Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 253 - 202

Chapter 253: 202

What surprised Gapar was that the professors of the Magic Association did not immediately agree.

For some reason, the decision to join the exploration of Sain Dungeon seemed to be an important one for them, requiring time to consider.

"Mr. Gapar, what do you think of that place?" Turci asked with a smile, exuding the vigor of youth, "An ancient Magic Academy lost in the age of legends seems like something out of a storybook."

"I’m not interested in stories."

Gapar unconsciously touched his forehead; although his memory of the Sun Fist was lost, he vaguely remembered that its casting method had nothing to do with a Magic Wand.

"But, that academy will undoubtedly make magic accessible to more people."

"The idea of more people accessing magic..."

Turci revealed a somewhat playful expression, seemingly lost in thought, and said:

"I would very much like to see it for myself; perhaps I’ll discover many spells not recorded by the Association."

Hades suddenly turned his head and glanced at her, not saying a word.

Turci expressed considerable interest in Reyalucaria, and perhaps she was the most fond of Sain out of all the professors.

"I’m looking forward to collaborating again with the legendary Sword Saint. The unmatched swordsmanship coupled with my specialized Defense Magic—perhaps even if the opponent were the Demon King, we might be able to defeat them."

Watching this woman looking ready to agree, someone became restless.

"Mr. Gapar, we need some time to think carefully about this matter," Seth said politely: "At the latest by tomorrow, we will visit you in person and give a response."

Gapar shrugged indifferently; he couldn’t understand why these people were beating around the bush so much. If you want to go, just go; if not, then don’t.

If they don’t go, I’ll just find Leon.

With that thought, Gapar left the professors’ residence.

"..."

After his departure, the three professors remained silent, each seemingly preoccupied with their own thoughts.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but as the sun’s light completely vanished and the crystal chandeliers in the great hall automatically lit up, Turci, the youngest among them, was the first to speak:

"I hate Sain Dungeon."

Her slender fingers tapped on the wooden armrest. She still smiled, but her expression conveyed an utterly different feeling.

Seth took a glance at her, not at all surprised by her words, which fitted her personality.

After all, the new generation of magicians, typified by Turci, had been most deeply indoctrinated by the Association’s dogma.

One of the most important points of the dogma was—

"Without a diploma issued by the Magic Association, one is not considered an official mage."

Behind this simple statement lay many issues.

Nowadays, almost all mages have an indivisible relationship with the Magic Association.

Whether it’s learning magic, researching, teaching, or other matters related to the field of magic, it’s hard to bypass the Association, and most mages are happy to deal with it.

After all, as the preeminent organization within the magic community, it could provide the greatest convenience to magicians.

Researchers could receive various supports from the Association, and the fruits of their research could be applied and promoted in the most appropriate places at the fastest speed.

The magic schools run by the Association provide people with opportunities to learn magic. Those who excel are granted diplomas upon passing assessments, becoming mages recognized by the Association. The farthest magic schools have even been established at the borders.

People have come to see the existence of the Magic Association as part of the world, as if it were naturally born to represent the highest authority of the magical community.

Magicians from all walks of life interact and exchange ideas under the environment created by the Association, sparking new inspirations and contributing to the prosperity of magic.

So, what is the cost?

Those "magicians" who, for various reasons, are not recognized by the Association have something to say.

"That dungeon will allow how many talentless fools to gain the opportunity to learn magic."

Turci propped her cheek with her hand, grumbling, "These past years have seen more and more Wild Mages coming up through unorthodox routes; not to mention their magic learning is disorganized, they don’t even take the exams for a diploma, lack a decent mentor, and forget about family lineage, they are not worthy of being called magicians, but merely Magic Users."

From her reaction, one could tell that the magician’s circles placed great emphasis on background.

"Here we go again," Seth sighed, covering his forehead, "as long as they learn magic, they are called mages. I don’t care about their background; why do you?"

"But those Wild Mages don’t pay copyright fees." Turci switched to supporting her face with her other hand, "Anyway, I can’t stand it when someone steals my magic without a word. If I catch them, I’ll definitely use the Amnesia Technique to give their brains a good wash."

Magicians can apply for copyright on their own research spells at the Association and all learners would have to pay for them.

"Not all magic requires copyright fees..."

Seth didn’t want to argue with her anymore and changed the topic.

"How about it then, do we accept Gapar’s invitation?"

"Let’s go; after all, we’re idle anyway." Turci gestured dismissively, "Discovering some new spells would also be considered a contribution to the Association."

Seth saw through her ulterior motive; there was a rule in the Association that if one could discover ancient spells lost over time and could verify that the creator has no living descendants, the discoverer could apply for the copyright of the discovered spells as their own.

This was an encouragement for people to unearth magic lost in the vast expanse of history.