This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Cunning little wizard, I hope you’re as lucky next time as you were this time." After reaching the vicinity of the barrier to the Land of Reality, the judge paused briefly, and then turned his head to look at the world that lay at the intersection of illusion and reality, his expression complicated.

After all, to advance to an Order Mage and achieve the semi-god realm, he had left the Gray Mist World nearly a century ago. Not only did he have to painstakingly search for the traces of a deity that suited him, but he also had to slowly plot and plan. Yet, in the end, had he not luckily stumbled upon Ab’s emotional embodiment, it was very likely that all his hundred years of scheming and plotting would have amounted to nothing.

"However...why did that being let him go? Logically speaking, shouldn’t It be indifferent to such a small fry?"

The judge recalled the scene that his consciousness attached to the paper figure had witnessed, frowning slightly.

It wasn’t to say that the Dream Dominator was bloodthirsty. On the contrary, before the dominator had plunged into madness and committed that last act which shocked the entire Star Sea, that being was considered quite benevolent and gentle.

It’s just that differences in level meant differences in perspective. It’s like a person walking might avoid stepping on small cats or dogs, but would not go out of their way to avoid a swarm of "invisible" ants.

Yet, when facing Lucien, that being had clumsily and deliberately "avoided" him, which seemed somewhat odd.

"Could it be that feather quill holds some secret I’m not aware of?" Several thoughts flashed through the judge’s mind, none of which he could confirm. Shaking his head, he quickly withdrew several items needed for his promotion and hastily consumed them as he stepped out of the Land of Reality.

"Ugh..." His body trembled slightly, and the wrinkles on his somewhat aged face eased a bit. At the same time, the aura of his body became more restrained and balanced.

But suddenly, the judge’s body shook violently, his expression twisted in excruciating pain, even showing a hint of annoyance and remorse at times.

After a long while, he, or It, finally opened his eyes, but by then his eyes had become eerie.

The light blue eye on the right was calm and gentle, but the entire left eye had turned a thorough gray-white.

"This is my body, you cannot take it over!"

"Heh heh heh, this is also my body. Now that you have absorbed me, we are now one."

The judge’s body continued to tremble, but eventually, amidst the bickering of the two consciousnesses, it quickly broke free from the deep Dream Layer. However, it didn’t head towards any world, but directly burst through two world barriers. Using the innate power of the laws of an order mage, he began an unpleasant journey through the void of the Star Sea.

...

"They really did ignore you." When Lucien saw those chains dragging the "new smoked meat" disappear into the spatial rift, his heart truly settled.

"Tch, I didn’t break any of their set rules. See, there is nothing written here that forbids stealing the power of rules, right?" Sanaxis, the Earl, was smug. He puffed out his "little belly," looking every bit the triumphant general.

"Besides, we did round up some help for Them by providing a hearty meal, so what’s wrong with a little kickback? Even the emperor doesn’t shortchange his soldiers!"

Feeling he had made a just point, Sanaxis’s expression gradually shifted from initial uncertainty to confidence. Even his eyes wandered towards that Rule Stone Tablet that was already fading slightly.

If he wasn’t so full, Sanaxis might have taken another bite of that Dream Rules Stone Tablet.

"Two-legged furry freak, stop. I’ve snatched something good for you too." Seeing Lucien’s hesitance, Sanaxis flashed a smug, cheeky grin. "Top-notch stuff! And it’s very suitable for you to use right now...burp~"

Lucien, about to speak, suddenly fell silent.

Perhaps what makes us human is that we possess flexible minds and principles.

It was, after all, an item snatched from a dominator. Even if it might be nothing much to that dominator, for him, a lowly first-level wizard, whatever it was, it was an extremely valuable treasure.

Didn’t he see that a single feather that fell from the dominator’s body could form a feather quill with special effects, far surpassing the effects of common witch tools in certain aspects?

And according to Sanaxis’s description, it was a very suitable item for him.

"Sanaxis..." Lucien was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

Crack, crack, crack...

With a series of cracking sounds, the space that Lucien was in made noises like it was overwhelmed. Amidst these sounds, the space began to tremble, and the vibrations grew increasingly rapid.

"Quick, let’s go. The Twisted Rules of this place are failing without the divine infusion of that chaotic hound, and this twisted space is about to lock down."

Sanaxis’s voice rang out, and somehow he had returned to Lucien’s spirit core, even bringing his body with him this time. When Lucien felt Sanaxis’s presence, he could see the lazy expression in his big eyes.