercules gradually calmed down as he looked at the now scar-covered High Altitude Eye, his expression shifting from anger to solemnity.

"Captain!" A voice came from outside the tent, breaking Hercules’s reverie. "Captain, a small demon squad has appeared outside. It seems to be a minor outbreak following the emergence of the demon nest. Second squad is holding the defense..."

"Have everyone get up and assemble. After we crush this harassing squad, we’ll head straight to destroy the demon nest! Also, send a messenger to inform the Cecilia family troops."

Hercules issued the command without hesitation and swiftly stored the many "contraband" items, including the High Altitude Eye, into his storage space.

"Yes, Captain!" A subordinate soldier sprinted off.

Hercules quickly left his tent and looked towards the demons, which were entangled with the knights not far from the camp, his gaze becoming extremely sharp.

He grasped the hilt of his knight’s sword, fully unleashing Roland’s awakened talent "Holy Sword," and a fierce and sharp aura radiated from Hercules, spreading out in all directions. Under the cutting force of the invisible sword energy, several knights’ armors began to show fine and chaotic cut marks.

"Do you feel it? Captain Roland’s Holy Sword talent seems to have grown even stronger," whispered some knights after witnessing Hercules’s outburst.

"It’s not that it’s gotten stronger, but it seems the Captain is a bit angry, so these demons are out of luck," another knight, who was relatively close to Roland, quietly remarked after observing for a moment, his tone carrying a touch of schadenfreude.

Hercules paid no mind to the whispers of the knights. After all, he was indeed venting the frustration he had just experienced with the demon beasts on this attacking demon squad.

"Squad leaders, gather your teams. While these bastards have not yet spread out, let’s speed up and strive to destroy this D-rank demon nest within a day!" After slicing two humanoid demons into pieces, Hercules swung his knight’s sword and loudly gave the order.

"Yes!"

The troops quickly assembled and then marched mightily in the direction of the demon nest.

...

Elsewhere.

The rain in the royal capital hadn’t lessened over time; in fact, it was pounding down even harder. Water droplets falling from walls and the edges of buildings had converged into thin streams, flowing down from roofs or other elevated places, forming puddles and even "streams" in the lower parts of the streets.

Plop—

A figure fell powerlessly from mid-air, splashing into the ground, causing a large spray of water. Subsequently, blue-green blood flowed from the body of a player with a mollusk-like shell and gradually washed into a sewer with the rain.

"Although it had the imposing presence of a strong first-level Wizard, its actual combat capabilities were somewhat one-dimensional. Once a weakness or flaw was found, it was easy to kill it directly."

Lucien closed his Wizard’s Notes, silently sweeping a glance at the body below, now devoid of its covering, revealing its giant dragon-like corpse.

"Its defensive talent was quite remarkable, appearing to have grown structures similar to shells directly from its body. I wonder if this is due to some kind of magical rune or a special Racial Talent evolved by its species..."

As Lucien pondered this, he swiftly scanned the body with his spiritual power, rapidly collecting blood, shell fragments, and several light blue organs with distinctive natural magical patterns.

These materials might be useful for research, potentially leading to the development of some excellent defensive witchcraft.

Lucien was now not far from the Mondok family estate, and could even make out the hazy outline of their house in the rainy night.

"There should be enough time tonight," Lucien thought with a slight sense of relief, preparing to enter inside the Mondok family estate for "exploration."

Suddenly, Lucien’s spiritual power, spread out in the surroundings, detected an extremely strong presence that he perceived to be at the second-level Wizard’s level, with an aura even more oppressive than what the Grey Bone Wizard had caused him.

However, to Lucien’s relief, this presence wasn’t coming from the Mondok family’s estate but from a residence nearby, and was also moving continuously, seemingly another wandering player hunting at night.

"It seems we have one skilled in close-quarters combat but rather weak in exploration," Lucien quickly ascertained some information about this mysterious opponent. He felt somewhat relieved and also quietly began to retreat, trying to avoid this fellow hunter who was prowling the night and take a detour to the Mondok family estate.

He concealed his aura and patiently awaited the departure of this foreigner.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, turning the night to day for an instant, and revealing each other’s presence to both Lucien and the otherworldly entity searching for its prey.

Under the lightning’s glow, Lucien was less than a hundred meters away from the foreigner.

To the average person, this might not seem like a short distance, but for a second-level Wizard, this might only be a few strides away.

Boom crack—

Following the thunderous lightning, Lucien felt a chill in his heart.

For he could sense that this otherworldly player had already locked onto him as its hunting target and was rapidly charging towards him.

Damn it! Why is my luck so terrible?!

Lucien cursed inwardly, then without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and fled.

Are you kidding me? He didn’t stand a chance against an unknown otherworldly threat of a higher caliber, who knows what vulnerabilities these special racial powers held or what unique Racial Talents they possessed.

To blindly fight without knowing the strength of the opponent was simply courting death!

As for the Mondok family estate?

At this moment, Lucien could no longer concern himself with that. His first priority was losing the ’big tail’ behind him.

With a whoosh—shadows began to surge around Lucien’s body, and within the embrace of these shadowy currents, his form started to blur as he attempted to evade direct contact with the player by slipping into the Shadow Space.

After all, there wasn’t much animosity between them; the fighting was merely for the sake of the hunt’s rewards. If the opponent realized Lucien was too difficult or too "slippery," they would naturally retreat, opting for easier prey.

However, what infuriated Lucien was that his luck seemed to be incredibly terrible!

For during the short time he spent trying to use Shadow Stealth to enter the Shadow Space, the player had already closed the distance. Upon witnessing Lucien’s attempt to meld into the Shadow Space, the muscular foreigner didn’t hurry but instead looked quite amused.

In an instant, Lucien felt the surrounding space become oppressively "dense." The pathways between normal space and Shadow Space felt as if they were being squeezed, becoming so narrow that his attempt to slip into the Shadow Space was extraordinarily arduous, generating a sense of being awkwardly ’stuck’.

At the same time, the burly man had a short spear appear in his hands.

It was an incredibly primitive short spear, its shaft a tree branch that still had some of its bark unpeeled, and its tip a sharp-pointed wild beast’s fang.

But the aura it emitted sent shivers down Lucien’s spine. As the sturdy man raised the spear, Lucien felt an invisible thread link the short spear straight to his heart.

It seemed that as soon as the spear left his hand, it would follow this connection unerringly and pierce his heart without mercy!

Run!

Lucien didn’t hesitate to abandon his attempt to flee into the Shadow Space. With a clumsy roll, he tried to sever that link, but to no avail.

The next moment, the short spear was hurled, and in front of Lucien materialized the Wizard’s Notes. The Wizard’s Notes fluttered wildly, a page flew out and shrouded his body in a faint layer of moonlight.

Bang—

The spear shot through, and with the aid of the Moonlight Transformation’s "golden body," Lucien could feel the spear passing through his body.

But this time, a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his expression turned exceedingly grim.

Because that throw had exceeded the limit of what Moonlight Protection could bear, causing significant damage to Lucien’s body.

Had there been no protection from the Moonlight Transformation, Lucien would likely have been killed or severely injured by that blow!

"Interesting..." the otherworldly player murmured, with a casual wave of his hand, the short spear vanished from sight, only to reappear in his hand moments later.