Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 301: After the modification - 231 Who can break through the Magic Academy?

Chapter 301: After the modification: Chapter 231 Who can break through the Magic Academy?

"Competition?"

Vienma seemed surprised that the other party had the nerve to propose a competition. After a moment, she smiled and said:

"Interesting woman, alright, let’s compete then."

She agreed so quickly that Steeran didn’t even have time to stop her!

Why didn’t any of you stop her? I just wanted to explore the dungeon peacefully! She glanced back at the others, only to find... almost everyone had a look of ’the more excitement, the better’ on their faces. Some even had bloodthirsty spectator expressions, wishing for chaos.

I underestimated the principles of my fellow dwarves.

From this moment, she decided not to expect these guys to do anything useful anymore.

Roger’s expression was like he had eaten a peach-furred beast. At this moment, his and Steeran’s expressions were synchronized at 100%.

One was forcibly dragged in by the mentor, the other just wanted to explore quietly while tricking some people. Yet they were both caught up in the competition by the authoritative leaders of both sides, with no right to object, while those who could object...

Seth showed a mysterious smile, seemingly confident in victory. Hades, wearing a luminous stone mask, had an unreadable expression. In short, these two wouldn’t oppose Turci.

And the elves were even more excited, one by one, as happy as Elderly seeing Gwendolin upon encountering something exciting and fun.

Thinking carefully, competitions indeed add a bit of fun to the adventure, isn’t this a good thing?

"Then let’s set the date for two days later..." Turci hadn’t finished her sentence when Vienma interrupted: "No, if we’re competing, let’s do it now. Whoever delays is a goblin."

How could you say something that childish! Steeran held her mouth tight to prevent herself from making any snide remarks.

Turci frowned. The reason she wanted to set the competition for two days later was to wait for their team’s main damage dealer—Sword Saint Gapar. He had something urgent and couldn’t join them in the dungeon this time. If they waited, he might be able to join in one or two days.

Without Gapar, the team’s only melee combatants would be Seth and Roger, who liked playing with thrusting swords. Although Turci could break the Magic Shield to use as a plank to hit people, her attack power still couldn’t compare to a normal warrior.

But, but...

She gritted her teeth, glaring at Vienma with hatred: I don’t want to be a goblin.

This elf lady was too vicious, cursing others by calling them goblins, forcing her to accept the challenge.

"Fine, today then!"

Turci straightened her back, glaring at Vienma: "If you lose, I’ll turn you into a hand monster for a week."

"Then if you lose, I’ll turn you into a flower monster." Vienma shrugged with a smile, looking like a malicious villain.

There was no need to set any rewards; both teams just needed to know what the penalty for losing would be!

Both sides were now motivated, turning their eyes to the enemies at the foot of the mountain.

Monster: OMO

Moments later, at the academy’s main gate.

Seeing Vienma touch the academy’s seal but not being able to enter, Turci cheerfully mocked: "What, don’t you know you need a key to enter the academy? Such a common piece of information, is there still someone who doesn’t know? Really?"

Just then, Steeran silently pulled out two unused Academy Hui Stone Keys, as she had guessed this would happen and made time to get them.

For these two keys, she had been chased by the luminous stone dragon for ages, getting her bottom burned by its breath.

At the same time, Merca also pulled out a key.

"..."

The two elves exchanged glances, Steeran pointed expressionlessly at Turci’s team, and Merca, understanding, revealed an even more mocking smile than Turci’s.

"Oh my, we were only testing the seal’s durability. Did someone truly think we missed such a crucial item? Who actually holds such malice to believes others would miss the keys? Is it your first reaction or have you experienced it yourself?"

While the words themselves weren’t too aggressive, paired with Merca’s insufferable smile and tone, anyone who saw it would want to grab her twin tails and lash out.

It would be more appropriate for Lizna to handle this situation, but if she did, both teams would likely start fighting here.

"Hmph!"

Turci turned her head away, unwilling to engage with these jungle bumpkins.

What irritated her most was, no one in her team supported her, just watching her get mocked?

Hades posed thoughtfully, loyally cosplaying Reyalucaria magician, while Seth waved his hand, indicating his noble manners prevent him from arguing with commoners.

She then looked at Roger, who winced, thinking: Madam, you expect me, a junior, to join your verbal fight? It’s like asking a mushroom pig to fight a golden lion.

Seems I’m the only one taking all the mockery roles?

Turci clicked her tongue again, entering the academy, followed by the elves.

Perhaps sensing the strength of the intruders, the luminous stone mages gathered at the academy gate increased. Those wandering outside came over, all wielding luminous stone swift magic gravel, turning the scene into a Verdun-like meat grinder.

Turci "stingily" only applied the Magic Shield to her team, whereas Vienma built a defensive fortress of hardened plants in front of her elves.

Steeran drew her big bow, hiding behind the plants, unleashing the combat skill [Arrow Rain] upon the mages. Hades used his divine magic manipulation to snipe the mages from a distance.

Ultimately, both sides tallied their kill counts and found it a draw.

"Hmph!" x2

Taking down the mages, ascending the stairs, the academy’s doors slowly opened, revealing a grand hall with the scent of books wafting through.

Looking at the vast hall, Steeran’s liver faintly ached. Enough, don’t remind her of her painful experiences here.

"Since it’s a competition, how about a little appetizer? Let’s use this layer as the target, choosing different directions to explore. Whoever defeats the final boss first wins this stage," Turci proposed.

"Absolutely no problem," Vienma agreed immediately.

Suddenly, Turci sent a telepathic message to the Magic Professor and his group:

[We choose the left side]

[I bribed the captain of the Skyrim Strategy Group. She told me some undisclosed information: the difficulty on the left is much lower compared to the right. The right side is full of extremely complex puzzles]

[That’s you, clever lady] Seth lavishly praised her.

At this moment, Steeran also whispered in Vienma’s ear.

"Let’s choose the right side. I got exclusive information from Luluwo of the Skyrim Strategy Group. On the right side, there are only simple puzzles, while the left side is filled with very tricky monsters. I’ve already found solutions to many of the puzzles."

"Great, you’ve grown up, Steeran." Vienma displayed an approving smile.

So, what exactly did Luluwo tell both sides?

Almost simultaneously, Turci and Vienma met each other’s gaze and announced their choices.

"We choose the left side!" "We choose the right side!"

Turci crossed her arms and said, "Good, one left and one right, we are indeed like water and fire."

Actually, she had the least conflict with the Elves among all the professors, but she said it for the sake of face.

"Hehehe, then we must be the flood that extinguishes the flame." Vienma’s mouth curved up.

In reality, she felt the situation was inexplicable. Why are you getting involved in my issue with Seth?

Thus, both teams had chosen their paths. After one last round of trash talk, each set off on their chosen route.

Even Luluwo didn’t anticipate that her words would lead to the teams making such decisions. If she had known, she certainly would have regretted it, because—

What she told both sides was true, but not complete.

It was too late for regrets. Once either side found the information inaccurate, this big, round black pot of blame would fall on her.

She was destined to be the scapegoat!

"Da-da-da..."

The footsteps of both groups gradually faded into the distance. If this were in a game, it would undoubtedly be a branching event where choosing one side would allow you to experience their story.

And the storyline of the other side would get cut off!

Lying on the altar, Gong Qiying thought for a moment, then switched the main perspective to the Magic Professors, but he still couldn’t miss out on the Elves’ adventure, so he started recording.

Only kids make choices; as an adult, he decided to have it all.

By looking at the personalities of these Elves, one could tell their upcoming exploration would be very interesting. Interesting things should naturally be saved for last, just like the beef in a beef noodle soup.

The professors tended to be more serious, but with Roger in the mix, things couldn’t get too serious.

One side felt like serious business; the other like a dessert enjoyed after work. Gong Qiying decided to work seriously while his mental state was still strong.

It wasn’t that he wanted to see them suffer in front of the Monsters.

On the Crystal Ball, the professors had entered the left branch route.

Then, shortly after, they rushed out again.

The ground shook violently, the chandeliers on the ceiling swung wildly, and a huge, round thing chased them closely.

This thing looked somewhat familiar in appearance, but its size was very unfamiliar.

[Big Warrior Pot]

It was several times larger than a normal Warrior Pot, but significantly smaller than those in the Galide Arena.

Sain Dungeon could disassemble and reassemble the Monsters, so controlling their size was not a strange thing.

This colossus spinning like a windmill down the corridor was even more ferocious than a Bomb Dragon!

This was the welcoming ceremony for the left route!

[Warrior Pot: maximum size update!]

"Hehe, as expected, they ran out."

Steeran, who had deliberately slowed down to watch the joke, laughed out loud with satisfaction. Her compatriots also laughed happily. For this moment, they looked like one big, harmonious family. Elves were still quite united in dealing with outsiders.

But their loud laughter caught Turci’s attention.

She decisively ran towards them!

Along with her came the spinning, charging Big Warrior Pot!

"Despicable scum!" Lizna screamed, and the other Elves also took off running.

"If you dare, stop and fight us!" Turci shouted using amplification magic.

"Why don’t you stop?!"

"I admit we can’t beat it. If you can, then go for it!"

Steeran shouted:

"Bullshit!"

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