Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 985 - 650: Cracking Down on Piracy Is Everyone’s Responsibility

For Younka, the Magic Association once held two attitudes.

One side wanted to severely crack down on his behavior of taking without notice and modifying magic at will, even spreading modified magic on a large scale without the Association's safety tests, which was seen as a violation of rights.

No one can steal the knowledge resources of the Magic Association without facing any penalty!

The other side was greatly interested in the fighting qi conversion technology Younka researched, believing it would be a revolutionary invention.

If the current limitation of the technology, which can only be applied to residents of the Warrior Country, could be resolved for broad application, Younka's portrait might even be hung in the hall built by the Association for the generations of Magic Masters.

Faced with such a talented individual who invented something revolutionary, exceptions might be made at times; if Younka agrees to research collaboratively with the Association, the infringement issues could be temporarily put aside, turning major issues into minor ones, and minor ones into nothing.

After a short debate, someone suddenly proposed a suggestion:

"Let's send someone to give him a gentle warning; if he agrees to cooperate, we'll turn big issues into small ones. If he refuses, we'll make an example out of him."

How should I put it, this suggestion... was a bit too normal.

So normal that the group at the Magic Association, who research "peculiar and unconventional" things daily, simply overlooked it; they hadn't thought of it at all.

Though the suggestion wasn't magical enough, not interesting enough, not...

But since it could be applied practically, the leading professors, while lamenting that they couldn't propose something more aligned with a magician's way of doing things, agreed to implement the suggestion.

So who would be chosen?

Who should be sent to the Warrior Country to really pressure Younka?

Naturally, everyone cast their votes for the most staunch advocate of copyright within the Association, Professor Turci.

Recently, Turci's reputation as the "copyright leader" was growing more prominent, making everyone instinctively nervous upon seeing her, mainly due to her recent actions.

Since the opening of Reyalucaria Magic Academy in the Sain Dungeon, those who entered could be assigned to a suitable mentor by the "Sorting Hat," besides the most popular magic tutors, there were also some niche tutors teaching people.

For instance, people had begun to hear about "ordinary attack magic," "projection magic," and "chantless water magic," amongst others, which the public had never heard of. There were so many mentors and types of magic that the exact number hasn't been fully counted yet.

This inevitably led to some attempting to take shortcuts, packaging the obscure magic they learned from Reyalucaria Magic Academy and registering it with the Association for copyright and other purposes.

And at this point, it was Turci's moment to shine.

She could always see through those disguises at a glance, and under her special interrogation techniques, no one could withstand it; they all confessed their evil deeds, followed by Turci's personality-crushing reprimands, causing some to foam at the mouth and be carried out after just hearing halfway through.

As these incidents grew, people began to look at Turci with awe.

No one could have guessed that such warm lips could utter such icy cold words; the contrast was too stark.

Therefore, carrying the hope of the whole village, no, the whole Association, Turci, and several other professors went to the Warrior Country to carry out a series of actions against Younka.

Even prior rumors that the magic concerning the Sain Dungeon would cause various negative effects quieted down, partially due to her assistance.

After many rounds of confrontation and encirclement, Younka was finally forced out of his Magician Tower to confront Turci face to face.

"Have you thought it through, Younka?"

The venue of the War Festival had now become the site of the clash between these two after the festival ended today.

Turci looked at Younka across from her, unable to understand why in such a serious situation he insisted on wearing a luminous stone mask, when revealing his true appearance would make him look more serious.

Surrounding them were Warrior Country residents stretching their necks to watch, creating a noisy scene as there were even people who began fighting in the audience due to differing opinions and support, making it unlikely things would end without a conclusion today.

In fact, Turci was somewhat surprised the situation had escalated to this point.

Even the most ardent advocate of copyright like her knew the Association needed to generate profit, so she didn't launch a full-on public offensive against Younka.

She had actually privately hinted the Association's stance to Younka.

Unexpectedly, he was quite the hard bone, showing no intention of cooperating, with his only response to Turci being:

[This is my experiment]

Experiment, a term no magic apprentice would feel unfamiliar with, as it's something related to magic that people perform daily.

The Magic Association had long speculated about such a situation, after all, everything Younka did ultimately confined itself to the Warrior Country region, evidently pursuing some purpose, much like the experiments magicians perform daily, though the scale was somewhat larger.

However, many in the Association didn't hold attitudes towards stopping such experiments potentially conducted on an entire country as a field, being instead curious to delve deeper, driven by a thirst for knowledge marked in their hearts.

Turci was one of those who found this suspected experiment inappropriate; she wasn't about to stop it outright because experiments were essentially a magician's lifeline and everything, preferring to deeply understand it before making a judgment.

She craved knowledge but wasn't about to support or engage in heartless experiments devoid of humanity.

Thus, Turci conveyed the Association's intention to understand more, possibly even help facilitate the experiment, to Younka.

His response was very magician-like.

[You cannot understand, this is my experiment, and only I can complete it personally]

Too classic.

Just from this response alone, Turci could imagine a solitary, proud, confident person who saw themselves as the only genius while others were mere muggles—a magic fanatic, or rather, this was the image of most magicians.

No room for discussion, none at all.

Then let's do it this way, bring over the copyright fees that the association wants, that astronomical amount that even Younka can't afford. By then, there's a way to make him spill the contents of his experiment by signing a compensation contract.

Turci thought of herself as no saint, naturally making such a decision without any doubt.

And so, things have escalated to this point, a public confrontation.

On my side, there are thousands of investigation documents prepared by the association, meticulously listing all of Younka's infringements, intricately connected with no omissions. No matter how this guy tries to argue, it's useless.

Looking at the thick stack of files beside her, Turci felt confident in her victory.

Younka, across from her, remained silent, which was also within her expectations. Such a situation must be quite humiliating for a proud magician like Younka.

If it's humiliating, then from the start, just properly adhere to the copyright laws!

Thinking of this, Turci's gaze grew colder. She glanced around at the spectators, considering that according to her investigation, Younka held a high position in the hearts of the citizens, revered by all like a perfect idol.

The development of events up to this point must leave those residents with mixed feelings; I even feel some sympathy for them.

But just then, Turci noticed that the noise among the audience seemed to be gradually decreasing, growing quieter, and the people who were fighting earlier were now lying sprawled on the ground, not getting up.

"No matter what, I still support Master Younka..."

"Haha, what's there to support about a plagiarist? If you're unhappy, we can have another fight."

The two groups lying on the ground were exchanging fierce words, and another battle seemed imminent.

But one side suddenly waved a hand and said with a Zen-like demeanor:

"Forget it, I feel inexplicably exhausted today. Don't want to fight at all, I'll just support the master in my heart."

"Now that you mention it, I feel really tired too, let's not fight then..."

Suddenly, both sides adopted a Zen-like attitude, peacefully lying on the ground.

Their state spread through the audience like a plague.

With someone taking the lead, those spectators who were previously riled up were visibly becoming... prone?

The noise, shouts, and arguments gradually subsided, leaving only people lazily watching Younka and Turci.

The way they looked was identical to Abel and the others.

On the highest stand not far away, King Banto was surprisingly yawning leisurely at such a critical moment, looking drowsy.

Next to him, Elo and the chieftain of the Four-legged Dragon Clan displayed the same reactions, their demeanor resembling Peach-furred Beasts scratching their bellies leisurely.

The situation on the scene made Turci furrow her brow; laziness is like a nemesis for magicians.

She really didn't like the Warrior Country; people here wore extravagant clothes, with a prevailing culture of comparisons, making them seem less like humans and more like the treasure-hoarding race known for liking to possess wealth.

Exaggeration is also a big no-no for magicians; one must be down-to-earth when conducting experiments.

And now, the people from the Warrior Country were collectively showing a decadent and lazy atmosphere, the combination of elements disdained by both magicians, causing Turci's impression of this country to drop to a freezing point.

Wait.

Her tightly furrowed brow suddenly quivered, a puzzled expression appearing in her eyes.

The current situation, laziness spreading like a plague...

This is very abnormal, right?

"A genius's ideas are always hard to comprehend."

Younka suddenly spoke at this moment, the voice from under the hood particularly muffled, carrying an inexplicable granular sound, like crystals rubbing against each other.

"Finally willing to speak?" Although feeling somewhat strange, Turci refocused her attention.

"Even though I walk on the right path without deviation, unforeseen misfortunes inexplicably strike, just like now." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Younka's voice was void of joy or sadness, like the calm surface of a lake.

"Fortunately, before the misfortune closed in, I had reached the end of the road."

He raised his head to look at Turci, who suddenly felt a chill, as if being watched by something inhuman.

Younka didn't seem to want to discuss the copyright issue, perhaps because he knew there was no suspense in it, so he steered the topic in another direction.

"The association wanted to know about my experiment, Professor Turci, the experiment has already ended."

"What do you want to say?" Turci became vigilant.

Is such a thing as an experiment suitable to be discussed in front of everyone?

"For you fools to admire, here is the result of my experiment."

Younka raised his hands, his tone finally showing emotion, one of pride.

"Come witness the birth of the Magic God!"