This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Lucien was relatively familiar with this aura, having hastily glimpsed it before when he identified that feather pen.

However, compared to the calm, even somewhat deathly stillness it had during its slumber, the aura that now descended, though equally somber, carried a madness within it, like a beast’s inherent desire for its prey.

If one were to "dub" this aura, it would probably express something like this.

Hungry, food!

Only the "food" this simple consciousness sought after were those entities that could be called "gods"!

Thus, upon its arrival, it immediately set its target on the goblin priest, who exuded an "enticing aroma," even temporarily ignoring the question of why the priest had infiltrated the scene, which it should have considered.

As for Lucien?

In the eyes of this great dominator, Lucien didn’t even qualify as "small fry."

After all, the Dream Layer’s deep ruler’s subconscious was still asleep, and the aura that descended now was primarily the result of some measures It laid out before sleeping, with an extremely faint will, driven more by the body’s instinct.

After all, It desired to recover, to awaken from Its endless slumber, which required "eating," requiring the replenishment of the missing part of Its "divinity" to make It whole again.

Driven by this instinct, the great dominator showed an extreme longing for divine sustenance. The moment Its aura descended, thick, invisible chains shot out from the void. These Chains of Order carried an air of sublime rules, and as they collided with the gray-white aura released by the goblin priest Abu, they shattered it on impact.

It was like slicing tofu with a precious sword or the fierce sun easily piercing through a thin layer of clouds; the qualitative difference made the clash of rules a foregone conclusion before it truly began.

Under the interweaving of these Chains of Order, the distorted powers released by the goblin priest disintegrated at once, falling apart rapidly.

Hum—

The Altar Tower standing not far away seemed to sense the crisis, as its gray eye atop suddenly opened wide, its vortex interior appearing to contain a vast gray nebula, from which an equally grand yet slightly sinister and terrifying consciousness was transmitted.

However, this consciousness dissipated voluntarily at the moment it sensed the situation here, severing all connections with this side.

After losing contact with the Mother of Chaos, the eye atop the Altar Tower lost its "soul," becoming dim and lifeless, causing the twisted structure of the Altar Tower to lose its support and energy supply and start to collapse from within.

The Order Chains swiftly swept by, taking with them some special gray-white crystals left behind from the decomposed Altar Tower.

"Two-legged hairy beast, that eye! Take that eye!" Earl Sanaxis’s voice rang out, carrying a note of urgency. "Heh heh heh, I originally thought you’d be lucky enough to scrape up a few scraps, but who would’ve thought... you’d actually chance upon a big grain of rice, ha ha ha, must say, fools do have foolish luck!"

Lucien glanced briefly in the direction of the paper judge, then quickly dashed toward the location of the eye.

And at this moment, the paper judge was indeed too preoccupied with himself.

For the golden scales he had produced, although they did not possess true divinity, they still bore certain corresponding characteristics. In the subconscious of the Dream Dominator, these scales were food that could supplement its own needs.

Although the quantity was small, and the quality not particularly good, in these dire circumstances, it naturally could not pass up the chance to treat even a steamed bun as dry rations.

It was for this reason that even though he wasn’t given special attention, there were still a few chains, condensed from the rules of order, attempting to capture both him and the golden scales he held.

"Get lost!" The paper judge’s face, which had maintained a calm expression, now showed a trace of arrogant dominance, as his flat body continually threw punches, attacking the chains surrounding him. A faint aura of rules repelled these chains, enhanced by the spinning of the golden scales, as he attempted to weigh these Order Chains.

Unfortunately, to weigh something, there are also requirements for the scales themselves.

The moment the paper judge tried to weigh these Order Chains, minute changes in shape occurred on the golden beam of the scale.

Crack, crack, crack...

With a series of slight noises, within the paper judge’s shocked and furious gaze, a small crack appeared on the golden beam and quickly began to grow larger and deeper at a rate visible to the naked eye!

Clearly, these Order Chains themselves were far beyond what the golden scales were capable of weighing.

"No!" The paper judge’s eyes nearly burst with rage. After letting out a cry of despair, he willingly disintegrated. After losing the "medium" of the paper judge, the hidden space where the scales resided quickly began to detach from normal space, attempting to use this to evade the Order Chains’ subsequent attacks and plundering.

However, these "little tricks" seemed somewhat feeble and powerless in front of the Order Chains.

Several Order Chains, like nimble serpents, tightly bound the entire hidden space, almost at the same moment the paper judge self-destructed, they wrapped up the entire hidden space, using themselves as an "anchor" to firmly fix the space housing the golden scales, not giving it any chance to escape.

Afterward, these chains cooperated to "tighten" their stranglehold on the hidden space, like a group of old fishermen with tacit understanding slowly pulling the "net" back onto the boat.

And the fish in the net? They didn’t stand a chance of escape.

"Wizard!" And at this time, the goblin priest Abu let out a roar towards Lucien.

If the judge had merely lost his painstakingly accumulated divinity and could at least keep his life, then the goblin Abu now truly felt the threat of imminent death.

Under the pursuit of these Order Chains, he felt like a fat deer trapped by a group of hunters in a small wood, death seemingly inevitable, the only difference being who would kill him and how he would die.

Despite never giving up hope of escape, even going so far as to disperse and abandon his physical form, transforming into dozens of emotional life forms capable of walking in the consciousness of ordinary life, these little tricks seemed somewhat pale in front of those Order Chains.

Splat!

A chain pierced directly through the chest of one of his avatars!