Unripe watermelon

He had crossed into the dark, ruthless Wizard World.
Lucien found his system somewhat different from the usual golden finger.
System upgrade points? Chip activation?
None of these, but rather becoming a role model, transforming into a nurturing breeze:
Teaching students knowledge, receiving advanced knowledge in return.
Caring for and maintaining students, earning generous rewards.
[Your student has mastered the Magic Potion "Kuru's Cough," congratulations on acquiring the improved formula "Kuru's Cough - Enhanced"!]
[Your student has mastered witchcraft "Fireball," congratulations on learning witchcraft "Greater Fireball"!]
[Your student has successfully crafted the wizard's tool "Pale Mask," congratulations on acquiring the wizard tool’s manual "Revised Pale Mask"!]
Initially, Lucien was resistant.
But after experiencing what it was like to teach disciples and outdo them, Lucien felt he had completely transformed into the form of the master system.
This thing, isn't it much more useful than something called Cheating Device?

This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Lucien had figured out the truth, but when he looked at Niya, he noticed a faint hint of dark black around her body, indicating malice.


"I... I'm fine." Niya twisted her head away with a nervous voice, her hands fidgeting uncontrollably as if she was struggling, yet seemingly trying hard to convince herself.


Lucien's pupils slightly contracted, now understanding the meaning behind Niya's earlier statement, "It doesn't matter what happens to me."


Clearly, Niya was planning to use the opportunity of becoming his etiquette teacher to make a desperate move, and her target might just be him!


Thinking of this, Lucien quietly stepped back quickly, various thoughts flashing through his mind.


However, he soon thought of a method. He looked at Niya, who seemed to be struggling between her good and evil sides, and flashed her a sweet smile.


"Teacher... can you help me?" Lucian looked at Niya and then took a gemstone that Lurah was wearing and held it in his hand.


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