The Corrosion King kept scrolling through the information on the Magic Net, his expression growing increasingly strange.
What kind of joke was this?
He had thought hoof trimming was already unbeatable, yet someone had actually released a course on how to survive in the Hundred-Thousand-Li Mountains after losing one's extraordinary abilities!
What kind of joke was this?
That godforsaken place was crawling with Magic Life. You might run into an ant that could kill an ordinary person, or come across seven wolves that knew wood-element magic and would hang you up before whipping you senseless.
How could anyone survive in a place like that?
More importantly, the course was selling for eight gold coins, already comparable to the basic magic course of a top-tier Legendary Mage, and yet it had somehow sold several thousand copies...
The Corrosion King felt as though his entire worldview was being remade.
The discussions on the Magic Net were even more heated than before.
"Sure enough, selling courses really makes money!"
"I work myself to death for an entire year, and I don't think I make as much as they do in a single day of selling courses."
"I worked my ass off not long ago and ventured into a Legendary Mage's tomb. Altogether, I only got items worth a little over thirty thousand gold coins. Then, two days ago, I released a course on finding tombs, and it actually made two hundred thousand gold coins!"
"?So you were the brat who released that course teaching people how to rob tombs!"
"What do you mean, teaching people how to rob tombs? I was teaching people how to find tombs that met the right conditions! What family doesn't need a tomb?"
"I only released a course on a little magic trick, basically combining magic in a