Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 986 - 651: Birth of the Magic God

"What did you say...?"

Even though her brain told her she heard what Younka said clearly,

Turci couldn't believe her ears and made a sound like Kurosaki Ichigo.

Magic, God?

How could such an old-fashioned concept still be brought up? I thought only that guy Vienma would do that.

Indeed, there was a deity in history known as the God of Magic, said to have bestowed the Primordial Magic, from which all current magic evolved, making this deity the ancestor of all magic.

But the key point is, aside from this legend, there's nothing else about the God of Magic.

This God never manifested, nor delivered any divine revelations, entirely like a Transparent Man, to the extent that His very existence is questionable. The only evidence possibly proving His existence might be the Primordial Magic that Vienma tirelessly digs into.

So a god like the God of Magic, best described as "completely unheard of," naturally has no religion passed down in His name.

How should I put this, for magicians, spending time praying for blessings from a god is less beneficial than delving into the study of magic because the knowledge you gain truly becomes your own, while praying... is mostly just a psychological comfort, with few gods actually bestowing blessings.

Moreover, the God of Magic truly lacks any presence, praying to Him? That's pure psychological comfort.

Under the influence of a rational and practical spirit, today's magicians focus on research, and no one believes in gods, so the term "God of Magic" is rarely mentioned, to the point that scholars now question His existence.

And what did Turci hear here?

The... birth of the God of Magic?

How can an already existing deity be associated with the word "birth"?

As Turci's brain processed the information too quickly, when she realized what she heard, a jumble of thoughts popped into her mind.

These thoughts mixed together, finally forming one sentence that slipped out of her mouth:

"Younka, have you finally lost your mind from the pressure?"

Oh no, oh no, I didn't expect him to crack under pressure and lose his logic in speaking. If I push someone with such talent into insanity, won't it reduce my virtue?

"Ha, the thoughts of the mediocre,"

Turci's question elicited a disdainful sound from Younka.

Another unusual phenomenon occurred.

When Younka introduced such a "shocking" topic, the spectators of the War Festival...

Surprisingly had no reaction?

"Hey, did you guys hear what Master Younka just said?"

"Ah, I don't know, my brain feels tired, so I heard nothing..."

"Who cares what he says, Master is number one in the world..."

The onlookers uttered lazy voices, so lazy that it had become abnormal!

Among the lethargic crowd, only a few were still chattering, some shaking their companions' shoulders to discuss what Younka just said, some surprised by the change in atmosphere around them, a Maru sneaking away cautiously sensing something was wrong, and an Elsa puzzled by her suddenly lethargic companion next to her...

These somewhat normal reactions did not belong to anyone native to the Warrior Country.

"What's going on?"

Turci didn't expect an after-party or anything after solving the anomaly, but in this situation, she should do something.

Moreover, this situation most certainly had to do with Younka!

Is this another classic plotline of a magician's experiment gone wrong?

After a magician's experiment goes awry causing a major accident, the association will inevitably have to clean up the mess for them, further deepening society's stereotypes of magicians.

But Younka across the way seemed calm and composed, perhaps this situation hadn't gone awry?

He didn't seem eager to explain much, perhaps thinking that even if he did, the people around wouldn't understand.

However, he was willing to explain some simple truths because he was in a pleasant mood now, and boasting a bit to the muggles didn't seem like a big deal.

"I've been wondering for a long time, where do entities like gods come from?"

He introduced the first question.

"Naturally born? Elevated lifeforms? Or simply fictional? If gods aren't born as deities, how do they become them, and can the path to divinity be replicated?"

As if gravity had reversed, Younka's body gradually floated upward toward the sky, his robe moving as if carried by a non-existent wind, with the setting sun behind him, casting a crimson glow on his black robe.

"For decades, even hundreds of years, I've been conducting this research without any collaborators because no one can understand my theory. I've been searching far and wide for a suitable testing ground, and finally found it here, in the Warrior Country."

Younka lowered his head, looking at the land where he conducted his experiments for so long, his tone carrying a complex emotional tinge.

He still remembered the excitement when he discovered the Warrior Country's suitability for experiments back then.

The situation in the Warrior Country was quite unique.

The people living here generally held faith in the "War God" deity, but their faith wasn't as devout as that of the Holy Light Church; they might casually mutter a phrase seeking the War God's blessing when it crossed their minds, but if they didn't remember, they wouldn't do anything, which Younka termed as shallow belief.

Yet even so, the blessings of the War God seemed to still influence this country; the people here generally were tall and strong, and truly exceptional warriors would receive mysterious enhancements, becoming even stronger. Though the War God had never manifested conspicuously, He seemed to be everywhere.

It was indeed a remarkable situation.

However, by the time he arrived in the Warrior Country, the decline in warrior talent among newborns had started showing signs. Younka then joined the court under the guise of resolving this issue to conduct his research.

As he researched, he discovered an even more exhilarating fact.

The reason for the strength and robustness of the people of the Warrior Country may not all be due to the War God.

Because within the blood of the local people, the element of "Dragon" also flows.

This information comes from the notes of Younka's deceased teacher.

This situation wasn't caused by the local Dragon Riders, as the child of a human and a dragon is ultimately still a dragon. Only after several generations of bloodline dilution would there be a possibility of offspring with mostly human traits, unlike the people of the Warrior Country who look completely human in appearance.

Younka's teacher once transformed a group of dragons into humans.

This happened in a very distant era.

Those Dragon-men blended into the human crowd, and their offspring looked exactly like humans. No detection method could reveal their non-human characteristics, yet they possessed powers ordinary people did not have.

Over time, these individuals spread their branches and extended their bloodlines throughout the entire country.

Seems familiar, doesn't it?

A similar event once occurred with Fanen's father, Van Helsing.

He too was transformed from a Monster into a human, and his offspring, Fanen, appeared no different from ordinary people.

The magician who presided over the magic ritual that transformed Fanen's father was none other than Younka's teacher!

In the nearly hundred years, the Dragon elements in the blood of Warrior Country residents have gradually manifested, enhancing their physical traits, while this phenomenon was mistakenly believed to be the manifestation of the War God, leading to an inflated mindset that sparked grievances between surrounding countries, and even enmity with the Yanor Kingdom.

Younka does not know why his teacher did this; the notes did not explain the reason.

To be honest, he knows very little about his teacher.

He himself is considered extraordinarily long-lived among humans, while his teacher is even more of an ancient monster, with an unknown lifespan. As Younka traveled the world, he could seemingly find traces of his teacher left in various places, making him appear infinitely mysterious in Younka's eyes.

So much so that when he heard the news of his teacher's passing, Younka found it hard to believe for a long time.

He began to travel around collecting his teacher's legacy, arriving at the Warrior Country during his journey, where the discoveries led him to halt his travels and stay.

Although the teacher never wrote about why he turned dragons into humans, the results were beneficial for Younka.

Because he discovered something no one else had realized.

"Since the power of the Dragon started revealing itself, that elusive blessing of the War God seems to have begun disliking the people here."

The eyes behind Younka's luminous stone mask were glowing.

"And the power of the Dragon has brought them a magical talent, more exceptional than ordinary people's talent."

"The more the power of the Dragon reveals itself, the stronger the magical talent becomes. As a result, the War God grows more and more disdainful of this place, the Warrior Talent decreases, while the strength of the Dragon barely compensates for the physical weakness brought by the disappearance of the War God's blessing, thus creating a delicate balance."

"But without the War God's blessing, human bodies gradually cannot stabilize the Dragon Blood, and various conditions begin to appear."

Younka pointed to the audience and glanced at the King, who was struggling not to succumb to a lazy state in vain.

"Aggressiveness, arrogance, greed for money, and now laziness, all these stem from the exertion of the Dragon Blood. This is probably what my teacher wanted to study, but I don't plan to continue it."

"Because, I found a way to replicate the path to becoming a Deity here!"

"..."

As Turci listened to the tale, her expression gradually shifted.

What was thought to be a simple experiment turned out to be...

An experimental baton-passing spanning a hundred years between Younka and his teacher?

Even genuinely affecting the course of an entire nation!

Turci instinctively sensed something ominous and attempted to calm Younka with words, calmly asking:

"Then, what exactly is the path you've found?"

In response to her question, Younka let out a chuckle.

"Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

A crystal ball suddenly appeared in front of him, the very one he used to measure the density of magical faith within the region.

Oh no, it seems things have spiraled out of control! A warning of danger arose in Turci's heart, as she raised her hand to cover the entire arena with a layer of shimmering Magic Shield.

"Although recent days have been filled with numerous unexpected changes, and unforeseen events have piled up, at least the conditions are met."

Grasping the crystal ball, Younka, with a tone that sounded like a mixture of amusement and helplessness, murmured to himself:

"If the next step isn't taken, it might truly be ruined by the Sain Dungeon."

He crushed the crystal ball with his hand.

At that moment, the world seemed to turn black and white for an instant, as if time itself stalled.

Turci's shock, the audience's laziness, Banto's anger, Elo's frown… all of humanity experienced a brief moment of stasis.

Then, the peaceful scene shattered like a mirror under immense force!

Both purple and blue lights appeared on Younka, as he spread his arms wide, making the heavens and earth tremble.

The ground beneath cracked, as giant stony hands, mixed with rock, assembled under the guidance of purple lightning.

The sky above quivered, beneath the blue light, descending with gem-carved giant hands.

One ascended to the sky, the other descended to the earth, colliding mid-air with a sudden impact.

Younka's figure disappeared between the converging palms.