This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Don’t waste words," the Judge Paperman didn’t seem intent on satisfying Lucien’s curiosity. It urged him with a few words and then fell silent, clearly not willing to waste energy on these two players.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lucien chose to trust it.

With a flip of his hand, he took out two drops of golden ink and then patted them into the Cold Ice Scepter.

Suddenly, under the effect of the ink, the scepter’s negative effects were temporarily neutralized. The special golden energy from the ink was also transformed into the pure chill necessary for the scepter under the effect of certain rules.

"Condense!" Lucien waved his hand, and a Cold Ice Breath shot out from the gem on top of the scepter, instantly covering the player who had approached, while also radiating into the black water in the space on a large scale.

Crack—

The player in front of Lucien, a level one Wizard, was almost instantly frozen into an ice sculpture. Under the relentless erosion of the chill, the body that had become a sculpture was even directly shattered into pieces under the extreme cold.

With a single move, a Formal Wizard level player was frozen to death.

At this time, among the surviving players, the tall and thin player who had assumed the form of black water was the most severely affected.

The moment the chill spread, his body’s surface was covered with a thick and tough layer of ice and was trapped inside this heavy shell.

"Hahaha!" The Warlord grinned with a wide smile, looking at the tall and thin player who was completely restrained and showing a bloodthirsty smirk on his face.

Although he was also affected by the chill released by the Cold Ice Scepter, a layer of frost covering his body surface, the blood qi on his surface helped him resist the cold, and his combat power wasn’t significantly affected. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He took out a blood-red battle-axe with a flick of his hand. The huge axe was raised high and then heavily slashed toward the ice sculpture of black water.

Rich blood qi swirled around the battle-axe, which formed hieroglyphic characters similar to oracle bone script after going through some special combinations. When they merged into the axe, they coated the surface with a layer of faint purple electricity, releasing a terrifyingly destructive aura.

"Heh!" After being wrapped in purple electricity, the Warlord’s swinging of the battle-axe noticeably slowed down, even giving off a sense of awkward hesitation.

But it was during this slow-motion swing that the frightening aura of the blood-axe became more restrained while the sense of danger for Lucien intensified.

Crack—

Ultimately, with its power fully charged, the battle-axe struck heavily upon the top of the ice sculpture. The terrifying Destruction Thunder arrived before the blade, directly shattering the originally fickle form of black water.

Crash... The black water quickly shrank, trying to coalesce back into the tall and thin player’s true form, but it was already too late. In the next moment, the blood-red battle-axe descended, splitting the player in two, and even obliterating his soul.

Under the effect of the Dream Rules, two streams of pure energy emerged from the surfaces of those two bodies and quickly merged into Lucien and the Warlord. A very small part converged towards the Judge Paperman and was stored on the paper by some special means, plating the surface of the paper with a layer of faint golden edge.

"Their items are yours," the Warlord put away his axe, then made a slight gesture indicating that Lucien should handle the items from the two players.

"It seems you don’t like owing favors," Lucien looked at the Warlord, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and happily put the tall and thin player’s items into his storage ring. He found three drops of ink on the player, which replenished a bit of his ink reserve.

"It’s not that I don’t want to owe, but that I lack sufficient understanding of your Cultivation system," the Warlord huffed, seemingly disdainful of Lucien’s comment.

"There are thousands of worlds in the Star Sea, and even more numerous are the Cultivation systems that have been explored. Some obscure Cultivation systems, though limited in their potential, have unique advantages in certain areas."

"I’ve heard of a Cultivation system known as ’Tree Planters’ before. They use the method of ’granting’ favors to control other Cultivators silently; they can even use these ’gifts’ as a stepping stone to directly pluck the destinies of others in the future."

"Tree planter?" Lucien was startled, never expecting that such a special and magical cultivation system could exist.

"You’re quite uninformed about many things." The warrior snorted coldly, about to add more, but was silenced by Lucien’s next words.

"Considering how much you understand, how were you so easily controlled by a goblin priest before?"

Lucien’s words had hit the warrior’s sore spot, prompting a terse hum, but he said no more, choosing silence instead as he walked ahead.

However, as they approached the entrance they had used earlier, they were taken aback, for they could now hear calls from outside, including Mier calling for Lurah.

Clearly, that was a "search party," but for Lucien, this search party seemed rather unfriendly.

The warrior glanced over at Lucien, a trace of schadenfreude evident on his serious face. He pursed his lips, and had their cooperation not been essential at that moment, he would have surely taunted Lucien.

Yet remembering that his own balance rested on Lucien’s rationality, the warrior tactfully opted not to delve further into the topic.

"We can search for other passages underground, or try to create an exit. But there isn’t much time left tonight," the Judge Paper Doll spoke.

The warrior’s expression tightened. Among the group, he bore the most pressure; another day without destroying the altar meant another day under the goblin priest’s control, which made him the most anxious.

"But we don’t know where the altar is, they... they might not even have built an altar nearby!"

"No, they have one," the Judge Paper Doll stated confidently. "Without an altar, that creature wouldn’t have been able to ’descend’ with its power from such a distance."

"Are you referring to that great entity, or..." Lucien hesitated before asking.

"Of course, the goblin priest," the Judge Paper Doll chuckled lightly, showing little reverence when speaking of the Chaos Goblins.

"It seems... he must be on the verge of his promotion, or he wouldn’t dare to scorn a deity-level power," Lucien thought to himself while looking at the Judge Paper Doll.

The warrior seemed to want to add something. His mouth opened, but out of respect for the strength of the Judge Paper Doll’s true form, he did not voice his thoughts, responding instead with silence.

"This way." Seeing no reaction from Lucien and the warrior, the Judge Paper Doll took initiative and flew off Lucien, fluttering ahead rapidly in one direction.

"Elder, do you know the exact location?" Hesitating, the warrior asked.

"I don’t," was the Judge Paper Doll’s succinct reply. Then, stopping at a fork in the path, he looked at Lucien, "Toss the silver coin."

Lucien first looked puzzled, then caught on. "Heads we go left; tails we go right."

"Hmm," the Judge Paper Doll nodded, then watched Lucien throw the silver coin.

Tails up.

"Let’s go." The Judge Paper Doll unhesitatingly directed them to the left, then looked at Lucien, "We’ll move ahead, and you fall back thirty meters or more before doubling back."

The corner of Lucien’s mouth twitched. He really hadn’t expected his bad luck could play out like this.