This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"It’s him!" Lucien’s pupils constricted slightly, and even his heart began to ache faintly.

That night, if that player hadn’t felt the cost of pursuing Lucien outweighed what he might have to spend, Lucien’s escape would have been anything but easy.

Especially the short spear in his hand, which seemed imbued with a power that could be called "fate," had caused Lucien a great deal of trouble before.

"He’s been affected and controlled too..." Lucien watched the fierce-looking brawny player with a somewhat complex expression.

However, the player had none of these emotions, raising the short spear in his hand almost without hesitation. At the same time, an invisible connection quickly established itself between the tip of the spear and Lucien’s heart, getting clearer and clearer.

And when this invisible thread was completely sorted out, it would be time for the spear to be thrown and pierce Lucien’s heart.

"This conceptual kind of attack is troublesome," Lucien muttered softly, his hand subconsciously reaching for the spatial device that housed his paper man.

He felt that using the Judge paper man, a disposable ally, to take the brunt would be all too appropriate for such a troublesome opponent.

Thinking this, Lucien no longer hesitated, quickly reached out, pulled the paper man from the spatial device, and tossed it gently forward.

Go, Pikachu!

A smile appeared on Lucien’s face. But the next moment, the smile on his face stiffened.

The paper man drifted uncertainly, releasing no extraordinary powers, and faltered towards the ground.

Lucien: ???

"Senior? Your Honor?"

Lucien watched the paper man drifting in midair, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. Although he didn’t know why the paper man had lost its effect at this moment, he could no longer put his hopes on it.

The spear had been hurled out after being charged up.

Lucien also swiftly responded, his body coated in a thin layer of Moonlight Protection. In front of him, eight vines burst from the ground, rapidly growing and entwining into a tough, dark green vine shield.

Bang—

Almost instantly, the spear was nailed to the shield, a terrifying drilling force acting on it, driving it forward incessantly.

The vines making up the shield twined, compressed, and supported each other. While continuous vines were destroyed by the spear, new ones quickly grew, taking the place of the ones before.

The cycle of life!

This was the greatest feature of a first-tier witchcraft derived from the Fairy Bloodline, and also Lucien’s strategic response to this burly player’s short spear attack after reflecting on their last encounter.

After all, facing the spear’s extremely potent single-target attacks, a vine shield’s flexible defense was more effective than a rigid one.

Entangled by these vines, a great deal of energy within the spear would be diminished, making Lucien’s defense against its attacks much easier.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Suddenly, the burly man spoke with a hoarse voice, his tone unexpectedly carrying a tinge of disappointment—as if he were filled with regret and sorrow alike.

"Does he have any other method?" Lucien’s heart sank, and without hesitation, he lifted his head to see the short spear entangled by vines, which, after a faint flicker, vanished into thin air.

"This..." Lucien quickly realized something, his hands promptly crossing in front of him as a buffer, while the layer of moonlight on his skin grew even brighter at this moment.

Moonlight Protection!

In the next instant, the short spear reappeared from nowhere, with its tip already resting against the skin in front of Lucien.

The short spear pierced through his chest.

Lucien’s expression twisted slightly with pain. However, as the spear had already lost much of its energy in the attack against the vine shield before reaching him, the injury he suffered this time was not as severe as the last one—it was at most painful.

Yet what really wrenched Lucien’s heart was that the burly gamer could instantly recall the short spear with a wave of his hand and begin to gather energy once more.

And this time, Lucien did not feel the peculiar connection between his chest and the short spear. But, as the burly man continued to accumulate energy, Lucien abruptly perceived the ruthless intention behind it.

This time, the target was the identity Lucien had been maintaining all along—Lurah!

With the physical strength and defense capabilities of an ordinary person like Lurah, being pierced by the short spear meant only one thing: a dead end. Lucien had no effective way to counter the spear’s "Transit" effect. Once it materialized in front of Lurah, he could not guarantee he would be able to block it.

After all, destruction is always easier than protection.

"I have no choice but to use this now." A flicker of reluctance passed through Lucien’s eyes, but in the next moment, he began to flip through the Wizard’s Notes, turning to the crimson page at the very front.

The crimson page seemed to carry a whiff of blood, and the little snake, feeling Lucien’s gaze, appeared to come to life, slithering endlessly within the crimson page as if urging Lucien to let it out quickly.

"Go," Lucien closed his eyes, then gave a gentle wave of his hand.

Unlike the desperate tactic of using the crimson page against the Soul Hunter last time, Lucien was this time able to control the crimson page more focusedly and reduce its negative impact on himself to a lower level.

Hiss hiss hiss...

The crimson snake’s eyes glinted with excitement, then two streaks of blood-red light shot out quickly under Lucien’s control and entered the burly man’s body at an incredible speed.

This was a filthy power from hell, and under its influence, the burly man’s energy gathering was interrupted, and he fell to the ground in agony, twisting and struggling.

Even beneath his skin seemed to crawl countless wriggling earthworms, creating an exceedingly horrific scene.

"I’m free, wahahaha!" Suddenly, the burly man’s left eye popped out of its socket. As it squirmed, it grew bizarre little legs and a mouth, screaming with excitement.

But, in the next moment, he was grabbed by the burly man and stuffed back into his eye socket.

"Ah, escape attempt failed..." the eyeball sighed, its tone at odds with the burly man’s currently oppressive demeanor.