This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Idiots blabbering dreams." Before Lucien could speak, Earl Sanaxis, who seemed to have overheard Abu’s words, snickered in contempt at the goblin priest’s curse.

Lucien raised an eyebrow, quite surprised that Earl Sanaxis, amidst his "stealing," still had the leisure to watch Abu struggle.

But Lucien didn’t dare underestimate Abu’s curse like Earl Sanaxis, especially since in their previous talk, Abu had mentioned methods that seemed to beckon them, the Sons of Chaos, back to the civilization of Chaos.

Thus, the goblin priest Abu might suffer a great loss here, yet he ultimately could possess the means to return to the civilization of Chaos through some special method, perhaps even regain his original divine standing and seek revenge against Lucien.

"Hey." Earl Sanaxis seemed to understand the worries in Lucien’s heart, his tone revealing a hint of schadenfreude.

"Don’t overthink it, even if He were lucky enough to escape with His life, considering the divinity He has lost this time, it would probably take Him ’thousands’ or even ’tens of thousands’ of years just to recover to His peak state. Not to mention... He must die to return to Chaos, and here... without decisive action, He might not even get the chance to die."

"Not get the chance to die?" Lucien was puzzled but could only act as a spectator in such a high-level confrontation, and if not for Earl Sanaxis’ reminder, even watching would have been difficult for him.

Meanwhile, under the constriction of those Order Chains, most of Abu’s divine thoughts had been shattered, leaving only a dozen or so pitifully fleeing thoughts that had managed to escape the "main battlefield" of the besieging Order Chains, running for the outside with all their strength.

However, the chains quickly began to move like writhing snakes, the dance that ensued not only had a special aesthetic but also emitted very unique rule fluctuations.

Under the influence of these fluctuations, Abu’s scrambling thoughts rapidly regressed, even the previously shattered thoughts reappeared at this moment, reversing like a rewound scene, merging, and reassembling into the goblin priest Abu, whose eyes were filled with terror and desperation.

"That great being’s power is like the ’Dream Layer’ or, one might say, a ’Miracle,’" Earl Sanaxis sneered, looking at the goblin priest Abu bound tightly by the chains and clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Miracle?"

"To put it simply, it’s when one’s desires are certain to be fulfilled!"

"No..." Desperation filled Abu’s eyes, but at this time, part of His divinity was already under the dominion of that master, and with the interference of the "traitors," He had even lost total control of His own body, being forced to watch helplessly as He was bound by the chains and hung up like smoked meat, moving with the chains toward some even more mysterious and secretive space.

"Kill me, kill me!" Abu struggled incessantly, but his struggles seemed weak at the moment.

"What’s going on here?" Lucien watched the struggling Abu, somewhat bewildered.

"Hey, between a feast now and then, that person is very clear about it," Earl Sanaxis chuckled lightly while also signaling Lucien to look towards the space channel that had opened a crack.

Through the space channel’s gaps, Lucien could vaguely see into the scene on the other side of the space channel:

Beside that great being, more and more "smoked meats" hung upside down, the chains binding them rhythmically swaying. At a glance, Lucien couldn’t even determine their exact number.

"Hisss..." Lucien couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air.

From Abu’s fate, one could infer that the "smoked meat" stored by that existence were likely live deities one by one.

And judging from the number of deities within that space, there were at least a few hundred bound and reduced to "livestock" being bred by the slumbering sovereign, They were like bunches of "chives" planted, and the moment their divinity was restored to a certain level, they would be periodically harvested by the one in sleep.

"What is so strange about that? After all, the weakest beings that can move around in the Star Sea are deities. If He were in his prime, He probably wouldn’t bother with the divinity inside these deities. As for now... He doesn’t have the luxury to be picky," said Earl Sanaxis in a somewhat desolate tone, and at the same time, he hastened his "feasting" upon the stone slab.

After continuously sucking in the special rule power from the stone slab, Earl Sanaxis’s body swelled up like an inflated balloon. His body, originally the size of a dragon’s eye, was now stretched to the size of a tennis ball, and the color changed from a pale green to a mottled mix of pink and green.

"Comfortable..." Earl Sanaxis exhaled slowly and then belched a rather large burp.

Lucien’s eyelids twitched at the sight, knowing that those chains had not yet dissipated. Given Earl Sanaxis’s rough way of thievery, he felt it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

But looking at Earl Sanaxis’s tiny frame, not even as thick as those chains, would he really end up being made into "live smoked meat"?

Lucien fell into deep thought.

...

Meanwhile, at the Northern Border.

"Huff..." A knight of the Trujillo family suddenly sat up, his eyes having turned a pure shade of gray-white in that instant.

His face twitched slightly, showing unwillingness, anger, repression, and a touch of fear.

Knowing that the great existence of the Dream Layer could still exert such influence on reality, Abu felt that he wouldn’t have come to the Land of Reality so resolutely to set his plans in motion.

"Huff... Over 70% of my true form is trapped in that space, but fortunately, I’ve always been cautious. Even under normal circumstances, I would keep two emotional avatars outside, or I would have really been done for this time."

The knight of the Trujillo family, or rather, an avatar of Abu, looked at the direction of the royal city feeling both relieved and a little shaken. But his actions were very decisive.

Whoosh—

His body separated from the knight and then rapidly rushed towards the obscure membrane layer of the Land of Reality.

"I have already sacrificed as many as fifteen worlds to the Mother Goddess here, the offerings enough for the Mother Goddess to help me cut off the connection with my true form. Just give me a bit of time, and I am certain I can recover and return to strike back!"

Abu’s emerald eyes shone with a fierce light.

But in the next instant, his expression turned incredibly ugly because, right there, an old man in a simple, ancient robe was squatting in wait. In his hands was a gold scale riddled with cracked lines and a dimly glowing light.