This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

However, Lucien was not pleased with the enhancement of his own strength at this moment because he understood that, under that last strike, a warrior, a powerful second-level Wizard, had just fallen! Fallen at the hands of an infant who possessed no supernatural abilities and merely average strength.

"Is this the power of rules?" Lucien had already reverted from his Moonlight Transformation state, but when he looked at the "majestic" infant before him, he also felt a tremendous pressure.

After all, "One power reduces ten meetings" was not just a saying.

In this situation, the infant’s mere random movements or even a turn could create disturbances that were terrifying to Lucien. He felt like an ant walking alongside the infant, at risk of finding himself in peril due to some unintended movements of the infant.

Even if the infant knew no special attacks, his kicks swept across a vast area, and his claps were like "giant palms raining from the sky."

With such a stark difference in size, Lucien felt that his own well-practiced attacks were extraordinarily feeble. Attacking the infant would be akin to merely tickling him.

"Your Honor, do you have any good methods?" After confirming that he himself had no viable solutions for the current problem, Lucien did not hesitate to turn toward the nearby Paperman judge.

If the Paperman also had no good methods, Lucien would consider making an escape because continuously taking hits here would definitely not resolve the problem.

He would rather pin his hopes on Hercules who might be able to find another way to break the deadlock from inside the northern Demon Nest. There was no need to struggle to death here with this bug-like player using his own life.

"The tower must be resolved!" The Paperman judge emerged from the nihility where the scales resided, but its body was already somewhat damaged, and even on the edges, one could see some barely noticeable cracks, signifying that the material of this Paperman clone was gradually collapsing, and the power it could mobilize would also rapidly decrease with the clone’s demise.

So it also hoped for a quick battle.

Moreover, it did not dare let Lucien fall here. If it knew that Lucien still held a "feather pen," should the pen fall into the hands of the goblin priest, the constraints within the Land of Reality would further be removed—an intolerable scenario for the judge.

"Resolve the tower?" Lucien turned his head toward the crooked building nearby, somewhat perplexed by its connection to their current predicament.

"That guy inside the Land of Reality is in a sort of semi-sealed state; without the tower’s aid, he simply can’t wield the Twisted Rules he controls!"

At that moment, the surface of the Paperman’s body emitted a faint golden glow, and the scale phantom reappeared behind it. One end of the scale was connected to the void, while the other end somewhat struggled to encapsulate the infant.

The instant the scale appeared, the infant’s distress halted abruptly, and even his movements paused in that moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button on him.

On that golden scale, one end now weighed the infant’s phantom, which was lively and active, waving its chubby arms energetically.

The Paperman judge had intervened, directly through the still imperfect rules inside the scale, forcibly encapsulating and limiting the infant at one end of the scale. To be precise, it was measuring the infant’s ability to act!

During the measurement, the infant’s ability to act was stripped, leaving him in a semi-sealed state.

"Decree!" The voice of the Paperman judge sounded somewhat strained as it forcibly measured the infant at that moment. Streams of grey mist also took the opportunity to infect the golden scale, even staining the bar with a hint of grey-white.

However, the Golden Scales were also trying their best to counterattack. The golden halos within them began a tug-of-war with the invading gray-white airflow, starting a fierce confrontation of rules on the battlefield of the Golden Scales.

"Quick!" The body of the Paperman Clone was trembling slightly, and tiny fragments could be seen flying out of his body from time to time, combusting rapidly in midair and turning into bits of ash.

Using the baby phantom as a stepping stone, the gray-white airflow was rapidly infiltrating the interior of the Golden Scales. As time passed, the region occupied by the golden light was gradually retreating, while the area tainted by the gray-white airflow kept expanding. Although the golden halos would occasionally launch a fierce counterattack under the command of the judge, they were still generally being suppressed and retreating significantly.

Clearly, the judge was in a relatively weaker position in this invisible contest, and what Lucien needed to do now was to take advantage of the time gap before the judge was completely defeated to find a way to directly destroy that "Tower" to solve the crisis he and the judge were facing at the root.

"A power from the rules?" Lucien gritted his teeth, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded white paper.

The white paper had a faint golden halo flowing around it, and this paper was a "Decree" written by Lucien a long time ago for saving his life. It seemed quite appropriate to use it in this situation.

Sss—

Lucien tore up the Decree, and the special rule power contained within it was released at that moment.

A special rule power descended upon Lucien and his identity [Lurah], enveloping their bodies in a layer of light pink-purple halo.

[Decree·Immunity] to a certain extent, immunized them from external damage and significantly reduced the influence of rules on them.

This Decree allowed Lucien and Lurah to be in a semi-invincible state for a short time. Initially, it was designed by Lucien to prevent Lurah from being sneakily attacked and killed, using immunity to damage to buy time for his main body to retaliate. However, Lucien now valued the second effect of this Decree more.

In the current situation, he could use the rules built into the Decree to offset some of the goblin priest’s "Twisted" rule powers, thereby achieving an enhancement in strength.

After all, the Tower was also in a twisted and maliciously minimized state, and partially unleashing his own strength when attacking the Tower was like having his strength leap.

Ssssss...

After being enveloped by Dream Rules on his body surface, Lucien finally noticed the presence of those gray-white mists. At this time, these gray-white mists were continuously entangling with the pink-purple gas covering his body.

Even though the Dream Rules were clearly more pronounced in "quality," because of their small quantity and being rootless water, they had always been in a defensive state in this struggle, and in some situations, they couldn’t completely prevent the gray-white airflow from affecting Lucien.

However, it was precisely due to this thin layer of Dream Rules serving as the first layer of protection that Lucien’s original strength, which had been minimized to an extreme, was preliminarily unleashed.

The effect of this unleashing was that when Lucien cast the witchcraft [Frost Moon Dance], each Frost Moon Blade was three times larger and more powerful than in its normal state!

In this state, Lucien felt his attack power was not weaker than that of seasoned second-level Wizards, and he could even compete with some third-level Wizards in sustained attacks.

Yet, as he looked at the Altar Tower before him, he still felt apprehensive; after all, he didn’t know how to deal with this thing that seemed like a life form, yet also like an inanimate object. Should he dismantle it through brute force?