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 sothing revolutionary, exceptions might be made at tis; if Younka agrees to research collaboratively with the Association, the infringent issues could be temporarily put aside, turning major issues into minor ones, and minor ones into nothing.
After a short debate, soone suddenly proposed a suggestion:
"Let's send soone 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 lanting that they couldn't propose sothing more aligned with a magician's way of doing things, agreed to implent 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 ntor by the "Sorting Hat," besides the most popular magic tutors, there were also so 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 ntors and types of magic that the exact number hasn't been fully counted yet.
This inevitably led to so 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 mont 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 so 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 encirclent, 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 beco 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 sowhat 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 experint]
Experint, a term no magic apprentice would feel unfamiliar with, as it's sothing 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 so purpose, much like the experints magicians perform daily, though the scale was sowhat larger.
However, many in the Association didn't hold attitudes towards stopping such experints 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 experint inappropriate; she wasn't about to stop it outright because experints were essentially a magician's lifeline and everything, preferring to deeply understand it before making a judgnt.
She craved knowledge but wasn't about to support or engage in heartless experints devoid of humanity.
Thus, Turci conveyed the Association's intention to understand more, possibly even help facilitate the experint, to Younka.
His response was very magician-like.
[You cannot understand, this is my experint, 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 re 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 experint 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 docunts prepared by the association, ticulously listing all of Younka's infringents, 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 developnt of events up to this point must leave those residents with mixed feelings; I even feel so sympathy for them.
But just then, Turci noticed that the noise among the audience seed 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 seed imminent.
But one side suddenly waved a hand and said with a Zen-like deanor:
"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 ntion 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 soone taking the lead, those spectators who were previously riled up were visibly becoming... prone?
The noise, shouts, and argunts 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 mont, looking drowsy.
Next to him, Elo and the chieftain of the Four-legged Dragon Clan displayed the sa reactions, their deanor resembling Peach-furred Beasts scratching their bellies leisurely.
The situation on the scene made Turci furrow her brow; laziness is like a nesis 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 experints.
And now, the people from the Warrior Country were collectively showing a decadent and lazy atmosphere, the combination of elents 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 mont, 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 sowhat strange, Turci refocused her attention.
"Even though I walk on the right path without deviation, unforeseen misfortunes inexplicably strike, just like now."
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 sothing 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 experint, Professor Turci, the experint has already ended."
"What do you want to say?" Turci beca vigilant.
Is such a thing as an experint suitable to be discussed in front of everyone?
"For you fools to admire, here is the result of my experint."
Younka raised his hands, his tone finally showing emotion, one of pride.
"Co witness the birth of the Magic God!"
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