A chat group for a certain tower warlock

A strangely-looking god of the Dream Realm sat on a wide chair, looking at the empty main seat with some dissatisfaction. He knew that the establishment of the Divine Court this time was just a temporary measure, only to avoid restrictions and continue to abuse the Dream Realm and its authority.

As for Yarman, who was crowned as the God-Emperor, in their eyes he was nothing more than a clay Buddha, a statue.

It has to be said that Yarman hasn't shown his skills in Terra for too long, leading many people who know him to think that he only achieved such success because he was born early and benefited from the system. They believe that they could have done the same!

But in reality, you're really not good enough!

His words resonated with many Dream Gods, but those who truly understood Yarman remained silent, simply sitting in their chairs with their eyes closed, resting.

"If you don't want to have a meeting, then don't have one. Let's adjourn the meeting; everyone is busy!"

"No need to rush, Mr. Peacock King, I'm here now."

A voice rang out from the conference room door. The gods looked up sharply and saw two people standing smiling at the door. The leader, Yarman, slowly walked into the room. Under the gaze of the gods, he came to the main seat. He helped Mostima up, and the two sat down together on the large main seat.

Looking at the Peacock King staring intently at him, Yarman smiled and waved his hand, saying gently, "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. I apologize in advance."

Before the words were even finished, the gods stood up one after another, especially the Peacock King, who was the fastest to stand up. He felt that if he didn't stand up now, he would never be able to stand up again.

On the other side, the Lateran god of faith bowed slightly to Yarman and said respectfully, "Your Majesty the God-Emperor is too kind. It will only take a little time. There is no need for such formality."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gods in the hall felt a sense of relief. The oppressive feeling that seemed to want to crush their bodies when Yarman apologized had terrified them.

It almost got crushed.

After the pressure dissipated, the gods exchanged glances, then bowed to Yarman, who sat calmly on the main seat, and said, "Your Majesty the Divine Emperor!"

Looking at the gods bowing down below, Yarman smiled with satisfaction: "Alright, everyone, please be seated! You are all pillars of Terra, there's no need to be so formal!"

How could we not be respectful? If we hadn't bowed, we would all be dead!

The gods grumbled inwardly, then returned to their seats. All their previous discontent and contemptuous looks vanished. That one moment made them realize that this God-Emperor was not someone they could resist!

Chapter 241: What is the meal allowance for?

"So, this is the framework, laws, and rites of the Divine Court." Yarman nodded, slowly stood up, and bowed deeply to the gods. "The development and stability of the world of Terra depends on your efforts!"

When they saw him stand up and bow, the gods immediately stood up and bowed to him as well.

Afterwards, Yarman slowly stood up and smiled at the gods, saying, "If you are not busy, you are welcome to visit the starship at your leisure. There are staff members everywhere who will receive you. Of course, if you are busy, you may leave on your own without having to report."

Upon hearing this, the gods exchanged glances. After hesitating for a long time, they all left the conference room and headed into the starship. As expected, they would come here every two weeks to discuss recent events and the future development plans for the Terra world.

In that case, it's quite necessary to familiarize ourselves with the meeting location beforehand. It would be embarrassing if a 475-kilometer-long starship couldn't find the venue and needed someone to guide it. Besides, the boss has already given the order to let them see the starship, so they definitely want to!

As the bells rang, each heading towards different corners of the starship, Yarman breathed a deep sigh of relief. He looked at Mostima beside him and said with a smile, "This matter is finally resolved. Fortunately, they are all smart people who understood what I meant, so I didn't have to lift a finger. Otherwise, the scene would have been quite ugly!"

“When you apologized, they were almost scared to death. They must have realized how powerful you are now,” Mostima said casually. Then she added with some concern, “With so many Dream Gods and such a large annual stipend, does Terra have enough World Essence to give them?”

"Terra has no shortage of Originium right now," Yarman said nonchalantly. Not to mention the many worlds in the chat group, the Originium purchased every day is a huge amount of trading points. The recently added Contract Passage Gate and Container Patent are also a continuous river of gold.

Faced with so many trading points, the meager allowances the gods demanded, though varied in type, amounted to nothing.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman slowly stood up. He looked around and said slowly, "From now on, the Emperor of Life will not only be my research ship, but will also become the location of the Terra Divine Court."

"Terra's power has been concentrated in some areas; it's no longer a loose pile of sand as before."

Sitting in her chair, Mostima looked at the list in her hand, meticulously listing each of the gods' powers and subsidies: "Gods' Council allowance, allowance for managing one's own followers, access to the Dream Realm's energy, descent into the world, small world subsidy, right to know the secrets of the world, subsidy for purchasing items from another world, meal allowance..."

"Sigh, I'm even thinking of becoming a member of the Divine Court. This subsidy is just too good! They've added every benefit they can think of, plus this meal allowance. I'm speechless."

Looking at Mostima, who was sighing beside him, Yarman casually said, "What's so special about this? Your chat group card is bound to me. You have all the permissions they have, and even more than they do."

"Moreover, if you don't give these people enough money and benefits, do you think they will work hard? Impossible. Now that we've started building the Divine Court, let's go all out and build a Divine Court that is capable of managing the entire Terra. Don't be superficial and perfunctory!"

Mostima sat in his chair, continuing to check the list. "What about the gods under these gods? What are you going to do with them? Give them the same benefits?"

“Give them about one-fifth of the benefits they receive compared to these people,” Yarman said slowly after thinking for a moment. Logically speaking, those people were also his subjects, so he couldn’t really give them nothing at all. They also had to attend a meeting every year and were subject to his management.

However, we can't give too much, otherwise the leaders of these divine courts will have objections.

“That’s settled then. I’ll go and inform the Doctor.” Mostima stood up from her chair, turned and disappeared into thin air, leaving only Yarman sitting in the chair.

…………

The third level of the starship, the Divine Court Banquet Hall.

"Is this the banquet hall? Can we use our meal allowance here?"

A dragon man dressed in a magnificent robe stood in the banquet hall, looking at the banquet hall, which was obviously newly built but still very perfect and luxurious. He found a chair and slowly sat down. He looked around with great curiosity, and then looked at the magnificent solid wood dining table in front of him, which was full of magic.

“Theoretically speaking, yes.” The Holy Lord of Iberia slowly sat down at the table beside him. He hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the table in front of him. Looking at the screen that appeared before him, he frowned slightly and said, “Don’t we have a meal allowance? Why do we have to pay for some dishes?”

The other deities nearby were also puzzled. In their imagination, they had received a meal allowance, and that eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves in the banquet hall of the divine court was free, no matter how much they ate, they didn't have to pay.

The dragon man studied the light screen in front of him and suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. The paid dishes are cooked with special products from another world, or they are special plants and animals developed by His Majesty the God Emperor."

“I see, thank you for reminding me, let me see…” The Holy Lord of Iberia nodded, thanked the dragon man beside him, and then began to order food. Although they could survive without eating, eating itself was a pleasure, and they still enjoyed it.

As the group began ordering, another large group of deities entered the banquet hall. They were also curious about what kind of food this meal allowance would subsidize them; it couldn't all be ordinary dishes, could it?

Meanwhile, the dishes for the first few people had been prepared and were brought up by several richly dressed servants and placed on their table. Under the curious gazes of the crowd, the golden lids were gently opened.

Instantly, a gentle yet powerful energy flow swept through the entire restaurant, and a variety of small, exquisite, and unique dishes appeared before everyone. The rich aroma was mixed with a refreshing life force, and just one whiff of the flavor made one feel several years younger.

Of course, it's unrealistic to expect to improve your strength by eating a few dishes, but these meals are indeed very delicious and very cheap, making them a kind of enjoyment.

"I'm starting to understand what this meal allowance is all about now." The Holy Lord of Iberia sat in his chair and began to eat heartily. As he ate, he said, "We can bring up the issue of this meal allowance at next year's meeting and see if we can increase the amount!"

"You're right!" ×n

After finishing the food in front of him, the dragon man slowly stood up and walked out of the banquet hall. He couldn't wait to see the other places after such a wonderful surprise in just one banquet hall.

For example, libraries, archives, plantations...

He felt that there would definitely be more surprises in these places. Even if His Majesty the God Emperor took things for granted, just a little bit of what he had seen would be enough to make the leaders of the various divine courts very rich.

You must make good use of the benefits you have, otherwise you'll be letting yourself down!

Chapter 242: A Group of Transmigrators Wearing Watches and Having Shields

Three months later, within the Dream Realm.

“The spacetime stability readings here have been a bit low lately. Do you have any clues?” Yarman asked Mostima, standing to the side.

Looking at the thousands upon thousands of contract passage gates before him, and the countless enormous containers flying through the sky, Mostima wore a mocking smile. With so many contract passage gates piled up in this Dream Realm world layer, it would be strange if spacetime could remain stable!

Seeing her expression, Yarman scratched his head and explained slowly, "I'm not talking about comparing it to the real world, but to this world layer before. You see, it used to be on the zero line, but now it's down to -10. If this continues, this world layer will collapse."

“What clues do I have? What can I do?” Mostima shrugged helplessly. The situation was simply unsolvable. How could a world layer that connects the multiverse possibly have stable spacetime? In her opinion, it was already good that it had only dropped to -10.

She had originally expected that the temperature should be above -30 by now.

After saying that, she sighed, "Why not spend more World Origin to maintain this world layer? What else can we do? World Origin can solve all problems, and even if it can't, it can at least alleviate them. Anyway, your transit station earns so many transaction points every day, so spending some money on maintenance is not a loss."

"Sigh, that's true. Let's use 25% for maintenance then." Yarman nodded seriously after hearing this. He had hoped that this place could become a transit station for the entire multiverse. It couldn't collapse. If it did, and the transit cargo was lost, the losses would be severe.

Dumbledore and his ilk have been eyeing his position as the primary transit point for a long time.

After briefly stabilizing the transit station's world layer, Yarman and Mostima prepared to leave. Just then, a tremendous spacetime tremor suddenly resounded from the distant depths of space. To their astonishment, the entire transit station's world layer was completely shattered, splitting into several pieces.

"..."×2

"[Letanian profanity]! Something terrible has happened!" Yarman immediately took action, countless long tentacles surging from his body, grasping the world layer that had been shattered into pieces, slowly reassembling it, and at the same time pulling back the containers that had been flying everywhere due to the shock.

At the same time, Mostima also made his move, freezing time in the entire vast space, preventing anything from leaving and buying him time to repair himself.

After restoring everything to normal, Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. Just a hair's breadth away from the complete collapse of the entire transit station world layer, which would have been the end of everything.

This incident could very well jeopardize Terra's future prospects and completely disrupt its progress.

After calming himself down, Yarman slowly looked at the world layer before him, and said with rage, "What exactly is going on? I must find out the reason for this! Investigate, you must investigate!"

Seeing the furious Yarman, Mostima patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down. We definitely need to investigate, but first we have to ensure the transit station operates normally!"

“…You’re right.” After listening, Yarman calmed down, then tore open a rift in the dreamscape. A large number of monsters exuding powerful auras emerged from the crack. Seeing his kin arriving immediately, he ordered, “Proceed to this level, maintain order, and conduct inspections!”

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monsters vanished into thin air. The next second, they split into small groups and entered the world layer in front of them to maintain the operation of the containers and begin searching.

Seeing the clansmen who had entered the World Layer, Yarman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He said with lingering fear, "Why did this problem suddenly occur? Where did that spacetime tremor come from?"

“If I’m not mistaken, it must have come from outside the world,” Mostima said slowly.

As a transit point, this world layer is quite close to the world barrier. In order to ensure the transportation of supplies with lower energy consumption, they even cut a small opening in the world barrier and stuffed the world layer into the opening, maximizing transit speed and low transit energy consumption.

However, the price is that it is too close to the void outside the world, resulting in very low spacetime stability. Moreover, any slight disturbance from the outside world can directly impact the world layer, and it can be shattered if one is not careful.

"I told you a long time ago that what you did was very dangerous. Now look what happened, a wave came and smashed your boat to pieces. Luckily we're right here," Mostima said helplessly.

Yarman stood there and sighed slowly. "There's no other way. Even so, the transit station has to be here. It's the best choice. As for the storms outside, that's just a low-probability event."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say goes." Mostima didn't want to argue with him.

Just as the two were chatting, Yarman's familiar brought more than a dozen purebred humans to him. After casually tossing the humans in front of them, it packaged its memory into a ball of light and handed it to Yarman. Then it bowed to the two, and after receiving permission, it turned and left.

"..."×2

Looking at the modernly dressed, weak alien humans in front of them, the two exchanged a surprised glance. It wasn't that they hadn't seen purebred humans before; there were plenty of purebred humans in the multiverse. But why were there so many weak humans in the transit station world layer?

Looking at the ball of light in his hand, Yarman read the information within it and raised an eyebrow in slight confusion.

According to the memories of their own clan, these people appeared in a corner of the world layer. When they were found, there was a very strong energy shield in front of them. The leaders tried to attack them, but after being beaten to a pulp, they obediently stopped fighting.

The conclusion was that these were a bunch of scoundrels who wouldn't listen unless they were given a good beating.

Mostima, who was standing to the side, also finished reading the information. She stared at the weak humans in front of her and tilted her head. The way these people looked at her made her very uncomfortable, as if some higher being was looking at an insect.

It's strange. They're so weak, yet so arrogant. What gives them the right to be so conceited?

The two slowly looked at each other again, both noticing the strangeness in each other's eyes. What exactly were these people? They were so weak, yet their arrival caused such a terrifying spatial tremor.

Just as the two were wondering, the humans who were slumped on the ground also began to whisper among themselves.

"What are these two people?"

"I don't know, but he looks like the leader of those monsters. By the way, what world does the watch say this is?"

"This seems to be... Terra! But why..."

"Terra? Hallowed Terra, or Terraria?"

"No, it's Terra!"

"Huh?! You're telling me this is Terra Ark? It looks more like Chaos Realm to me!"

"I don't know, maybe something has changed in the world."

"They're both just staring at us without saying a word, what should we do?"

"Let's find an opportunity to see if we can communicate. It would be great if we could."...

Looking at the whispering crowd, Yalman slowly said, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"..."×n

Seeing the group fall silent and stare at him in bewilderment, Yarman blinked, then used his mental power to speak to them again: "Now, can you understand me?"

"...Yes, yes, sir!"

"We absolutely can!"

"sure"……

[Leytanian profanity], these people really talk a lot of nonsense, even if you understand it, they still say it together.

Chapter 243: The Reincarnator Who Landed in Letania at the Start

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Yarman interrupted their responses with some impatience, and then said to them, "Choose one of you to talk to me, and stop talking all at once."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped talking and gathered together to discuss it. After some discussion, a man with black-rimmed glasses and a frail appearance was pushed forward. Facing Yarman, he smiled calmly and said in a measured tone, "Sir, hello, I'll be in charge of speaking."

"Where are you from? Why did you come here?" Yarman asked bluntly, his vast senses silently enveloping the group and capturing their thoughts.

The man replied without hesitation, “We come from a distant world and formed a merchant group to engage in cross-world trade. During our journey, we unexpectedly encountered a void turbulence and ended up in your world.”

After hearing his explanation, Yalman and Mostima exchanged a glance and smiled at each other. Yalman continued, "Since you're in business, what about your goods?"

"Also due to the void turbulence, my goods have vanished into the void." With that, the man sighed and pleaded with Yarman, "I hope you will allow us to stay in your world for a while to rest our troops and replenish our supplies. We are willing to pay for it!"

"..."

Yarman didn't speak, but just stared at the man in front of him, watching him intently until he was covered in sweat and his legs were trembling. Just when he was about to give up, Yarman looked away, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. "Of course, I'll send you to a nearby planet right away!"

Hearing this, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know if it was Terra, at least they had entered. As long as they could land on a planet, they would have a way to get to Terra.

With a casual wave of his hand, Yarman, carrying more than a dozen people on the ground, threw them far away, directly out of the Dream Realm and towards the planet Terra in the real universe.

Watching Yarman throw people towards Terra, Pegasus couldn't help but ask, "Do you really believe what they said? Do you really think they're a group of inter-world merchants?"