Build a Magic Academy

This was the first time Gong Qiying had ever seen someone unleash a four-digit amount of Spirit Power after death; it was truly astonishing.

The claim that the Sword Saint Gapar was killed by the Curse Frog is rather simplistic.

But if we say that the Sword Saint Gapar died from the curse of the Death Prince, Curse of Death that no one could resist in legend, doesn't that suddenly sound much more impressive?

Since the person is already dead, let's say something nice.

Jia Paer's body vanished in a streak of light. It seems that although he was very strong, he was still cautious enough to know to carry Teleportation Crystal with him when entering the dungeon.

I wonder how the people in the Resurrection Room will react when they see his corpse; their expressions will probably be quite interesting.

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

With a gloating feeling, Gong Qiying quickly reconnected with his external clone and ran towards the Resurrection Room.

Life is about finding joy in life; what's the difference between a life without joy and death?

Before he even reached the Resurrection Room, he could hear a deafening commotion coming from across the street.

The celebration wasn't over yet, and most of the Priest and nuns in the Resurrection Room had sneaked out to play, leaving only a few unlucky ones who hadn't managed to escape in time to stay and keep watch.

Little did these unfortunate souls who stayed behind have encountered a major event that will shock the entire kingdom!

When Jia Paer's body was first teleported to the Resurrection Room, the Priest on duty glanced at it, muttering, "Why would someone so old go to the dungeon to die?" as he cast a resurrection spell. The more he resurrected, the more something seemed off.

I've used up almost half of my magic power, why hasn't he revived yet?

It is common sense that the stronger a person is, the more magic power is needed to resurrect them.

When the Priest had less than one-tenth of the magic power left in his body, he finally panicked and hurriedly went outside to call for the Priest and nuns who had sneaked out to play. This call made things much more serious.

When people heard that someone had exhausted the Priest's magic and still couldn't be resurrected, they all wondered which powerful person it was and rushed over to see what was going on. Among them was Delu, who had been brought over by Luo Jieer.

He spat out a mouthful of beer as soon as he saw who the corpse lying on the bed was.

"It's Jia Paer, the Sword Saint Gapar!" someone in the crowd shouted.

And so it turned out like this. Only a few minutes had passed, and the street where the Resurrection Room was located was completely blocked by people. Gong Qiying couldn't squeeze in, even if he tried to stand on tiptoe, because some magicians used Flight Spell to watch the excitement.

Some people have even started charging for it, offering to cast Flight Spell on anyone who wants to watch the spectacle!

Are these adventurers really that good at business?

As the crowd of people from the entire celebration surged toward this place, the old Priest in charge of the Resurrection Room finally rushed over and tightly closed the door. What a joke! How could he let a dignified sword saint be surrounded and stared at like a monkey in a zoo!

Such a strange thing, the Holy Light Church must close its doors and take a good look!

After the door was closed, the Priest who had first discovered Jia Paer cautiously asked, "Should we work together to cast a resurrection spell?"

"Wait, wait,"

The old Priest helped Jia Paer's body up and tossed an Image Stone to a nun standing nearby.

"What, what are you doing?" the nun asked, puzzled.

"Help me take a picture with this, quick, quick!" the old Priest urged. "Just thinking about taking a picture with the corpse of a powerful person is awesome!"

After all that commotion, everyone in the Resurrection Room took turns filming a scene with Jia Paer before finally bringing him back to life.

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After being resurrected, Jia Paer instantly understood what had happened in the dungeon, but he neither became angry nor cursed. He simply lay quietly, staring at the ceiling of the Resurrection Room.

"Lord Jia Paer, are you alright?" the old Priest asked respectfully, while secretly beckoning to the nun, who understood and recorded the scene with Image Stone.

I'm not taking this picture to become famous, I'm just to brag about it. I'll have something to brag about when I'm drinking with others later.

Jia Paer didn't reply; he just stared blankly.

Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, the nun let out a cry of surprise, and the Image Stone fell to the ground.

Because she saw two lines of clear tears flowing from the corner of Jia Paer's eyes!

Everyone panicked. What happened? The mighty Sword Saint was beaten to tears?

The room immediately became noisy and chaotic, completely unaware that the Image Stone on the ground had been turned into a video recording by the fall, and was now being slammed against Jia Paer's bed.

They also failed to notice the sinister smile on the face of a Priest who was sitting in the house. This guy hadn't been hiding and silent the whole time; if he had spoken, he might have been recognized.

Because he was the one who used the loudspeaker on the Shadow Brotherhood' airship to read aloud the glorious deeds of Count Philip!

"Hehe, staying in Bede City really does bring good things."

Resurrection Room.

The crowd of onlookers was protesting because they could no longer "admire" the sword saint's heroic figure. More and more people gathered on the street, as if they were going to hold the celebration at the Resurrection Room.

Gong Qiying spotted Da Er limping in the crowd. "Huh? How did he hurt his leg?"

It's a long story, but in short, everyone had just thrown him into the clouds when they heard that Jia Paer was dead and waiting to be resurrected in the Resurrection Room, so they all ran away as fast as they could.

Poor Da Er was still contemplating life in the sky, completely unaware that there was nothing below him.

And that's how it turned out.

This minor injury should heal in a while. If it really doesn't work, he can learn from the Platinum Child and move around riding on a wolf.

As more and more people gathered, more and more people discussed the Sword Saint, and Gong Qiying took the opportunity to gather intelligence here.

All sorts of true and false information pops up from people's mouths starting with "it is said", "it seems", "probably", etc.

He took out his notebook and began to write furiously.

"It is said that the Sword Saint came to Bede City this time to find the Tear Drop Larva. You should know about it, right? It's that item that can almost regenerate people. Hasn't the Sword Saint always wanted to be a mage?"

"I heard that the Sword Saint ran into the professors from the Magic Association on his way here. Those professors came to Bede City looking for someone but couldn't find them. They even posted a request at the Adventurers' Guild today, looking for someone who understands Star Magic. Speaking of which, the name of this magic is so funny, Star Magic. It sounds like Illumination, not powerful at all."

"By the way, Jia Paer is immune to all kinds of negative effects. Can you guess why? My neighbor said it's because he was weak as a child and was ridiculed, so in order to strengthen his body, he would torture himself by giving himself all kinds of abnormal statuses, such as freezing, burning, and poisoning, and gradually developed resistance."

"Even a ruthless person like me wouldn't dare to do that."

"Oh, right, the Sword Saint seems to have a daughter who travels abroad. She is particularly fond of swordsmanship and often argues with the Sword Saint, who wants to be a magician."

"I heard her daughter has superhuman strength; she might not be human, but a demon."

"Your unofficial history is quite unofficial."

I heard a lot of good things.

Gong Qiying narrowed his eyes when he heard "the sword saint wants to be a magician" and "the professor who is looking for Star Magic".

The former was attracted by the Tear Drop Larva, while the latter was lured there by Gong Qiying.

He had almost forgotten about the Magic Association. It was he who brought up the concept of Star Magic to them, and they actually managed to replicate it.

This world is quite amazing. With just a simple description of the principles, magicians were able to replicate the magic of the Elden Ring world. I wonder if they can replicate the deeper levels of magic?

Speaking of which, besides the Star Magic, he seemed to have used something else to seduce the professors. What was it again?

Oh right, it's Topus' position.

If this thing were actually made, all the magicians in the other world could just commit suicide.

Even gods from other worlds could be blasted down by Topus's position, right? Gong Qiying couldn't help but imagine that scenario.

"Just right,"

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

He had just been wondering if there were enough people in Bede City to carve out a separate area for him, but now it seems that both the Sword Saint and the Professor are qualified, and both groups are pursuing magic.

Let's set up a magic academy in the Val Dungeon.

It can be called Raya Lucaria, Vinheim, Hogwarts, Winterhold, the Clock Tower, or even, to be a little quirky, Little Witch Academia.

Everything can be integrated and progressed together.

Great, we've established the theme for one floor of the Val Dungeon. Now, the next thing to consider is how to design this theme so that the Blademaster and his companions will willingly stay there.

A magic teacher teaches classes inside, and you can learn magic by completing a certain number of lessons?

That's not going to work. Putting aside how to design the character of the magic teacher, he just can't come up with any course content.

After all, to learn the magic he offered, one only needed to touch the pages of the book that recorded the magic.

"Yes, let's take it into consideration."

He now has a general idea of the future plans for the underground city.

The Zane Dungeon serves as the central point and the starting point; every work can appear here, but it's just a starting point to attract attention.

Other dungeons, on the other hand, are meant to enrich the elements of the works that appear in them, with each dungeon being assigned to a specific work.

For example, one is Dark Souls, one is Elden Ring, and one is Pokémon; the point is to make them all different.

There's no need to worry that people in this world will be confused by various worldviews. If you ask, it's just lost history. As long as you can produce something good, there will always be people who will debate with Gong Qiying.

The Val Dungeon is quite special. Since it's open 24/7 without time restrictions, it would be a waste to use it only as a theme park.

It's good to use it to try out creating Living Dungeon and gain experience.

Gong Qiying is currently in a very strange state. On the one hand, he really enjoys designing dungeons, but on the other hand, thinking too much about it gives him a headache.

I have a feeling that this is the inevitable fate of people who turn their hobbies into their jobs.

"I need to numb myself with alcohol,"

He rubbed his eyes and turned to walk towards the familiar tavern.

Even now, a steady stream of people continues to walk towards this place, all wanting to see how the Sword Saint Gapar died, as he was moving against the flow of people.

Gong Qiying glanced around the crowd and suddenly spotted a familiar face that she hadn't seen in a long time.

He was a handsome young man with dazzling blond hair, his face radiating the confidence of a successful person, and two Backhand Sword slung at his waist.

Wow, isn't that Leon?

I wanted to have a drink to spark my inspiration, but why am I feeling a little dizzy after just one beer?