This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 225 - 204: Blood Splatters in the Library

Chapter 225: Chapter 204: Blood Splatters in the Library

"Apparently, although these are books from the Trujillo family, the books themselves were formed from my subconscious, so all these are books I’ve read or at least have some impression of, stemming from projections in my memory, which quite fits some of the setups of the Dream World..."

Lucien was very interested in the composition of the Land of Reality deep within the Dream Layer. He had originally thought that the projection of this Dream World should come entirely from the owner of the dream, but judging by these books here, parts of this dream might also originate from his own dreams or subconscious projections.

Could he use this to his advantage?

As Lucien pondered this, his hands did not stop moving. Instead, he rapidly searched for anything suspicious, especially the "pen" previously mentioned by Earl Sanaxis.

To speed things up, Lucien quickly released his spiritual power, using it as tendrils to scan the surrounding information, which significantly increased his treasure-hunting speed.

"Hmm? This must be ink," Lucien suddenly discovered something and quickly moved to a table, then retrieved three drops of ink exuding a golden glow from inside an ink bottle.

"This ink container capable of holding such special ink might also be a valuable item, take it with me," Lucien quickly secured it and continued searching for the "pen" specifically highlighted by Earl Sanaxis.

However, suddenly, a series of footsteps caused Lucien to stop. Holding his breath, he swiftly concealed his trail behind a bookshelf, slowly and quietly creating distance from what seemed to be another player, and used his spiritual power for long-distance sensing or spying.

It appeared to be a young woman... She was searching for something as well... Lucien slowly retreated while sensing with his spiritual power, trying to offset his position from this unknown entity and continue his search.

But frustratingly for Lucien, this uninvited guest happened to choose the area he hadn’t yet explored. If he didn’t want to miss the pen pointed out by Earl Sanaxis, he could only choose to move in the same direction as her, subtly turning them into competitors.

"She seems to be using her sight for searching, even if it’s a powerful character being played, but that powerful individual doesn’t excel at perception and exploration. In this situation, I still have the upper hand. Get the ’pen’ and leave immediately," Lucien gritted his teeth, deciding to take a risk this time.

Of course, this was also because the ink he had just obtained gave him some confidence.

Click-click-click... The crisp sound of lady’s heels on the wooden floor stood out conspicuously in the quiet environment.

Lucien held his breath, relying on the compact advantage of his body to quickly crouch down, coiling himself in the shadows, his breath reduced to the bare minimum, but he already had a drop of ink ready in his hand for a sudden burst at the crucial moment.

Fortunately, the sound of the heels approached from afar and then slowly faded away. At the closest moment, he was only separated by two bookshelves from the owner of the heels.

Pen... pen...

Lucien quickly stood up, simultaneously using his spiritual power tendrils to swiftly scan the surroundings. Suddenly, he found the pen previously mentioned by Earl Sanaxis, now lying quietly on a remote oak table.

It was an exquisitely crafted antique feather pen, the front part of the quill made of metal, with a black body stamped with golden patterns, exuding an archaic, majestic appeal.

However, the appearance of the pen was secondary. Importantly, within Lucien’s sensing, inside the ink-holding cavity of the feather pen, there were also two drops of special golden ink.

Evidently, this was a special feather pen related to the golden ink, and also the crucial item Earl Sanaxis had reminded him to obtain!

Lucien stepped forward, approaching the position of the pen cautiously and quickly.

However, he soon stopped, his expression souring, because in his spiritual sensing, the unknown individual had also spotted the oak table and was now heading towards it.

What to do?

This thought swiftly crossed Lucien’s mind. Perhaps her goal was not the oak table, but if she was also a "player," as soon as she came close to the table and inspected the insides of the feather pen to discover the golden ink, she would definitely realize the specialty of this feather pen...

With that, Lucien no longer hesitated—he boldly turned around, crouching low, and rushed towards the unknown presence.

"Who!" A sharp, somewhat panicked female voice rose.

But responding to her was Lucien’s fierce attack, launching it off with a Spiritual Shock generated by the field of spiritual power!

Bang——

Lucien did not hesitate at all, because the moment he sprung into action, he sensed that the ink he had obtained was being consumed at an alarming rate.

He looked at the woman in front of him, suspected to be some noble lady, and could not afford to think too much. The Wizard’s Notes appeared in his hand, and the next moment, the Wizard’s Notes flipped open, and with a page flying out, a spell of witchcraft forcefully materialized.

A first-level witchcraft, Shadow Hand·Revised!

This was a first-level witchcraft that Lucien had exchanged from the hidden library of Greybone Academy. He had initially exchanged it to capture the nightmare creature Adeline, but Lucien had little chance to use this witchcraft in later battles.

However, at this time, this witchcraft was incredibly useful as it was one of the few first-level witchcrafts Lucien knew that caused the least disturbance when attacking. After a system upgrade, the fluctuations caused by this witchcraft were even more subtle than some zero-level witchcrafts, making it the best choice for malicious deeds.

"You..." The noble lady seemed to want to say something, but Lucien did not give her a chance. Without hesitation, he controlled the Shadow Hand and forcefully grabbed her head.

Bang——

The noble lady, standing two to three meters away from Lurah, had her skull directly crushed by the Shadow Hand, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere, making the scene look quite horrifying.

"No——" Yet, Lucien looked up indifferently, silently watching a somewhat ethereal figure slowly emerging from the corpse of the noble lady.

The aura emitted by this figure was not weaker than Lucien’s, clearly also a Formal Wizard-level opponent, and judging by his burly and robust physique, he might be a warrior who excelled in close combat, somewhat like a Physical Refining Wizard. However, under the rules of the Dream World, even with his terrifying body, he could not protect the identity he had inhabited.

Under the suppression of the rules of the Dream World, the robust "player" still wanted to struggle, but in the next moment, he was directly annihilated by the rules, with some of the remaining energy being absorbed by Lucien, making him feel a sharp increase in the purity of his spiritual power.

However, what surprised Lucien was that the player’s dead identity did not revive because of the player’s annihilation. It still lay in front of Lucien, maintaining the posture of a "blown head," and on her body surfaced many items including a bottle containing five drops of ink.

"These must be the relics of that mighty figure." Lucien did not hesitate to collect these items into his storage ring, and at the same time, he looked down at his third drop of ink.

At this moment, the golden luster emitted by this drop of ink had dimmed somewhat, obviously part of its energy had already been used.

"Phew, I didn’t expect that the ink would be consumed so quickly under full battle..." Lucien thought to himself with a sense of relief, then quickly walked over to the oak desk and took the feather pen into his arms.

And as he was about to leave the hidden library, he couldn’t help but take another look at the corpse inside. He felt that the death of this identity might bring some unexpected changes to him or to the plot of this Dream World.

"Never mind, the identity I’m currently playing is a child, a five-year-old child." Lucien shrugged helplessly. He didn’t have the power to revive the dead, so after a moment of unease, he quickly left the hidden library and considered how he should respond if any unexpected situations arose.

Outside the hidden library, the gathering continued, but the people in front had dispersed inside the manor, engaging in various entertainments, while at Rafael’s side a group of women gathered around him both closely and remotely.

Meanwhile, Count Fuller, who had had a conflict with Rafael earlier, had already disappeared, seemingly having left early.

"Those guys... catching them all and executing each one would still probably leave some players slipping through the net. Unfortunately, the setting of this world seems to revolve around that guy, so there are also ’identities’ not inhabited by players that get caught in the mix, which can’t be used as a criterion for determining whether they are players."

Lucien watched from a distance and also took advantage of his young age, constantly weaving through the crowd, quickly blending into the group as an inconspicuous minor character.

"Sorry, excuse me... Sorry..."

Lucien participated in various games while quietly sensing the surroundings.

"Miss Somaya!"

"Miss Somaya!"

Suddenly, a somewhat urgent voice resounded inside the venue.

"Has anyone seen Miss Somaya?" A female voice, seemingly tinged with a cry, rose up, causing the previously lively and cheerful venue to quiet down.