My Territory, My Rules

On the continent of Talos lies a forbidden land that no powerful person dares set foot in. Not because an abyssal dragon lurks there, nor because the environment is harsh, but because its lord is a “master of loopholes” with absolutely no scruples. The God of Magic once went there to argue his case, only to be sent to a crystal mine to dig for three years for violating the “Territorial Antitrust Law: Additional Clause on Abnormally Concentrated Magical Elements.” The Sword Saint once went there to duel, but because he had failed to submit the “Cross-District Application for Armed Combat with Cold Weapons” thirty working days in advance, the territorial laws suppressed him on the spot and forced him to sign a hundred-year labor contract. “Why?! Aren’t territorial laws supposed to be absolutely fair? How can he cast forbidden spells in an anti-magic zone himself?!” As the allied armies of several nations voiced their accusations, Lord Lin En stood atop the city wall, pulled out a thick legal code, and turned to the second supplementary note under the additional clauses on page 974. “Sorry, everyone. According to a special annotation in the Third Revised Edition of the Territorial Laws, I can legally cast forbidden spells as long as I file a report in advance and pay one copper coin in fireworks tax.” “By the way, I invented that tax, too.”