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"You see, sir, now we are having a heart-to-heart talk."

"……I see."

Looking at the speechless Yarman opposite him, Samsara asked with a smile, "What does Your Excellency think of the reincarnators in the Samsara Space?"

"...very promising, very good."

"My Samsara Space governs hundreds of thousands of small worlds, and I can obtain countless world origins every day. What do you think, sir?"

"You guys are amazing, I'm not as good as you."

"In that case, have you considered becoming a sponsor of my Reincarnation Space?"

"……what?!"

Chapter 251: Okay, I'll take this deal.

Have I stumbled into a pyramid scheme?

As Yarman looked at Samsara sitting directly opposite him, talking boastfully, he unconsciously leaned back, his whole body pressed against the chair like a cushion, his face bearing an expression as if he had seen a strange creature.

This was something I never expected; the other party was actually trying to recruit me.

"Sir, what do you think of my proposal?" Reincarnation smiled at Yarman, and elegantly pointed to the exquisite dome above their heads. "Becoming a sponsoring world of Reincarnation Space allows you to place your own statue on the dome and enjoy a series of privileges. You can see the details here."

As he spoke, he placed the tablet he was holding in front of Yarman, gently opened a notepad, and a huge file of tens of gigabytes was opened, dazzling Yarman.

"...There's one thing, why are you using tablets instead of parchment or something?" Yarman asked, looking at the computer in front of him. In his opinion, people who could create something as impressive as a dome sculpture must be art lovers who like retro and mysterious styles.

"If you like the feel of parchment, we can change it." Reincarnation readily agreed, and with a gentle wave, the tablet transformed into parchment, but…

Yarman stared at the words on the paper, hesitated, then placed his finger on it and gently swiped upwards. Seeing the text still scrolling like a waterfall on a computer screen, he suddenly looked up and exclaimed absurdly, "What's the difference between this and the tablet from before? Aren't they both just scrolling like a waterfall, the same thing?"

"As per your request for a parchment tablet, we have replaced it with a parchment version."

"..."

"If you really want to see a printed version, we have those too, all kinds of paper, but there are quite a lot." Samsara smiled and gestured in the air with his hands. "One document is about the size of several palaces."

"...Alright, never mind, I'm not going. But I won't look at this damn document either." Yarman folded up the parchment tablet on his lap and tossed it aside. He stared at Samsara. "Just give me a simple explanation of what the main powers and obligations are."

Hearing his words, Samsara nodded happily; he liked this kind of straightforward boss.

"The obligation is simple, sir. It is to provide a certain number of extraordinary individuals to the Reincarnation Space every year as new blood. Secondly, it is to open up the law ratio diagram and life diagram of your world to the Reincarnation Space. The Reincarnation Space guarantees that it will only be used by the space itself and will never be disclosed to any organization or world!"

Upon hearing about Samsara's words, Yarman did not fly into a rage. Instead, he sat in his chair and listened quietly, deciding that it wouldn't be too late to lose his temper after he finished explaining what powers he possessed.

Seeing that he wasn't angry, Reincarnation nodded happily and continued elegantly, "In return, the Reincarnation Space will give you a certain amount of world origin plundered from other worlds. You will have certain personnel authority in the Reincarnation Space and can freely use reincarnators within the regulations."

The items available for exchange in the Reincarnation Space will be fully accessible to you, settled using the world's origin. Every year, the Reincarnation Space will hold an auction exclusively for the sponsoring world, auctioning various rare resources, including but not limited to the world core, world law proportion diagrams, world life atlases, and void artifacts..."

“Wait a minute, what is a Void Artifact?” Yarman interrupted him and asked.

Upon hearing this question, Samsara paused for a moment, but quickly realized, "Don't you know? It's like this: in the void outside the world, worlds are breaking apart every moment. After a world breaks apart, the matter inside flows into the void. Most of the materials are completely eroded by the void energy, but there are always some that are not completely eroded."

These things that haven't been corrupted, or rather, haven't been completely corrupted, are Void Artifacts. After being baptized by the void, their properties undergo drastic changes, making them highly valuable for research. The Reincarnation Space can capture such items from the void, select them, and send them to the auction house.

After listening to his words, Yarman nodded. "Are there any other powers?"

After sitting in his chair and thinking for a moment, Samsara slowly said, "Regarding the disposal rights of worlds that have been used to the point of being scrapped after being conquered by Samsara Space, we scrap many worlds every year. These worlds will be reasonably distributed to you for disposal according to the level of sponsorship from the sponsoring worlds."

The last and most important point is that everyone will have free access to all research findings from the Reincarnation Space Academy. All research results from the Academy will be provided to the sponsoring world free of charge as soon as possible.

That's it?

"Yes, sir, that's all."

“Okay, I understand.” Yarman nodded calmly, starting to think about it. He felt that sponsoring this world was worthwhile, at least it sounded pretty worthwhile. The Law Proportion Chart and Life Chart were only for the space's own use, at most for the reincarnators, and would not be made public.

This is something we can actually do; it sounds like a sure-fire way to make money.

After thinking for a long time, Yarman took out two diagrams from his pocket and placed them in Samsara's hand amidst his surprised and delighted gaze. "These are the Terra Law Proportion Diagram and the Life Diagram. I'll take this deal!"

Carefully putting away the map, Samsara took out a token engraved with the word Terra from his bosom and placed it in front of him. "This is a pass. It has a private spatial passage that leads directly to this world. You can exercise all your powers through this token."

"Can I exercise power without this thing?" Yarman asked, fiddling with the token and looking down.

"Of course you can, but you can give this token to someone close to you."

"I see, I understand now." Yarman slowly stood up from his chair, extended his right hand, and smiled at Samsara, saying, "Then let's have a pleasant cooperation!"

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, sir!" Samsara shook hands with Yarman and followed him to see him off.

Yarman walked slowly towards the palace gates, smiling as he said to Samsara, "A week from now, have your people come directly to Terra to find me, and take this year's Samsara members with you."

"Yes, yes, sir."

With Samsara seeing him off, Yarman walked out of the palace, casually opening a portal in the air to return. He turned around, waved to Samsara who was still waving to him, and returned to Terra.

In the blink of an eye, he was back inside the Canaan Tower. Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the wine on the table and took a big gulp, then looked at the atomic clock not far away. "What time is it now?"

"Hiss... It seems like a new meeting is starting in five days." Yarman silently calculated the time, then took another swig of wine. "Well, I might as well talk about this."

Just as he was pondering the matter of the reincarnation space, a figure silently appeared behind him, and a pair of slender, fair hands slowly reached out and grabbed his ear. "You came back without telling me? You're something else!"

"Xiao Mo? What are you doing here?"

Chapter 251: What does it mean to create a powerful being by borrowing the cycle of reincarnation?

Sitting on the sofa, Yarman skillfully tried to lie down and rest his head on Mostima's lap, but a hand blocked him. He turned his head and saw Mostima slowly lying down on the sofa, resting his head on his thigh.

Seeing his surprise, Mostima said matter-of-factly, "You used to be the one using my pillow every day, now it's my turn! What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Okay, of course, no problem. You can use it as a pillow if you want, it doesn't matter." Yarman realized what she meant, smiled, and patted her head. Then he placed his hand on her cheek and stroked it gently. "Can you feel it?"

"...Of course I can feel it!"

“Alright, I see.” Yarman nodded, continuing to stroke her horns, and then recounted his experience, “This time I did find the Lord of Reincarnation, but the situation is a little different this time…”

With her eyes closed, Mostima listened quietly to Yarman's words, occasionally shifting her position.

"That's roughly how it is. Oh, and here, take this." Yarman took out a token from his pocket and placed it in Mostima's hand. "With this, you can go to the cycle of reincarnation."

Without refusing, Mostima took the token he offered and casually put it in her pocket. She calmly asked, "So, what do you plan to do about the issue of transporting personnel to the Reincarnation Space?"

“I’m still thinking about it,” Yarman said, pondering. “I’m planning to bring this up in the meeting to see if they have any promising young talents who want to gain experience. If they do, that’s fine. If not, I’ll have Laurentina pick some people and send them over.”

"How do you choose? What are the criteria?"

“Select some people who are living in despair, boredom, or contemplating suicide in Terra, and ask them one by one. Those who are willing to go can be taken directly, and those who are unwilling can have their memories erased and remain.” Yarman said slowly. He didn’t want to force people to go, after all, they were all beings from his own world.

Moreover, that place is a meat grinder-like hellhole. With so many people sent there, one or two are bound to survive. Those survivors are mostly strong individuals. If they were forced to come, they might face retaliation. The world could be ruined by these few people.

For various reasons, in the end, this thing has to be done voluntarily; you can't force anyone. Anyway, with so many creatures on Terra, there are bound to be some who feel life isn't exciting enough and want to have some fun.

Rather than letting these fun-loving people become unstable factors in their own world, it's better to just throw them all into the cycle of reincarnation to risk their lives. That way, the world will be better, and everyone will be better off.

After listening to Yarman's words, Mostima nodded seriously. She also agreed with this recruitment method. "Let's do it this way. There's another meeting in five days. This is a good opportunity to resolve this matter."

"Our time ratio with the cycle world is 1 to 1.5. After the meeting, we'll give them three days to select people and send them over. Then we'll count the number of people. If we don't have enough, we'll have Laurentina search in various world layers and planets. With 2.5 days and my clan, that should be enough."

As Yarman spoke, he calculated that the first batch of people could definitely be gathered, it was just a matter of time. He didn't know how efficient the people below were, or if they would drag their feet.

Mostima shifted into a more comfortable position and asked cheerfully, "How many people are in one group?"

“Three thousand people will be enough.” Yarman thought for a moment, looked at her lying on top of him, and said seriously, “Does Terra have that many people willing to die or have fun every year?”

“No doubt about it, Terra alone can muster this many people, or even Laterano alone would be enough.” Mostima said with a hint of helplessness. In the world of Terra, there is no shortage of anything except all sorts of weirdos looking for thrills, especially in relatively wealthy cities or countries.

Of course, there are also many poor places, such as the rainforest of Sargon and Ursus. These places are also home to all sorts of strange and eccentric people who are always looking for trouble.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman recalled Laterano for a moment, then nodded in sudden understanding. "Indeed, Laterano has quite a few lunatics like that. But... it seems like there are lunatics everywhere on Terra. Why is that? Why are there so many lunatics in my world?"

"Actually, it's quite normal. Even the world leader is a madman, so how could the people below him be normal?"

"..."

Sitting on the sofa, Yarman sighed helplessly. He felt that he was actually quite normal, and he hadn't been deeply involved in the management of the world; it was mostly Laurentina and her ministers who were handling it.

If anyone is to blame for the world's unhealthy atmosphere, it should be Laurentina and her ministers. What does it have to do with me? I'm only responsible for the general direction.

"Sigh, never mind, let's not talk about this anymore." Yarman shook his head helplessly and slowly looked at the atomic clock. "Let's wait for the meeting in five days to resolve this matter. Hopefully, we can resolve it."

"I think they might fight tooth and nail for this spot."

"Hmm? Oh, you're right." Yalman thought for a moment, then nodded seriously. He then looked at Mostima, "Little Mostima, we might need your help then! And the Doctor... give him a hundred spots!"

"How many times have you not needed my help? Okay, I got it."

…………

Five days later, the Emperor of Life.

"Does anyone else have anything to say? Please speak quickly." Yarman raised his head, looked at the gods sitting below the stage, and asked seriously. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he picked up the documents that were placed to the side and said, "In that case, I will announce something."

“?”×n

"Here's the thing, our world has recently partnered with another organization—Reincarnation Space—and become their sponsored world. The relevant documents have been sent to your email addresses. Now, we need to send a batch of people to become reincarnators. Do any of you have any recommendations?"

Yarman briefly explained the matter, then looked at the gods below the stage who were stunned into silence. He gently tapped the small bronze bell beside him; they didn't have much time and needed to hurry.

"..."×n

The gods quickly finished reading the document. They remained silent because the opportunity contained in this matter was too great. Theoretically speaking, if the reincarnators sent out survived, they could be brought back at the right time. As long as their God-Emperor said a word, the matter would be settled.

Those who have undergone numerous missions and been tempered by blood and fire are undoubtedly powerful. As long as the issue of loyalty can be resolved, the strength of the chosen champions will no longer be a concern.

This is an incubation pool. You just need to put in raw materials and wait for a while to produce powerful creatures. As for the output rate, it depends on luck and the raw materials. If the raw materials are bad or you have bad luck, the output rate will be low.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Yarman struck the bronze bell again, looking at the distracted gods below, and sighed helplessly. "This year, there are only three thousand participants. Those who are interested can submit their names to Mostima. Participants will be randomly selected from the list over three days. Alright, meeting adjourned!"

"Splash splash!"

With a shout of "Meeting adjourned," the gods vanished from the divine court in an instant, returning to draft the list.

Chapter 252: With me here, you can't get ahead!

three days later.

Sitting in her chair, Mostima tossed aside a large roll of documents in front of her. Looking at Yarman sitting not far away, she slowly said, "I've discovered a problem, a very serious problem?"

"What's the problem?" Yarman asked, holding his wine glass and looking at her.

“You said before that we would select randomly from all the lists.” Mostima tossed the files on the table aside, somewhat annoyed, and said, “To get more spots and increase their chances of getting one, they practically wrote down the names of all their followers!”

“…They found a loophole.” Yarman thought for a moment, paused, and then nodded helplessly. “It was indeed something I didn’t consider carefully. But what’s said is said, so we can only leave it at that for now. I’ll change the rules next time.”

"Sigh, whatever." Mostima shook her head helplessly. She gently rang the bell next to the table. After a series of crisp bell sounds, an unidentified creature dressed in a dark purple robe walked into the office, packed up all the lists, carried them out of the office, and closed the door behind it.

Watching the unidentified creature disappear silently, Yarman slowly turned to Mostima. "Is this your servant?"

“I suppose so. It was created using the world's essence that you gave me back then.” Mostima slowly raised her head, leaned back in her chair, and said with a smile, “Its strength is so-so, but it’s mainly because it’s smart and can help me handle a lot of things. It’s quite a good assistant to me.”

"Such a huge lump of the world's origin, and they only created this one?"

“Of course not, there are quite a few more, all working down there,” Mostima said casually. She had created a great many of these creatures, but only a few were here. Most were distributed across various nodes in the River of Time, monitoring the flow of time and assigning tasks to the Overseers.

She's not omnipotent; she only has one head and can't do too much work.

After finishing the last sip of his drink, Yarman hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember I gave 100 spots to the Doctor. I wonder how he is doing now."

Did you notify him?

“I told him about it as soon as I made the decision.” Yarman casually swirled his wine glass and said lightly, “He thought we were going to transfer people from Rhodes Island and he even made a fuss with me. Later, I told him to calm down and he should have figured it out by now.”

Mostima shook his head. "One hundred spots? You've given him a fortune!"

Yarman crossed his legs and said seriously, "I will not treat anyone who has helped Terra unfairly, nor will I let anyone who has harmed Terra go unpunished. This is his reward."

"Whatever you like, that's fine with me."

…………

Rhodes Island, inside the Doctor's office.

Sitting on the guest sofa, the Doctor looked at the Lateran Lord before him, slowly picked up the wine bottle, poured him a glass of wine, and then calmly asked, "What brings you here?"

"A wind from beyond this world," Lord Lateran stated bluntly. He raised his wine glass, looking at the Doctor, "Wutong, you should know about the Reincarnation Space, right? How many slots did His Majesty grant you?"

"Reincarnation Space? What's that? What new project have you guys come up with?" the doctor asked, feigning ignorance. He shook his head blankly, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

Looking at the Doctor across from him, who was feigning madness, the Lord of Laterano simply smiled calmly. He raised his wine glass and said elegantly, "Stop pretending. His Majesty has surely already told you. As Terra's mouthpiece and His Majesty's representative, how could you not know? Now, tell me, how much per person?"

Upon hearing this, the Doctor stopped pretending. If he continued, it wouldn't just be playing dumb, but a genuine charade. He sighed and asked seriously, "I want to know, how did you know I had a spot? Who told you? I didn't mention this on Rhodes Island."

Seeing the wary look on the Doctor's face, who thought there was a traitor in his ranks, Lord Laterano smiled leisurely and said calmly, "Don't worry, as long as it wasn't found out from Rhodes Island, that's fine. Now, how much?"

"...It's Remule, right?" The Doctor looked at the Lateran Lord, his words were a question, but his tone was extremely certain. Besides him, Kal'tsit, only Yarman and Mostima knew about this, and the first one to arrive was the Lateran Lord, so it must be Mostima!