This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 264 - 240: Despair and Light

Chapter 264: Chapter 240: Despair and Light

"Miss, are you looking for Miss Daya and the others?" As Lucien came out of the restroom, he happened upon another maid, who bowed with a smile and extended her hand to Lucien with nearly the exact movements as the maid from before.

"They are now playing in the back garden, miss, shall I take you there?" The maid smiled, but her smile sent a chill down Lucien’s spine.

"It seems like I understand the essence of ’manipulation’ in the goblin priest ritual now," Lucien murmured to himself, clearly seeing the seemingly normal emotional colors of the maid before him.

At this moment, Lucien felt that these "normal players" were like soulless spider silk of astonishing stickiness, and he was the pitiful insect entangled in the web, struggling in vain to escape.

Perhaps he wouldn’t find that "Mr. Spider" even at the last moment...

Perhaps for him now, even death could only cause a slight inconvenience to the goblin priest, like blowing up his Spirit Power Core himself, and then others would hear a loud bang followed by the sight of a blooming blood-red firework...

An intangible sense of despair enveloped Lucien, this intense, inexplicably magnified emotion firmly ensnaring his will to survive like a sturdy lasso.

"Death doesn’t seem too bad..." Lucien whispered softly, his spiritual power already in an "overactive" state as if the Spiritual Constant Star that formed his spirit core might explode any second.

But just as the "lasso" was about to tighten, a strong fluctuation erupted from within Lucien’s spirit core.

...

Greybone Academy.

Hiss hiss hiss...

A foul, burnt smell emanated from the crucible on Carly’s experiment table, accompanied by a puff of black smoke, the potion ingredients worth over thirty magic stones were completely ruined.

"Monica, would you mind preparing two... no, three sets of potion ingredients for me?" Carly, feeling slightly irritated, took out a bag of magic stones from her storage ring and handed it to Monica, her student and lab assistant.

"Teacher, should I come over tonight or..."

"In a couple of days, I’m not in a good state today, I need to adjust myself," Carly spoke softly, maintaining a rather strict demeanor in front of her student, which, in her understanding, was the proper "teacher’s demeanor."

"Alright, how is your research on Healing Witchcraft progressing? I remember you were collaborating with Sally on that. However, they have gone out for field training, so if you need other Wizard Apprentices to participate in experiments, remember to register first..."

Carly didn’t know why, but she felt an unexplainable irritation in her heart and even found her own guidance to Monica excessively verbose.

"I understand, Teacher Carly. You should also rest well, teacher. Although the Fairy Physique differs from humans, confronting symptoms like yours might be alleviated by listening to some music," Monica adjusted her crystal glasses earnestly.

Carly nodded lightly and then stood in front of the desk Lucien had used before, looking out the window.

Suddenly, she clutched her chest tightly, sensing a special connection approaching its breaking point.

"Teacher Lucien!" Carly’s eyes widened involuntarily; at this moment, she seemed to feel the suffocating despair that Lucien was experiencing.

On the other side.

"This is the last group for this morning!" Edison carelessly threw the heavy metal chains that were bound to him onto the ground.

The heavy chains hit the floor, creating a shallow pit.

"Huff... huff..." And behind him, there followed a figure considerably smaller than Edison; he too was bound by heavy metal chains, and his walk was somewhat shaky.

"Brando, you are too weak. You need to eat more, get some strength." Edison looked at Brando, whose face was somewhat pale, and flashed a wide grin with his white teeth.

"I know, Brother Edison." Brando’s body swayed, but his eyes showed unwavering determination. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Edison, who was more of a teacher than a brother to him.

"That... I plan to leave Greybone Academy in a couple of days to visit my hometown."

"Going home is good, going home is great." Edison nodded gently, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

However, this confusion was quickly masked. He stood up and gently patted Brando’s shoulder. "If you want to go, then go."

Suddenly, Edison’s body trembled. Although he did not feel as directly or intensely as Carly did, at that moment, he suddenly felt an immense heaviness in his chest, and even the dried meat he was chewing seemed tasteless.

"Teacher..." Edison uttered a word, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

...

Inside the spirit core of Lucien, suddenly appeared two foreign fluctuations different from Lucien’s own will; one green and more intense, the other crimson but weaker.

These two fluctuations, however, provided a turn of events in the one-sided battle of despair that Lucien’s spiritual will was engaged in.

It was as if someone had thrown a rock from the outside, smashing a small hole in a window that had been completely sealed shut.

The hole was not large, but it was enough for the bright sunshine outside to barge in fiercely and quickly tear the room’s darkness to shreds.

Lucien almost instinctively grasped at this glimmer that represented hope of life; his consciousness also emerged from the dazed state it had been in, and he was somewhat startled to realize that he had almost fallen victim without a sound!

The power of despair that had quietly appeared inside his own spirit core, even for an instant, truly made Lucien feel as if those were his own thoughts—even indulging the idea of self-destructing the spirit core to end everything seemed so natural, so logical.

"Get out!" Upon discovering the traces of these despairing emotions, Lucien did not hesitate to fight back, using his spiritual power. The Spiritual Constant Star accelerated in its rotation, shattering the emotion named despair into pieces.

"Huff... huff..." Only when there was no longer a trace of despair’s dark emotion inside the spirit core did Lucien finally breathe a sigh of relief. The confrontation was brief and subtle, yet the danger was something he did not want to taste a second time.