This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 280 - 253 Confrontation

Chapter 280: Chapter 253 Confrontation

As the gray-white air stream rapidly merged into the interior of the Dream Rules Stone Tablet, the row of still blurred characters also gradually became clear.

Before long, a row of new tadpole script appeared at the bottom of the tablet’s text. Initially, these characters exhibited a bizarre gray-white color, but they soon turned into a faint golden hue, appearing very similar to the other normal tadpole script, except that one could vaguely see a faint gray-white air stream at the connection between these characters and the Dream Stone Plate.

These gray-white air streams representing the power of "Twisting" glued the row of characters onto the Dream Stone Plate, forcibly binding them together, and integrated these new rules into the Dream Rules in a short time, treating them as "kindred."

This was a kind of distortion and twisting of the rules, or more accurately, an invasion and alteration of the Dream Rules.

Dream Rules (pseudo): Forbidding the use of any supernatural tools!

The intangible rule descended, conveying this new rule to all players, including Lucien.

Immediately, countless vague, semi-transparent chains descended, sealing off the effects of numerous tools on all players, including their storage spaces, causing the leather bag that was wrapping [Lurah] to shrink forcibly, promptly "spitting" out Lurah, who had not yet had time to "enlarge."

Hush—

Just as Lucien had frantically managed to put [Lurah], the size of an adult’s palm, in his pocket, the Wizard’s Notes floating nearby also had its power thoroughly sealed. It fell to the ground like an ordinary notebook, its leather pages rustling in the wind.

"Without that feather pen, let’s see what you’ll do?" in his mind, the goblin priest’s voice carried a hint of triumph, clearly very pleased with his effort to leave no stone unturned.

"You think, can the rules inside this Dream Layer seal off the methods of a great sovereign?" Lucien lightly chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the predicament before him.

By now, without the obstruction of the Elemental Puppets, Lucien simply approached the Altar Tower at a relatively steady pace, also carefully observing this creation from a chaotic civilization. Watching the intertwined black and gray-white lines on the Altar Tower, he felt a sense of chaos and balance.

These lines formed one pattern after another, some looking like tangled balls of yarn, others resembling somewhat abstract animals. However, these patterns all gave Lucien a subtle sense of threat. He felt that if the energy contained within these special patterns were to be unleashed, their lethality might surpass that of the usual second-level witchcraft, and even a few of the relatively complex patterns might reach the level of third-level or even higher witchcraft.

This was a wisdom crystal from another top-tier civilization, and merely briefly inspecting these patterns made Lucien feel their impact on him.

Given more time to study these special patterns and to draw insights and learn from them, he might easily create one or two special-effect first or second-level witchcraft spells.

However, unfortunately, the goblin priest hiding in the shadows would not give Lucien so much time, as he couldn’t permanently twist the Dream Rules Stone Tablet. Even for the goblin priest, forcibly manipulating the "Twisted Rules" he controlled to alter the Dream Rules Stone Tablet was a challenging task.

It was like a teenager swinging a large hammer using some techniques—he might be able to swing the hammer impressively with the skill, but his lack of strength would soon cause him to lose control of the hammer, and the longer he delayed, the more likely he was to suffer a strong backlash.

For the goblin priest, the consequences of this backlash were even more severe because he was attempting to tamper with the core rules of the Dream World, which were specifically designed to "capture" prey like him.

It was like a cunning rat using the switch on a mousetrap: the longer he used it, the higher the likelihood of being captured. Once captured, it would mean nothing but death for the goblin priest.

"I’ll give you one last chance, throw away that storage ring and scram!" the voice of the goblin priest echoed in Lucien’s mind once more. Simultaneously, inside the crooked Altar Tower, thirteen gray-white air streams popped out, quickly forming thirteen different creature images.

Among them was a beast resembling a tiger or leopard, a cyclops over ten meters tall, and an ultra-small individual the size of a baby’s thumb...

The strength of these individuals varied, but they all possessed gray-white eyes. They all looked at Lucien together, their mouths moving in unison as they spoke the same words, "Wizard, do not attempt to provoke or challenge a deity!"

Lucien scoffed.

Because these life forms made of fog, though somewhat intimidating in appearance, emitted an aura that revealed their strength was not formidable—the strongest was only nearing the level of a second-level Wizard, with most of the fog beings being either at the peak of a third-level Wizard Apprentice or at the ordinary first-level Wizard standard, which was not a challenging opponent for Lucien.