A chat group for a certain tower warlock

A chat group for a certain tower warlock. Author: Ice Cream Pineapple Bun

"How do you know my teacher was a sorcerer who created stone statues?" Yarman spread his hands innocently. "Besides, I've already destroyed my teacher's stone statues. There are no more lost colossi in this world."

"So what have we encountered this time?!"

“This is a stone statue I made. Its performance is ten times that of the ones my teacher made. You can call it the Lost Super Colossus,” Yarman explained with a smile.

"Why did you even build it?!"

"In memory of my teacher, and also, for fun!"

"You! Then why did you upgrade the performance so much?!"

"I don't know, I just sculpted it randomly."

"Stop talking so much, just tell me, where is its weakness?!"

"I do not know."

"Successor to the Witch King, Emperor of the Wasteland, you're telling me you don't know the weaknesses of your magical creations? Do you think I'm a complete idiot?"

"I cannot explain the troupe leader's mysterious modifications, dear Doctor, but I can tell you that if you don't resolve this quickly, you're doomed."

"you……"

"It's my duty to help fellow group members. You're welcome. Have fun at the Crimson Theatre, everyone from Rhodes Island!"

"Yarman! [Yan Kingdom profanity]!"

Volume 1

Chapter 1: The Lost Colossus

Looking at the huge stone statue in front of him, Yarman scratched his head in confusion. The body made of black rock, the patterns that emitted purple magical light, and the energy core in the center of the chest that shone with bright purple magical light, all looked so familiar to him!

"Yalman, what are you thinking about?"

An aged voice came from the side. He turned his head and immediately bowed to the old man who had come forward. "Teacher, I was just amazed by your magical creation."

"These are just servants who do manual labor. Apart from being a bit strong, there's nothing special about them." The old sorcerer said as he walked. He stood in front of the creation and said casually, "The only thing worth mentioning is that they can use Originium Arts."

Servants... Stone colossus servants... Lost colossus!

Yarman suddenly realized what was happening. He abruptly raised his head and looked at the magical artifact radiating purple light in front of him. At this moment, the colossus standing in place overlapped with the colossus in his distant memory that made countless people grit their teeth!

[Leytanian profanity]! It's a lost colossus!

A bead of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. It turned out that his teacher was the tower sorcerer who created this colossus but forgot to tell it who its master was!

What's worse, he was actually this confused tower sorcerer's wizard apprentice!

"No... It's over, Barbie Q is gone!" Yarman looked at the old warlock who had already placed his staff on the core of the colossus's spell, preparing to activate it, his eyes filled with despair.

It's too late. Even if he pulls out his staff now to stop his teacher's actions, it's useless. The spell core has been activated, the colossus has come back to life, and there's no saving it!

"You, go and move that box over here!" the old sorcerer commanded the colossus, then turned to Yarman behind him, "What did you just say?"

"..."

The colossus stared at the old sorcerer standing before it for a moment, then suddenly raised its arms, and a huge stone appeared in its hands. It then hurled it at the old sorcerer, who was bewildered by its unusual action!

"Teacher! Get out of the way!" Yarman drew his staff and fired a spell missile at the stone thrown by the colossus, but it was no use; the old warlock was simply too close to the colossus.

By the time the spell missile shattered the stone, the old sorcerer had already been struck on the back of the head by the enormous rock.

Seeing his teacher fall to the ground, Yarman raised his hand and unleashed a magical spear at the colossus. The spear struck the colossus's magical core precisely, shattering it into pieces on the spot.

With the collapse of the spell's core, the colossus struggled weakly for a moment before its body crumbled into pieces, turning into a pile of rubble.

Yarman didn't have time to pay attention to the rubble scattered on the ground. He rushed to his teacher's side and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his teacher was still breathing but was bleeding from his mouth and nose.

It's good that you can still breathe. As long as you're not dead, there are plenty of ways to save you.

Looking at Yarman, who was holding him, the old sorcerer pressed his staff against Yarman's chest with all his might, nodded at him, then closed his eyes, his head lolled to the side, and he was dead.

"Teacher? Teacher!" Yarman looked at his teacher who was dead in his arms and didn't know what to do. He just knelt on the ground, holding his teacher's body, without saying a word.

After a long while, he finally stood up from the ground, holding his teacher's body. He was deeply saddened by his teacher's death, but the current situation did not allow him to grieve. In another month, it would be time to supply goods to a high-ranking nobleman, and the goods had not even been researched yet!

Although tower sorcerers hold a prestigious status in Letania, they still need to rely on the powerful nobles. Especially now that the Witch King has fallen and the twin queens have ascended to the throne, Letania's support for sorcery research is far less than before. If they want to continue their research, they can only rely on wealthy nobles.

His teacher served a high-ranking nobleman, providing him with services such as magical artifacts, special potions, security personnel training, and technological research. In return, the nobleman would provide various resources as payment, thus establishing an implicit hierarchical cooperative relationship between the two.

Over the years, the nobleman, with the help of his teacher, consolidated his power and successfully became the Elector of the Empire. Meanwhile, his teacher, with the nobleman's support, acquired a large number of ancient sorcery books, built his own sorcery tower, and became a true tower sorcerer.

The two parties have benefited each other and achieved mutual success.

This time, the nobleman demanded that they produce a batch of potions that would greatly enhance a person's combat abilities after consumption. As for the consequences of consumption, he insisted that the user must die!

The two felt strange about this request, but it wasn't surprising. It was probably another banned drug used on the assassins he kept. It wasn't unusual for nobles to treat people like dirt.

Originally, this task was always handled by the old warlock, but now that the old warlock is dead and has passed on the warlock's staff that symbolizes his lineage, he has no choice but to take over this big operation!

Before Yarman could catch his breath, a carriage guarded by more than ten knights arrived at the tower after a three-day funeral for the old sorcerer held with the servants inside the tower.

Looking at the iconic family crest on the carriage, Yarman's heart sank. The truth would eventually come out; he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

But now is not the time to be upset; the important thing is to keep this major client on track.

Seeing the man step out of the car, Yarman smiled warmly and walked up to him with light steps, saying, "Lord Harry, welcome! May I ask what new needs you have?"

“Mr. Yarman.” The Elector walked slowly to him, gently pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses. He did not immediately respond to Yarman’s question, but instead stood there holding his exquisite Originium cane, casually looking around, displaying the demeanor of a noble lord.

"I heard that your teacher passed away unexpectedly, and I am deeply saddened by this."

Although Yarman was disgusted by Harry's affected politeness, he could only feign sadness and gratitude, repeatedly echoing, "Thank you for your mercy, you are such a kind person!"

"Hmm~"

Harry nodded in satisfaction at Yarman's attitude, then changed the subject and asked directly, "Have you finished preparing the potion I need?"

"This...you know, this situation..."

"So, there isn't one." Harry glanced indifferently at the stiff-faced Yarman. The butler, who was standing nearby, promptly brought over a pre-cut cigar. He picked one up and then held it up to Yarman.

Yarman picked up a cigar from the ornate box inlaid with pure gold and Originium. Instead of asking the butler for a light, he extended his finger and lightly touched the end of the cigar, which was instantly lit.

Seeing this, a glint flashed in Harry's eyes. He felt that he might not need to change partners anymore. He slowly puffed out a cloud of smoke and said, "Then, Mr. Yarman, can you take on the responsibilities of your teacher?"

"Of course! Lord Harry!"

Chapter Two: The Cat-Headed Tower Warlock

"Oh dear! What should we do now!" Yarman sighed deeply as he watched the convoy disappear below the horizon. He had practically blown his own horn to keep his big client in line with his words, and it had only been a hard-won victory that made him believe him on the surface.

However, now that he has to fulfill the promises he made, that's a real headache.

Boasting is fun for a moment, but fulfilling your promise will lead to disaster.

"Oh dear! Tell me, what should we do? A month... sigh!" Yarman was now in a bind. If he had his teacher's abilities, he would have already left his teacher and gone out to find nobles to fund the construction of his own magic tower.

Just when he was at his wit's end, a voice suddenly rang in his mind!

"Ding! Welcome to the chat group!"

Huh? A chat group? What's that?

Yarman froze. He was certain he had heard the sound, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find its source. He scanned the entire tower but found nothing.

"Could it be that I'm just too nervous and hallucinating?" Yarman sat in the chair in the laboratory and began to think. "Or is it some kind of cheat code? If so, hopefully it can solve my immediate problem."

Just as he was trying to find out where his cheat code was, he couldn't find it anywhere.

"Could I have been hallucinating? Oh well, let's start the research first and get that potion ready." Yarman got up, walked to the experimental table, and prepared to start mixing the potion. Just then, the panel appeared.

"...Your latency is a bit high!"

Unsure of what to say, Yarman sighed, slowly opened the panel, and sent his first message.

Cat-Headed Tower Warlock: Hello everyone, my name is Yarman, and I am an ordinary warlock.

This nickname... is quite fitting!

My Clan, Level 14: Welcome newcomer! My name is Lindal, and I am the leader of a clan. Please read the clan handbook to learn more about this clan. Please ignore the clan owner.

All-Knowing Immortal Lin: Welcome, newcomer! My name is Lin Yi. Do you want to know about your future?

Unnamed Female: Huh? Didn't you say you knew everything? Now all you know is the future? Group admin, you need to step up your game! By the way, newbie, you can call me Veronica.

Realistic Magician: Group owner, just give up, you can't fool anyone anymore! Also, welcome to the newbie, my name is Robert Scranton.

Thunder King: Newcomers already? My name is Tesla, welcome, welcome. As for the group owner... never mind.

Looking at the various chat bubbles that were rapidly flooding the screen, Yarman scratched his head. He decided to check the group manual first before deciding what to do next.

The group manual was very short, less than a page in total. After quickly scanning it, his first step was to enter the group shop—a place for group members to exchange items.

“This… there aren’t that many items! But…” Yarman looked at the rows of shop windows, his heart pounding. He knew this was the feeling of being tempted; he wanted all of these things!

Although the store was quite deserted and there weren't many goods, upon closer inspection, each item was an extraordinary find, or rather, a strange one.

Steam core, Tesla energy coil, energy tower construction technology, complete collection of tribal alchemy products, complete collection of tribal magic, complete collection of New World spells, Scranton reality anchor, foundation of reality science, Nine Revolutions Alchemy Technique, Five Organs Guiding Method, Sun and Moon Essence Technique, complete collection of universal spells of the North Continent, a copy of the Necronomicon fragments, a copy of the Book of Ebony fragments, a fragment of the Yellow King's yellow robe, essence of fire, writhing flesh, Shoggoth's eye...

He was tempted by these items, but before buying them, he first needed to upload what he knew to earn some trading points.

"Ding, you have uploaded 10 Pure Originium, the Complete Collection of Tower Warlock Spells, the Wizarding Tower Construction Manual, the Colossus Servant Creation Method, the Sarkaz Wizardry Re-edited, the Letanian General Spell Tutorial, the Letanian Advanced Spell Tutorial, the Ursus Military Spell Textbook, and the Witch King's Wizarding Codex Fragments..."

"Thank you for uploading. Because of your selflessness, you will receive 5600 trading points."

"Beep, 5600 trading points have been credited to your account, and your current balance is 5,600 trading points."

Looking at the sudden increase in trading points in his account, Yarman smiled happily. Since this knowledge was just gathering dust on his own anyway, he might as well share it with his fellow group members and exchange it for other knowledge.

“Then, let’s begin the procurement, starting with knowledge of magic!” Yarman murmured, and then began clicking incessantly: the complete collection of tribal alchemy products, the complete collection of tribal magic, the complete collection of New World magic, the complete collection of Northland magic, a copy of the Necronomicon, a copy of the Book of Ibon…

My clan is at level 14: Thank you for your support, newbie!

Unnamed female creature: Thank you for your spending, newbie!

Cat-Headed Tower Warlock: Hmm?

All-Knowing Master Lin: After making a purchase in the store, the uploader of the purchased item will receive 50% of the transaction points.

Cat-Headed Tower Warlock: I get it!

While replying to his group members, Yarman reviewed the knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind, and also began to examine the two books he had taken out of the chat group.

“The Necronomicon, the Book of Ebon… It seems that lady came from the Cthulhu world!” Yarman looked at the two books in front of him with a solemn expression, and decided to put them away carefully.

Even he, a tower sorcerer, was almost bewitched by these two books. He certainly couldn't let his servants see them; he didn't want to deal with Oripathy patients who had grown tentacles all over their bodies.

"Huh? What are they talking about?" Yarman turned his gaze back to the group chat, and then he was surprised to find that there were new people in the chat group!

The White Demon King, who loves sweets the most in the world: Excuse me... what is this?

All-Knowing Master Lin: Welcome newcomer. You want to... never mind, this is a chat group. Please refer to the manual for details.

An unnamed female creature: No more swindling and deception?

All-Knowing Immortal Lin: Forget it, this group is too complicated, I can't handle it.

My Clan, Level 14: Just know that, be a good person, and we can still be good friends. By the way, what's your name, newbie?

The White Devil, who loves sweets the most in the world: You can call me Albus Dumbledore.

Yarman ignored the group members' lectures to the group leader and instead looked at the shop. He was pretty sure who the White Demon King was, and he was now waiting for that person to upload his magic!

After waiting for about ten minutes, he refreshed the shop and, sure enough, there were many more items in the shop window. Upon closer inspection, they were all various magical knowledge uploaded by the White Demon King.

After weighing the remaining trading points in his possession against the trading points required for the various magical knowledge uploaded by the other party, he decisively chose to exchange them all!

The White Demon King, who loves sweets the most in the world: Sir, tower sorcerer, have you redeemed the magical knowledge I uploaded?

Cat-Headed Tower Warlock: Yes, for some reason, I urgently need some magical knowledge right now.

Thunder King: What's the reason?

All-Knowing Master Lin: Yes, what's the reason?

Cat Head Tower Warlock: This... I can't explain it clearly in a short time, and it's quite urgent, so I'm logging off now. I'll tell you when I'm done.

Cat Head Tower Warlock: @All-Knowing Immortal Lin, why don't you calculate what's going on?

All-Knowing Master Lin: ...