Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 143 - 135: Let’s Build a Magic Academy

Chapter 143: Chapter 135: Let’s Build a Magic Academy

Gong Qiying had never seen someone burst out with a four-digit spiritual power after dying; it was truly a sight to behold.

Saying that Sword Saint Gapar was killed by a Curse Frog sounds a bit low-end.

But if you say that Sword Saint Gapar died from the curse death of the Death Prince, the legendary unresistable curse, doesn’t that sound much more upscale?

The man’s already dead; might as well say something nice.

Gapar’s body turned into a stream of light and disappeared. It seems he was strong, but also cautious enough to carry a Teleportation Crystal into the Dungeon.

It’s just that no one knows what the folks at the Resurrection House will think when they see his body. I bet their expressions will be pretty spectacular.

"I must go to the Resurrection House right now!"

Holding onto the thought of delighting in others’ misfortunes, Gong Qiying quickly connected to his external avatar and ran towards the Resurrection House.

Life is about finding joy for yourself, what’s the difference between a life without joy and being dead?

Before he even got to the Resurrection House, he heard a thunderous noise coming from a whole street away.

The celebration tonight had not yet ended, and most of the priests and nuns from the Resurrection House had sneaked out to have fun, leaving only a few unlucky ones who were too slow to escape on duty.

Little did these unfortunate stay-behinds expect to encounter an event so shocking that it would shake the entire Kingdom!

When Gapar’s body was first teleported to the Resurrection House, the on-duty priest only glanced at it, muttering "How could he go seeking death in the Dungeon at his age" while casting the Resurrection Technique, then the more he tried to resurrect, the stranger it felt.

My magic power is almost half-used, why hasn’t he resurrected yet?

It’s common knowledge that the stronger the person, the more magic power it takes to resurrect them.

When the magic power within the priest fell below one-tenth, he finally panicked and hurriedly called for the priests and nuns who had snuck out. This one call blew things up significantly.

When people heard that someone consumed all of a priest’s magic power and still couldn’t be resurrected, they all started guessing which mighty one it was, and crowded around curiously, including Drew who was dragged over by Roger.

The moment he clearly saw who the body on the bed was, he spat out his beer.

"It’s Gapar, Sword Saint Gapar!" someone in the crowd shouted.

So, it turned into what it is now. It had only been a few minutes, and the street where the Resurrection House was located was completely jammed with a full house; Gong Qiying couldn’t squeeze in, not even when he tried standing on tiptoe, because some Magician started using the Flying Skill to get a better view.

Some people even started charging fees, offering Flying Skill to those who wanted a better look for a price!

Do these adventurers really have such a good commercial sense?

Seeing the whole celebration crowd surging this way, the senior priest in charge of the Resurrection House finally rushed over and closed the doors tightly. What a joke, how could they let a prestigious Sword Saint be treated like a monkey in the zoo for everyone to gawk at!

For such a rare occurrence, their Holy Light Church must close the doors and take a good look!

After the doors closed, the priest who first discovered Gapar cautiously asked, "Should we join forces to cast the Resurrection Technique?"

"Wait, wait," the elderly priest propped up Gapar’s body and handed an Image Stone to a nearby nun.

"What, what for?" the nun asked, not understanding.

"Help me take a picture with him, hurry up," the old priest urged. "The thought of taking a photo with the body of a strong person is so thrilling!"

After some fuss, everyone in the Resurrection House took turns taking pictures with Gapar, and only after that did they resurrect him.

"..."

After the resurrection, Gapar instantly understood what had happened to him in the Dungeon, but he neither became furious with shame nor cursed out loud, he just lay there quietly, looking at the ceiling of the Resurrection House.

"Lord Gapar, are you alright?" the old priest asked respectfully, while subtly signaling to the nun, who understood and captured the scene with the Image Stone.

It wasn’t for the sake of fame that they took this thing, it was for bragging rights when drinking with others in the future.

Gapar didn’t respond, only staring blankly.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do, when suddenly the nun screamed, and the Image Stone fell to the ground.

Because she saw two lines of clear tears rolling down from the corners of Gapar’s eyes!

Immediately, everyone panicked, what’s going on, did they actually make the mighty Sword Saint cry?

The room instantly became chaotic and messy, completely missing that the Image Stone on the ground had switched to recording mode and was filming the scene furiously aimed at Gapar’s bed.

They also didn’t notice that a wily smile appeared on the face of a priest who had stayed silent in the room; this fellow had not been hiding and staying quiet. If he had spoken up, he might have been recognized.

Because he was the one who had broadcasted Earl Philip’s honorable deeds through the loudspeaker on the Shadow Brotherhood airship!

"Hehe, staying in Bed City really does lead to good things."

Outside the Resurrection House.

A crowd of onlookers, unable to continue "admiring" the Sword Saint’s impressive presence, protested, and more and more people gathered on the street, almost turning the celebration into an occasion at the Resurrection House.

Gong Qiying also saw Dal limping among the crowd. Eh, how did he hurt his leg?

It’s a long story, but in short, they had just tossed him into the sky when they heard that Gapar had died and was waiting in the Resurrection House to be resurrected, and they all ran off in a puff of smoke.

Poor Dal was still up in the air contemplating life, completely oblivious to the void beneath him.

So this is how it’s turned out now...

This little injury should be healed in a while, and if not, he can learn from the Platinum Son and move around by sitting on a wolf.

More and more people are gathering, and discussions about the Sword Saint are also increasing. Gong Qiying took the opportunity to collect some intelligence here.

Various pieces of true or false information start popping up among the crowd, starting with phrases like "it is said," "seems like," "probably," etc.

He took out his notebook and began to write furiously.

"It is said that the Sword Saint came to Bed City this time to search for the Tear-Drop Embryo. You guys should know that right, it’s that item that can almost resurrect a person. The Sword Saint has always wanted to be a Magician, hasn’t he?"

"I heard that the Sword Saint encountered professors from the Magic Association on the way here. Those professors came to Bed City to find someone but didn’t find them. They even issued a commission at the adventurer’s guild today, looking for someone who understands Star Magic. Speaking of which, the name of this magic is so funny, Star Magic, sounds similar to Lighting Technique, doesn’t seem powerful at all."

"Right, right, Jia Pael can be immune to various negative effects. Guess why? My neighbor says it’s probably because he was weak from a young age and people laughed at him, so to train his body, he tortured himself with various abnormal states like freezing, burning, poisoning and such, gradually developing resistance."

"That’s tough; even I don’t dare to do that."

"Yes, the Sword Saint seems to have a daughter who travels around. She really likes swordsmanship and often argues with the Sword Saint who wants to be a Magician."

"I heard her daughter has an odd strength, very likely not human, but with Monsters..."

"Your wild history is wild enough."

He heard quite a few interesting things.

Gong Qiying squinted when he heard about the "Sword Saint wanting to be a Magician" and the "professors looking for Star Magic."

The former was attracted by the Tear-Drop Embryo, the latter was drawn in by Gong Qiying himself.

He almost forgot about the Magic Association; it was he who took the initiative to throw out the concept of Star Magic, never expecting the other party to actually replicate it.

This world is quite magical, just by simply describing the principle, Magicians could replicate the magic of the Elden Ring world. I wonder if deeper level magic could also be replicated?

Speaking of which, besides Star Magic, it seems he used something else to lure the professors. What was it?

Oh, right, it was Topps’s standpoint.

If this thing really gets made, Magicians from other worlds might as well commit suicide.

Even the Gods of otherworlds could be taken down by Topps’s standpoint, right? Gong Qiying couldn’t help but imagine that scenario.

"Just right,"

He wrote down the words "Magic Academy" in his notebook.

Just now, he was pondering whether there was anyone in Bed City with enough authority to allocate a separate area for him. Now it seems that either the Sword Saint or the professors have enough qualifications, and both parties are after magic.

Then let’s set up a Magic Academy in the Val Underworld.

It could be called Reyalucaria, Bieheim, or even Hogwarts, Winter Castle, Clock Tower, or, to be more whimsical, Little Witch Academy.

Everything can integrate and progress together.

Good, he has established the theme for a certain level of Val Underworld; now what’s left is to design this theme well so the Sword Saint and his companions would be happy to stay inside.

How about an old magic teacher teaching inside, and you can learn magic after completing a certain duration of courses?

Not quite right, not to mention how should the magic teacher’s character be designed, he couldn’t even come up with the content of the courses.

After all, to learn the magic he brought out, you just need to touch the Book Pages that record the magic.

"Hmm, let’s think about this for the long term."

He now has a rough idea about the future planning of the Dungeons.

Sain Dungeon must serve as the center, the starting point, where each work can appear, but only initiates to attract people.

Other Dungeons should enrich the elements of the works that appear, each dedicated to a certain work.

For example, one dedicates to Dark Souls, another to Elden Ring, another to Pokemon; the point is to have diversity.

No need to worry that people from this world will get dizzy from various world views, just say it’s lost history. As long as there is good stuff to show, there will always be people who will debate for Gong Qiying.

Val Underworld is special, since it opens all day without time limit, using it just for a theme park seems like a waste.

Using it to try creating a lifestyle-oriented Underground City as a test and accumulating experience would be good.

Gong Qiying is currently in a strange state, on one hand, he loves designing Dungeons, on the other hand, thinking too much gives him a headache.

Always feels like this is an unavoidable outcome for those who turn hobbies into jobs.

"I need some alcohol to anesthetize myself,"

He rubbed his eyes and turned towards the direction of the familiar pub.

At this moment, people are still continuously heading this way, everyone wants to see how exactly Sword Saint Jia Pael died, he is moving against the crowd.

Gong Qiying scanned the crowd and suddenly spotted a familiar face that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

It was a dazzling blonde young man, with the confidence of a success story on his face and two Reverse Swords hanging by his waist.

Wow, isn’t that Leon?