Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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“Ate…”

Latis instinctively turned his head to look at the half-elf who had been watching him.

Delicate rose petals drifted past them, and Latis noticed that the girl beside him had been watching him ever since the fireworks show began.

Perhaps that's what fireworks are like; between each burst of fireworks, the scenery that humans see is different.

So what shape do fireworks look like when viewed from the side?

From the side, it looks like a lover's cheek.

boom!

Latis's thoughts were once again interrupted by the loud sound of fireworks. These were fireworks created by the mages of Lundia out of their personal preferences, without any mission requirements. They were either bright or dim, large or small.

The fireworks created a dazzling scene that even Latis had never seen in his previous life, but at this moment he could no longer turn his attention to the spectacular fireworks show.

The half-elf's translucent gauze dress shimmered ethereally in the multicolored firelight, her face was like a painting, and in her lake-like eyes, only the image of Latis was reflected from beginning to end.

"I found my fireworks."

Latis thought to himself.

These are his fireworks.

A giant rose blooms atop the mage tower, blossoming here to welcome the New Year as everyone eagerly watches the fireworks.

happy New Year.

Chapter 308 The Mage's Poisonous Hand

"That estimate is about right..."

Latis put down the scroll in his hand, looked at the three-view diagram of the magic runes he had drawn, and nodded slightly.

This time, based on the "Mage's Hand" spell, he chose the "Second Circle Spell - Deafness/Blindness" as the direction for expanding the spell runes. After mentally strategizing, the final spell effect would probably be to instantly conjure a pair of ghostly hands to block the enemy's eyes or cover the enemy's ears. Latis named this "Mage's Poisonous Hand".

If we include "Mage's Black Hand," which previously had a "silence" effect, this time it's a complete set of measures: covering eyes, ears, and mouth.

"Strange... I feel like I've inexplicably turned into some kind of terrorist..."

Latis muttered to himself and scratched his head.

However, this new spell does have some dark elements in it, because the spell "Deafness/Blindness" comes from the necromancy manual that Yashutia gave him... In other words, this spell is a necromancy spell.

He chose this spell to create a new formula primarily because his "Mage Domain," or "Personal Magic Network," allowed him to dissect and study this necromancy formula while remaining isolated from the Magic Network's surveillance. Given that no similar formula existed on the Magic Network, uploading such a spell should grant him considerable exclusivity.

Secondly, he wanted to test whether the magic network truly isolated everything related to necromancy, or merely isolated necromancy magic elements.

Under his modifications, "Mage's Poisonous Hand" can now be cast using normal magic elements. Of course, if necromantic magic elements are used, the power will increase significantly, but then there's no need to risk casting it in the Kingdom of Norard, a land completely covered by magic nets.

"Let's try it first. If it can't be uploaded, we'll try another one. I also happen to have a series of new ideas for 'Mage's Wonderful Hand,' 'Original Hand,' 'Common Hand,' and 'Raise Hand'..."

Latis pondered for a moment, then connected to the magic network and clicked upload.

The magical runes in his consciousness began to form on the magic network. After the magic network automatically detected them, they would appear in the list of folk spells. In the meantime, Latis checked the magic network inside and out.

After changing the description of my first two techniques to a beacon address redirect, the traffic dropped sharply. However, this is normal, as external site traffic will definitely be limited. As long as my beacon can retain those users, that's fine.

The "Hand of the Mage" beacon now has about 500 users. Although there are far fewer casual users compared to the spell section of the magic network, the magic traffic contributed by these 500 people is even more than before. In just a few days, Latis's mage level has increased by about 50%.

Even though most users were extremely active in the first few days after entering the beacon and then slowed down, it gradually prospered over time.

Besides, sparks always fly between people, and these always bring Latis some unexpected income...

At this moment, he stared at a post that had inexplicably been pinned to the top of the "I Want It All" section and fell into deep thought.

The post is titled "A Brief Discussion on the Radicalism of NTR Enthusiasts," and it's clear from the start that it's not a very harmonious post.

Admittedly, the purpose of setting up this section is to gather all XP systems from around the world, allowing everyone to understand and differentiate them, and gradually develop their own XP systems. However, some people will always be attacked by other people's XP systems. Even Latis himself cannot accept the strange fetish of smelly feet. When someone shares information about smelly feet, he will involuntarily show an expression like an old man taking a subway phone.

He clicked into the post and was immediately dazzled by the huge font that filled his vision. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the post was filled with densely packed phrases like "Keep barking, dog" and "Don't be a coward, dog."

"What the hell……"

Latis muttered something, scrolled to the top and browsed through it, finally figuring out that it was actually two users with conflicting XP versions who gradually got angry while trying to persuade each other, and in the end it turned into this non-aggressive repetition.

As the saying goes, after thousands of posts have been repeated, the point of repeating is no longer about winning or losing, and this was certainly true for these two users who were hurling insults at each other. They continued hurling insults for a day and a half until one of them discovered that adding a little more magic could make the font bigger, which gradually broke the balance.

So now when you click into the post, you see huge "Keep barking, dog" and "Don't be a coward, dog" signs. It's obvious that those two idiots poured almost all their magic into it, no wonder the post has been pushed to the top and hasn't fallen down.

"Good heavens, is this some kind of arms race?"

Latis couldn't help but complain. He rubbed his fingers together, about to delete the post, but then hesitated and fell into deep thought.

It's better to guide than to suppress. In the past, there were so many strict censorship mechanisms for the sake of the community environment or for the need for supervision. But in this other world, there are no such needs, and there are so many magical powers. Instead of silencing people, it's better to benefit from it yourself...

He stroked his chin, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes, and began remotely controlling the beacon to perform a hot patch upgrade.

……

……

"Damn it, why isn't this guy backing down yet?"

In a remote village in Shuangxia, a mid-level mage surfing a beacon saw the huge "Don't be a coward, you dog" in the post and laughed in exasperation.

As citizens of the northernmost territory of the kingdom, mid-level mages do indeed have relatively open views on sex. After all, this place is close to the snow mountains and the kingdom of Andora, and the people are known for their fierce and valiant nature, so they prefer to pursue the thrill of being a high achiever.

However, despite the ideological differences, he didn't have any opinion about the other mages' personalities. It was just that as a mages from the north with abundant martial virtue, he felt really uncomfortable if he couldn't win this stalemate.

"My magic power will soon be restored to the level where I can type a character larger than his..."

The mid-level mage gritted his teeth, feeling that both he and the opposing mage had been a bit out of their minds. Although he regretted it a little, he figured that since they were learning magic, it was normal for their brains to be a little off for a few days. At worst, he'd just stay home for the next few days...

"Ok?"

The beacon link suddenly fluctuated, startling the mid-level mage. He recalled the rumors that the Goddess Church would occasionally crack down on overly rampant forum beacons, and in his eyes, this "Hand of the Mage" was an overpowered beacon that deserved to be shot a hundred times over. So whenever he sensed any fluctuation in the link, he would subconsciously feel that an invisible hand was about to strike him on the head.

"This is bad, Mage's Hand, goodbye... wait, what's this?"

He composed himself and glanced at the hotfix pop-up notification that appeared in the beacon.

"To regulate and guide user speech behavior... oh my god, are they going to silence us?! Holy crap, let me see... um? What's this 'cool speech icon' thing?"

The intermediate-level mage was taken aback; this set of rules and guidance seemed quite different from what he had imagined…

He read the contents of the notice, pondered for a moment, and then understood that the regulation was to prevent them from enlarging the font in such an disorderly manner, thus affecting other people's experience of browsing posts.

The forum administrator returned the magic they had used to increase the font size, which filled the mid-level mage with a sense of goodwill. He had joined the forum on a friend's recommendation and had always regarded "Hand of the Mage" as some random, random forum that he hadn't paid much attention to the experiences of other users.

But this guidance and regulation restored the magic he had wasted on saving face, which made him look forward to the forum.

"If we can survive the crackdown by the Church of the Goddess, it might become an incredibly prosperous forum in the future..."

The mid-level mage nodded slightly in approval, and then began to study the so-called "cool speech markers".

The forum administrator's new posting icon limits the extent to which forum users can freely fill fonts with magic. It has fixed several categories, such as post background, post speech bubbles, and name highlighting. Each category has dozens of presets. By adding magic to the preset you want, you can unlock a month's usage rights.

"Huh? This is quite novel... Compared to this, the online forum seems rather rudimentary. I wonder who the forum administrator is, to come up with such an ingenious idea..."

He quickly figured out how to unlock these things. After flipping through a dozen pages, he hesitated for a moment and then conservatively chose a cool black and gold background.

"But this should be enough to deter that guy who's always been against me, hehe, he definitely can't understand the forum administrator's patch as quickly as I can... after all, I'm the village's most famous genius..."

The mid-level mage, feeling smug, closed the chat icon page and returned to the thread. Just as he was about to reply to the other person's "Don't be a coward, you dog," a dazzling comment appeared before his eyes.

[Tauren Must Die: Why are you so quiet? Hey, hey, hey? You're not going to chicken out like this, are you? No way, no way?]

"I, I'll beat them!"

The mid-level mage's vision blurred for a moment, and he quickly rubbed his eyes before he could see the other party's comment. He was shocked when he took a closer look. The username "Tauren Must Die" was not only glowing, but also surrounded by colorful particle effects. The background of the comment was bright clouds, and the font not only emitted strange hearts, but also changed shape!

"What the hell is this?!"

He gaped in shock, feeling his worldview suddenly shattered, and he couldn't help but reply immediately.

[You're not an ox, how can you know the joy of an ox?: What kind of nonsense is this?! It's utterly indecent and immoral! Give me a set of your own, or I won't argue with you anymore.]

Snapped!

"What on earth am I doing!"

The moment he sent it, he covered his face in shock, realizing what he had said. However, it was too late to take it back, and he could only watch in despair as the other person's reply appeared below.

[Tauren Must Die: ...? Forget all that nonsense, tell me, is being a tauren a form of mental illness? As a tauren enthusiast, yet still yearning for lost, unrequited loyalty in reality—isn't that a complete deconstruction of oneself?]

The mid-level mage rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He had initially started the insult exchange because he was enraged by the opponent's incomprehensible language. However, now he was somewhat resigned to his fate. After all, the opponent was essentially just as bored as him; they had been exchanging insults for thousands of posts, and neither of them was any better off...

[You're not a cow, so how can you know the joy of being a cow?: I was wrong, bro. Let me go put together an outfit first. Whether I'm a cow or not doesn't matter, being handsome is what matters for a lifetime!]

[The Minotaur must die: ...you.]

[Tauren Must Die: Fine, that's it. If you're going to collect a complete outfit, remember to preview the styles first to avoid them overlapping and causing conflicts...]

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"Is selling outfits really that effective? No wonder it's been a revenue-generating project for Little Pony for decades..."

Latis felt the influx of magic and muttered to himself.

Just minutes before the update was completed, he received almost the equivalent of a full day's daily active mana. Even though beacon feedback would result in some loss, it instantly replenished his mage level by almost 10%.

Although this will soon stabilize as beacon users find their preferred outfits, it will be enough to sustain high revenue for some time.

"At this rate, it shouldn't take more than two days... Hmm? The spell has been uploaded?"

The vibrations of the magic network drew his attention back to his spell. Perhaps because the magic runes hadn't appeared on the magic network before, the construction of the magic network took a little longer, but fortunately, it was successfully launched.

"Good, it worked. Let's check it again. Hmm, nothing seems wrong. Just paste the forum link and we're done. I'll update a few chapters of the novel on the forum later..."

Latis nodded in satisfaction. His strength was improving rapidly, and he expected to reach the level of a high-level mage soon, so that he could truly face those complex forces.

To be honest, it was precisely because he hadn't been able to find a real solution to leave this plane of existence in the simulation that he began to value everything on the continent of Atlantis more and more.

The Black Hat Organization, the Imperial Capital, the Mage Association, and the Goddess Church—these four forces constitute the key forces that, in his mind, will determine the future direction.

Of course, in addition to these, there are many other small and medium-sized organizations such as the Church of Light, the three schools of Lundia, the Dragonhorn Territory, the Warriors' Travel Group, the Sages' Squad of Andora, and the divine forces of the United Nations of Yanium. These may have a negligible impact on the overall situation, but if used properly, they can also become an asset to Latis.

After sorting everything out, Latis stretched vigorously. Now it was time for him to show off his superhuman skills, but before that, he needed to go back to the mage's quarters for dinner.

Through repeated simulations, he gradually discovered the meaning of simulation. It was not about collecting various souvenirs or winning the hearts of one or two girls, but about making his real life better and better.

Protecting your home and the girls behind you is the true meaning of simulation.