This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"The recent pollution has awakened his self-awareness once again..." Lucien smiled as he looked towards the Chaos Goblin who was teetering on the edge of death. He had now gained a certain understanding and awareness of their cultivation system, which advanced through "baptism" and sacrifice.

Their power originated from the "Mother of Chaos," so in terms of controlling their strength, they were always weaker than practitioners of other systems, as the Chaos Goblin he had just encountered failed to sense that the stalwart man’s spear had truly locked onto him...

"You set me free, but I also saved your life; we’re even," the stalwart man declared, withdrawing the short spear into his hand with a swipe. His right eye coldly swept over Lucien, and then he turned to leave.

"Are you sure you want to leave just like that, still being Her toy?" Lucien glanced at the stalwart man, whose words caused the latter to pause in his steps, a surge of vital energy emanating around his body.

"I have already given an eye," the stalwart man said somberly as he tore off his left eye, letting the "little guy" cry and struggle within its grip. His left hand tightened as if he intended to directly dispose of the "traitor."

"It seems you don’t know what is controlling you." Lucien watched the stalwart man’s action and slowly squatted down, picking up the paper figure that had fallen to the ground and noticing the judge figure’s eyes looking at him.

"Hm, is it resolved?" The paper figure spoke with a somewhat airy tone, even carrying a nonchalant demeanor.

Lucien’s face darkened; if it weren’t for his fear of the "Judge" behind the paper figure, he would have wanted to tear it to shreds.

Just when you don’t rely on it, it’s unreliable at the crucial moment!

"Just tell me if you’ve won or not," the paper figure’s mouth moved slightly, its thin body gently swaying as if laughing.

Lucien remained silent; after all, his relationship with the paper figure was merely that of one-time allies. As long as there was no fundamental conflict of interest, he wasn’t eager to argue with it. However, on some critical matters, Lucien couldn’t let the paper figure be ambiguous.

"But I need to understand your role clearly, otherwise I’d rather give up this opportunity. You must have your concerns, too, right? Otherwise, Mr. Judge would have made his move directly." Lucien looked at the paper figure, busying himself with cleaning up the goblin’s corpse while quickly negotiating with the paper figure for the second time.

The paper figure gently shook, as if mulling over his thoughts or perhaps communicating with some existence in a subtle way.

"I will take action when we see the Chaos Altar."

After Lucien had sorted out the corpse, the paper figure finally spoke, shedding its previous impudence and adopting a more stable and seasoned tone, now giving Lucien the same impression as the "Judge" he had seen before.

"Your Excellency, the Judge?" Lucien inquired softly.

"It’s me," the paper figure nodded gently.

"May I roughly understand the combat power you can exert right now?" Lucien asked after a brief silence.

"Under normal circumstances, I can entangle a second-level wizard for a short time. If you’re willing to give me some ink, I can borrow more power from my original form. If you give me that pen, I can directly resolve all the troubles you’re facing now."

The paper figure’s voice was calm, yet it made Lucien feel somewhat wary.

"Who is he?" At this point, the stalwart man also noticed the paper figure and cast a scrutinizing look at Lucien.

"Another player," Lucien said tersely, for there was no need to speculate on the Judge’s thoughts to satisfy the stalwart man’s curiosity, especially since the Judge’s consciousness was still attached to the paper figure.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about these things right now." Lucien looked at the one-eyed stalwart man and with a slight gesture, spiritual power formed dense words in mid-air, which under the effect of the Dream Rules, was quickly "translated" into a language that the stalwart man could understand.

"The thing you encountered before is called a goblin priest, here is some basic information about Them. Although the ’Filth’s’ power has temporarily restored your sanity, right now you are a ’parasite’ within your own body, and I believe you understand what this situation means."

Lucien looked at the muscular man.

The muscular man was silent, a fierce light gleaming in his remaining right eye.

"I have no need to deceive you," Lucien said, understanding the other’s thoughts, speaking calmly, a tranquility in his voice that softened the muscular man’s gaze slightly.

"You give her to me, and we join forces." After a second of silence, the muscular man looked at Lucien but pointed at the "Little Lurah" Lucien was holding.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you threatening me?"

The muscular man didn’t say a word. He felt that as a high-ranking warrior, agreeing to help someone like Lucien, who hadn’t even reached the level of a second-tier Wizard, was already a compromise. Therefore, he needed to ensure certain guarantees and control in other aspects.

"I am just stating my demands," the muscular man’s eyes were sharp, and his hand with the short spear seemed poised to lift it again.

Lucien, however, unflinchingly raised the Wizard’s Notes in his hand. All he needed to do was let the "Crimson Page" fall silent, and then the muscular man’s current consciousness would once again be immersed, returning to being the puppet of the goblin priest.

At the same time, Lucien also took out the Ice Scepter, bravely confronting the muscular man without showing fear.

A hint of dread flashed in the muscular man’s eyes, and his mouth moved slightly, but he said nothing more.

Lucien sneered, ready to withdraw the power of the Wizard’s Notes. After all, to maintain the effect of the Crimson Page, he had to continuously use his spiritual power to keep the link between the Crimson Page and the muscular man, which was a significant drain on both him and the Crimson Page.

"I’ll go with you!" Suddenly, in a deep voice, the muscular man spoke up, then added, "But only for tonight."

"Good, you can call me Wizard or Shadow."

"You can call me Warrior." The warrior’s gaze was somewhat lonely at this moment. He bowed his head and gripped the short spear tightly in his hand.

"Have you seen an altar before?" Lucien quickly thought of something and looked at the warrior, posing the question.

"Altar?"

"Yes, a structure made of stones, topped with a grey eyeball..." the Paper Judge spoke up, describing with such detail to give the warrior a clearer concept, and even Lucien was hearing some of the specifics for the first time.

"I’ve seen it, underground." The warrior’s voice was low, "They call it the ’Tower.’"

"Tower?" The Paper Judge’s voice carried a hint of joy as it flew out of Lucien’s body and gently landed on the warrior’s arm, urging him to lead the way quickly.

Lucien remained silent and quickly followed the warrior to a room. After moving a wardrobe, they entered into a hidden tunnel.

"How did you get caught?" While walking, Lucien also carefully asked the warrior for details, hoping to gather more information about the goblin priest.

"I don’t know," the warrior said with a grim expression. "Even my memory of those few days is somewhat blurry."

Suddenly, the warrior leading the way stopped. He slowly raised his short spear, his eyes becoming sharp.

"Something is coming."