A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Mostima is the most likely to leak the information, after all, Remuel is her sister in spirit. If she just goes to Canaan and asks, grabs her hand and begs, the information will come out.

Looking at the Lateran Lord opposite him, whose brow twitched slightly, the Doctor said with a hint of disdain, "You are truly despicable, actually using their feelings to obtain this information. Aren't you afraid of being discovered? If that person investigates, even your Emperor won't be able to stop them!"

Lord Lateran remained relaxed, saying calmly, "What did I do? I only helped Xiao Le meet her sister. As for the information issue, I only found out because Xiao Le herself was willing to tell me. What did I do wrong? Nothing at all."

After staring at the white-robed deity opposite him for a long time, the doctor shook his head helplessly and said calmly, "I have one hundred spots. How much are you willing to pay?"

Pulling a checkbook from his robes, Lord Lateran casually tossed it in front of the Doctor. “This has a hundred pages, all of which I have signed. You can fill them out as you like, and then cash them at the Lateran Divine Court in the Dreamland.”

The doctor slowly reached out to grab the checkbook, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grab it; it was just a phantom. He suddenly raised his head and looked angrily at Lord Lateran, only to see that he too looked surprised.

"Please be patient, Mr. Wutong."

A voice came from the air beside them, and before their eyes, a deity dressed in a black Iberian traditional robe and wearing a large round hat emerged from the air and came before them.

Standing on the ground, he first straightened his clothes, then smiled at the doctor, "If possible, I would also like to purchase the spot you have, you..."

"Don't you know the principle of first come, first served, you barbarian!"

"As far as I remember, this should be an auction system, right?" The Holy Lord of Iberia gave him a provocative look, then pointed to the checkbook in front of him. "Besides, Mr. Wutong hasn't even received the bid yet, has he?"

"You've falsified my checkbook! You despicable person! You've maliciously sabotaged the deal!"

“You’re right, I did indeed obfuscate your checkbook, but… so what?” The Holy Lord of Iberia’s tone carried a provocative undertone. “The deal wasn’t done anyway!”

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Lateran could no longer restrain himself. He slammed his wine cup onto the table, and with a wave of his sleeve, the surrounding space instantly transformed into a dreamlike realm. "Today I will grind you, this Iberian thief, to dust!"

"You can try! Lateran Corpse! With me here, you won't get ahead!"

Chapter 253: The Collapsed Dream World Layer

"Alright, the results are in. All 2900 names are listed here." Mostima casually placed a document on the table. "Now we only need the Doctor's."

"Sigh, I wonder how he is doing there... [Laetanian profanity]! Who's fighting?" Yarman was startled, then suddenly stood up and looked towards the source of the tremor. They weren't in the Dream Realm anymore; they were at the edge of time and space in the Terra world! The fluctuations could actually reach this far!

Mostima sat in her chair, paused for a moment, and then looked at Yarman. "No need to look anymore. It's Iberia and Lateran. The reason is that they're competing for the one hundred spots the Doctor has."

“…I see. How did they know? Did the Doctor already spread the word?” Yarman murmured in confusion. If he had spread the word, why hadn’t he noticed?

Upon hearing this, Mostima touched her nose somewhat awkwardly and casually said, "If I'm not mistaken, I should be the one who spread this news."

"……what?!"

“Xiao Le came to see me a few days ago, and then I told everyone about it.” Mostima looked at Yarman and said hesitantly, “Well, that’s how it is.”

After listening to her words, Yarman pondered for a moment and finally nodded. This matter should have been done by Lateran. He sent Remule to visit Mostima. The two hadn't seen each other for so long, so they would definitely talk about everything. Then, when Remule returned, he would talk to her about this matter, and that would be how he got the information.

Seeing Mostima's hesitation, Yarman smiled and said casually, "It doesn't matter. It's going to leak out sooner or later anyway. Let it be. It doesn't matter."

“So what do we do now?” Mostima looked at Yarman and asked seriously, “Are we just going to let them fight randomly there? They’re making a mess of the entire Dreamland.”

Upon hearing this, Yarman waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly, "As long as they don't shatter the world layers inside the Dream Realm, they can fight however they want. It won't take long anyway." If they start fighting like this, everyone will know that the Doctor still has a spot available.

Then it won't be just the two of them competing, but a whole bunch of gods from the Divine Court bidding together. They're dreaming if they think they can just easily get the spot!

"Forget about them." Yarman shook his head helplessly, then sat back down on the sofa, rubbing his head and sighing, "Sigh, my hair loss has gotten pretty bad lately!"

"What's wrong?" Mostima asked casually, sitting in his chair.

Yarman shook his head helplessly, his voice filled with frustration. "Didn't we set up that contract channel gate and the contract channel material transmission rules before? Sigh, I don't know what's wrong with us lately, but some strange problems keep popping up, and then I have to keep dealing with them."

"Sigh, sometimes I really don't understand. It's such a stable product, we've tested it for so long, and yet it still has so many problems. How do those people use our stuff? I'm so frustrated! Every time a problem occurs, I have to figure out a solution. I'm just speechless."

Seeing Yarman clutching his forehead, Mostima got up, walked over to him, sat down with a smile, pulled him into her arms, and said gently, "Alright, stop complaining. After all, this is what you caused. They can only ask you if there are any problems. Besides, they paid you, didn't they?"

"I'd rather not make that money. Ugh, it's so annoying." Yarman sighed helplessly, rubbing his temples. "To be honest, sometimes the problems that arise are things I don't know how to solve! I have no idea, but they're urgent, so I can only work my butt off with Vegapunk!"

"After doing this several times, my hair started falling out like snowflakes. It was so tiring. I kept thinking and thinking non-stop."

Leaning against Mostima, Yarman was about to speak when another violent shockwave struck, causing the two to shudder and exchange a glance.

"What's going on?" Yarman slowly broke free from her embrace, stood up, and his vast perception instantly extended from the end of time, covering the entire Dream Realm. He quickly found two individuals that shone like stars, colliding wildly and constantly spewing out large amounts of energy.

Beneath the two colliding stars lies a fragmented and shattered world layer, where countless creatures perished in the catastrophe. As the two battle continues, the cracked world layer is constantly disintegrating, turning into small world islands that fly in all directions.

"...?!" ×2

The two exchanged a glance, and Yarman immediately tore open a spatial portal in the air, leaping to the spot where the two were fighting. Seeing the two still fighting wildly, he did not hesitate.

"You two, don't think that the Dream Realm is a place you can destroy at will!" A huge tentacle instantly extended from behind Yarman, whipping the two of them away from the Dream Realm and sending them crashing into the distant world barrier of the real world, where they were stuck to the barrier like paintings.

Ignoring the crowd of onlookers who were too frightened to utter a sound or move, Yarman immediately gathered the shattered world layers back together, pulled back the scattered fragments, pieced them back together, and glued them back together with the world's origin.

"Half an hour wasted 30 billion of my world's essence points..." Yarman looked at the repaired world layer, his face grim as he did some calculations. He realized that a large sum of money had been lost all at once, and he was immediately enraged. He glanced at the gods around him who were enjoying the show.

"Emergency meeting, starting in two hours. All members must attend!" Yarman said, then turned and left. The remaining gods looked at each other, then flew one by one toward the Emperor of Life.

On the other side, Yarman rushed towards the two paintings, furious and ready to teach them a lesson. After all, the two of them would definitely have to pay for the repairs and also be fined!

"By the way, could we use this as an excuse to set some rules for them and restrict their authority within the Dream Realm?" Talman thought as he flew, suddenly realizing that this was feasible, but more importantly, he wanted to give the two of them a good beating!

Instantly arriving before the world barrier, Yarman coldly stared at the two gods embedded within it, extending two tentacles to pull them before him. Suppressing his anger, he demanded, "Why are you fighting above the world layer? Don't you know you're destroying it?"

"..."×2

Seeing the two silent men, Yarman showed no mercy and threw them back into the crevice. "You two stay here and wait for the decision on how to deal with you!"

After saying that, he left amidst the despair in their eyes.

Chapter 11: Hogwarts on Winter Break in November

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at the gods below, who sat with their heads bowed and silent like quails, and said coldly, "World Layer 583 has been destroyed. Does anyone have anything to say?"

"..."×n

Sitting below, the gods remained silent, not even daring to raise their heads. If asked what they wanted to say, what could they possibly want to say? Could it be that the two men possessed extraordinary martial prowess and unparalleled strength, easily shattering a world layer with a mere fight? With two such powerful ministers, Your Majesty has truly struck gold.

After saying that, I guess they're going to be finished too.

Seeing that the gods below remained silent, Yarman simply sat on the platform, coldly watching them. The atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly oppressive and heavy, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Finally, someone in the audience suddenly raised his head and said earnestly to Yarman, "Your Majesty, good afternoon."

"..."

"Your Majesty, good afternoon!"

The gods seemed to awaken from a dream, finally finding a phrase they could utter without error. They immediately greeted Yarman in unison, and the cacophony of greetings in the hall made his face even more grim.

"I am not good at all!" Yarman shouted angrily at the gods below. Instantly, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone fell silent again.

Looking at the silent gods below, Yarman took a deep breath and calmly said, "I told you all a long time ago not to mess around in the Dream Realm, not to abuse the Dream Realm, and even more so not to destroy the world layer or planets. Now it seems that you didn't listen to a word I said."

"..."×n

The hall fell silent once again. Just as Yarman was about to curse at the silent gods below the stage, he was interrupted by a message that suddenly appeared in the chat group.

'Linard has obtained information about the Rebellion Alliance, and all members of the management committee will arrive at Hogwarts within three hours to discuss countermeasures.'

After carefully reading the message sent by Lin Yi, Yarman slowly looked at the gods below the stage and coldly announced: "From today onwards, the gods shall not abuse the energy of the Dream Realm, nor shall they wantonly destroy the Dream Realm. As for those two guys... they shall not leave their own small worlds for the next thirty years!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a terrifying spatial tide instantly swept across the entire venue, engulfing all the terrified gods and forcibly sending them away from the Emperor of Life.

"Sigh, the meeting is the priority, let's ignore these bastards." Yarman looked at the empty meeting room, sighed, and then walked towards his dressing room on the starship.

…………

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Why is Hogwarts always on holiday every time I come here?" Yarman walked out of the portal, looking at the empty surroundings, and said with some puzzlement. It was one thing to come for the succession ceremony last time, but it's the same this time for the meeting. Does Hogwarts not offer classes anymore?

"It's just a holiday, students are on winter break."

"Winter break? It's only November now!" Yarman turned his head and looked at the thin old man standing not far away. He said strangely, "Is your schoolwork so easy here? You have a break in November and school doesn't start until March. A winter break is five months long. It's been half a year already!"

"If you take half a year off last year, why bother with full-time programs? You might as well switch to correspondence courses!"

Dumbledore, leaning on his cane, slowly walked to Yarman's side and said calmly as he walked, "You can't say that. What used to take a semester is now covered in two months. The child is indeed smarter after the world advancement, but the teacher is still as lazy as ever. He doesn't want to teach anymore after he's finished teaching."

"Have you considered selecting a new batch of teachers?" Yarman asked, looking at him as he walked beside him.

Dumbledore sighed and nodded somewhat helplessly. "Yes, there is, but it will take eight years. Once a new batch of teachers has been trained, we can start a fresh start."

He was actually quite helpless in the face of this problem. Teachers are not potatoes that can be grown overnight. This is a technical job that requires slow training. It also requires ensuring that teachers have the right ideology, good character, and patience. In addition, the company has expanded its operations, making it really difficult to completely upgrade the quality of teachers.

As he spoke, he looked at Yarman beside him and gently nudged him, "Old Muller, how are the teachers in Terra? If possible, I'd like to bring in a group of talented teachers to teach in the magical world."

"My teachers are just so-so. The key is that we use Originium magic, not pure magic, which doesn't suit your system." Yarman shrugged, indicating that he was helpless.

Just then, a voice came from the side, "Have you considered rewriting the textbook for this problem?"

The two looked to the side and saw Scranton, dressed in a charcoal gray suit, walk up to Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore and asked, "How are your teaching materials here? Can the students understand them?"

"I can't understand this simple question."

"Then why don't you write a textbook that students can understand?" Scranton said seriously, "A textbook with detailed case studies, clear steps, and so simple that students can understand it even by self-study, so that students can learn on their own and the teacher only plays a supporting role and not a teaching role, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Upon hearing his suggestion, Dumbledore fell into deep thought. Since the quality of teachers was questionable, he decided to abandon the idea of ​​teachers providing instruction and instead develop teaching materials that could be understood by self-study, with teachers playing only a supporting and disciplinary role.

As for whether some children will stop studying because of this, he is not worried. Those who don't want to study will not study even if they have a teacher, and those who want to study will study on their own even without a teacher. He doesn't expect everyone to become successful. He just wants one out of a hundred to become a great wizard. The rest can become magic industry workers.

If we've developed student textbooks, what about adult textbooks? To give more people the opportunity to become skilled workers, promote the prosperity of the magic industry, and strengthen the world's foundation...

Thinking this, Dumbledore nodded seriously. He looked at Scranton beside him, "Your method is quite good, thank you." Then he looked at Yarman, "You really don't have any pure magic practitioners where you are?"

Seeing that Dumbledore was still not giving up, Yarman had no choice but to reveal the truth: "In the whole world, the strongest is only as strong as Harry. The rest are basically self-taught, without a system, and their strength is weak."

"Sigh, alright." Dumbledore sighed. It seemed he would have no choice but to post recruitment notices in the chat group. There were still quite a few small worlds that followed the pure magic path. As long as the world's essence was given enough, there would always be some clueless world administrators who would sell their world's talents.

Rewriting the textbook is indeed a good idea, but who knows if it can achieve the expected results? Moreover, a two-pronged approach is the key; focusing on only one aspect will not get you far.

However, talent is always a scarce and sought-after commodity, no matter the time.

Dumbledore suddenly had a wicked idea. He wanted to try to create a talent market and use a huge amount of world essence to tempt the administrators of those small worlds to sell their talents.

In this way, wouldn't these advantageous worlds have a continuous and stable supply of talent?

Chapter 255: The Discussion That Went Astray

Following Dumbledore into the meeting room, Yarman looked at the empty room and asked, "Where are Veronica and Lin Yi? Haven't they arrived yet? Lin Yi was the one who said we needed to have a meeting."

Dumbledore sat down at the conference table and said leisurely, "It's still early before the meeting starts, so there's no rush. Anyway, we can't wipe them out anytime soon, and they can't just take off overnight."

"Ugh!"

Hearing this, Yarman sighed helplessly. These old guys from his generation had become increasingly indifferent since they retired. They could say that such a big matter was not urgent. If this wasn't urgent, then what was? Did they really have to wait for them to form another committee?

When it really comes to that, it's not a question of whether we're in a hurry or not; it's a question of whether we can still eat this dish!

Unfortunately, it's no use for him to worry about this alone. Terra is strong, but it can't withstand the combined resistance of hundreds of worlds. So many worlds combined can wear him down!

With his arms crossed, Yarman sighed again. He sat in his chair without saying a word, waiting for the two to arrive while he began to look through the information about the minor leagues from this period of time.

"What exactly is their purpose?" Yarman muttered in bewilderment. He simply couldn't understand their actions; they were too strange. "Could it be that they just want more profits? But that doesn't seem like it. They haven't challenged us. Are they amassing troops? Are they trying to overturn the table?"

As Yarman reviewed the various documents, he found it increasingly strange. This group of people was simply... speechless. On the one hand, they were constantly trying to strengthen their relationship with the committee, purchasing goods from various worlds under the committee's control, and continuously befriending their subordinate worlds, acting as if they were determined to become their sycophants.

On the other hand, they kept writing letters and sending emails to the committee's mailbox, demanding more benefits, even asking them to issue small world subsidies, allocate 50 quadrillion trading points annually, open up various technologies, provide free technology transfer, and send expert teams for one-on-one guidance.

On the other hand, they are constantly accumulating strength, and it is understandable that they are accumulating strength in a dispersed manner. What is incomprehensible is that they do not form any military alliances at all, and even wage war among themselves within the alliances. With one side increasing and the other decreasing, their military strength has actually decreased instead of increasing, which has also seriously affected their economy.

“I don’t know, but I heard that Lin Yi obtained some information, something very important,” Scranton said, sitting in his chair. He hadn’t been paying attention to this matter recently; his main focus was on the contract channel and trade, through which his power had increased considerably.

"Just a little news, how big of a tidbit?" Dumbledore asked suddenly after a long silence.

"Who knows?"

After saying that, the three of them sat in the conference room in silence. After about an hour, Lin Yi and Veronica finally arrived. Veronica was fine, but Lin Yi looked rather grim.

Looking at Lin Yi, who was acting as if everyone owed him money, Yalman teased, "Didn't the tree harvest go well this year?"

"I sent three Earth Immortals to that alliance to gather information, and all their longevity lamps went out." Lin Yi sat in his chair as usual, looking at the curious crowd and said softly, "They had just touched the edge of those so-called planetary-level worlds when they were wiped out by an attack from who-knows-where."

"..."×4

The four of them looked up in shock and stared at Lin Yi. They were familiar with the extraordinary system in his world. Earth Immortals were equivalent to a low-level version of the Great Old Ones. How could such a powerful being have perished in that alliance!

Ignoring the shocked crowd, Lin Yi continued, "The last message they sent back was that they discovered a strange power on the barriers of those worlds. After comparing it with all known power systems, they determined that it was a power system that had never appeared in the chat group before."

"Then, they fell completely silent, and all the longevity lamps went out."

"..."×4

Sitting in his chair, Yarman raised an eyebrow slightly. This power was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Could it be from another organization within the Void Sea? Like the Cycle Space? If so, that would be a disaster!

The chat group was actually hacked by another organization, which even created this little alliance. It's an utter disgrace, but of course, huge profits followed.

"A power that has never appeared before. Could it be that they also encountered other worlds in the Void Sea and then swallowed them up?" Dumbledore speculated hesitantly. After all, they had experience with this. With a bit of luck, they could indeed encounter other unknown worlds in the Void Sea.