A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Upon hearing this, Scranton's eyes flickered slightly, and then he sat down in his chair in silence. He had thought of many possibilities, but he didn't want to say them aloud.

Veronica remained silent and slacking off. The power behind her was strong enough that she didn't even consider the outcome; she was certain they could handle it.

Sitting in his chair, Lin Yi looked at the group of people, each with their own thoughts, and remained silent. He actually had some guesses, but he didn't really want to say them, and if he were to say them, he couldn't be the only one to say them.

Looking at everyone, Lin Yi suddenly said seriously, "Everyone, speak up if you have any guesses. We are now at a critical juncture of life and death. We must work together to overcome this difficulty!"

"Let me speak first. I suspect they obtained some floating objects from the Void Sea."

Upon hearing his words, Scranton immediately chimed in, "That's what I was thinking too. There are countless floating objects in the Void Sea, and they have so many worlds, maybe they'll just run into each other?"

"..."×2

After glancing at the two who were working together, Yarman shook his head and said calmly, "I do suspect that they may have received support from other organizations in the Void Sea, otherwise they could not have progressed so quickly."

"Other organizations?" ×4

"You don't really think that our chat group is the only organization in this vast Void Sea, do you?" Yarman looked up and said helplessly as he listened to the surprised replies from the crowd. Who gave them the confidence to think that the chat group was unique in the Void Sea?

He continued, "Some time ago I encountered another organization called Reincarnation Space. It is a predatory organization that selects people from various worlds to form teams to disrupt other worlds in order to achieve the goal of conquest. Their methods are extremely cruel and bloody."

"And then? How did you know?"

"Nonsense, the Samsara Space has reached into my world! What else can it do?" Yarman looked at Lin Yi, who was full of curiosity, and said impatiently. He had already said that this was a pro-war organization. What else could he have encountered this thing if the other side had sent people to spy on him?

"And then what?"

"In the end? In the end, I slaughtered all those reincarnators, and incidentally destroyed one of their worlds, killing a bunch of reincarnators along the way," Yarman said casually. Of course, he couldn't tell them that he had become the other side's sponsored world.

Hearing this, Lin Yi leaned back in his chair in disappointment. "Oh, I was thinking of capturing a few alive and then going to check out that organization!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's think about taking down that alliance! It's such a headache!"

Chapter 256: If you can't figure it out, you'll just have to inherit the family business.

"The alliance problem is easy to solve. If we join forces and make slight adjustments to prices and transportation, we can quickly throw them into chaos. The key question is what exactly they got!" Dumbledore said casually, as this kind of business was second nature to them.

Scranton sat in his chair with his arms crossed. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about we each send someone to form a new team and go scout it out?"

"Then run into those worlds, get discovered, and get killed? There's no point in doing that." Lin Yi immediately retorted. He had already lost three Earth Immortals there and gained nothing except a piece of information, which made him extremely annoyed.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman straightened up. "Why do we have to investigate secretly? Can't we investigate openly? For example, we recently discovered that other organizations are attacking the chat group members' worlds, and the committee will send a group of powerful individuals to be stationed in various worlds to assist in the defense."

Then we'll send our assembled team over there, stationed directly at... Lin Yi, in which world did your men die again? Never mind, just send them over and inspect! A thorough inspection! If they don't find anything, keep inspecting, maintain a long-term presence! I refuse to believe they won't slip up!"

Upon hearing this idea, everyone's eyes lit up. Indeed, it was a good idea. They could just say that an enemy had invaded the chat group world, and then send troops to inspect it. After two or three rounds of inspections, they wouldn't believe that the enemy could withstand it. They could also respond to the accusations of inaction.

They certainly didn't stand idly by. When foreign enemies were about to invade, they immediately dispatched a large number of powerful individuals to guard various worlds and help them resist the invaders!

Looking at the group that had started discussing, Yarman shook his head slightly, and then began to calculate how much money he would have to spend this time. If the world of that alliance was simply progressing rapidly, that would be fine; they could just bring the people back and be done with it. But if they were really colluding with other organizations and trying to overthrow the chat group...

That would be troublesome for them. Once the war horn sounds, the trading points will be overflowing like a waterfall. If the war gets intense, it wouldn't be surprising if a trillion trading points' worth of supplies were destroyed in a single day.

Sitting in his chair, thinking about what might happen next, Yarman sighed. It seemed that Terra's development would have to be paused for a while. All the major development projects that were about to be launched would have to be stopped, various resources would have to be accumulated, and military projects would have to be started.

"They're really spending money like water!" Yalman sighed. He looked at everyone, slowly stood up, and said, "Gentlemen, the meeting is over. I'll go back and prepare my manpower. Just let me know if you need my help. Farewell!" With that, he tore open a portal and left.

Watching Yarman leave, the group exchanged glances. They understood his concerns, but they didn't believe that the seemingly powerful alliance could shake their world. Even if war were to break out, it would be as easy as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, wiping them out completely.

What should be of greater concern is how to preserve strength during the war so that, at the spoils distribution conference after the war, one can rely on one's own strength to obtain more benefits.

Seeing him leave, Lin Yi said somewhat boredly, "Why leave so soon? It's just a bunch of small worlds piled up together. Except for the few in the center, they're utterly vulnerable."

“Yarman is just being overly cautious,” Dumbledore said, defending him. He stood up, leaning on his cane, and smiled at the group, saying, “You’ve all traveled a long way to my magical world, and I haven’t even had a chance to show you the proper hospitality!”

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and followed Dumbledore to the dinner party.

…………

Upon returning to Terra, Yarman immediately sought out Vegapunk. He interrupted Vegapunk's ongoing project and, seeing his puzzled expression, said, "Stop all current research projects. Take out the projects stored on the hidden disk and let's begin our research cleanly."

"Hidden disk? Is it time for war?" Vegapunk thought for a moment and asked seriously.

Originally, they were working on both military and development projects simultaneously. However, after the contract channel opened, the market in the chat group became more active, the situation stabilized, and they had more money, they judged that the war was somewhat over, so they temporarily stopped the military projects and focused all their efforts on the development projects.

Those military-related projects that were halfway through were all placed in a hidden drive, to be used in the future.

Hearing Vegapunk's question, Yarman sighed, "There is a certain... or rather, a very high probability, and if a war is to break out, it is destined to be a great war, the kind that will sink many worlds!"

“Given Terra’s size, there shouldn’t be many worlds that can sink it now, right?” Vegapunk said, looking at him.

“Yes, Terra is indeed quite large.” Yarman shook his head and leaned back on the table. “But you have to understand that shells are always fired at the most conspicuous targets. Once the war starts, Terra will definitely be the one targeted by concentrated fire. Maybe we will be the first world to sink.”

"..." Vegapunk remained silent. He walked to the lab bench, opened the long-forgotten hidden disk, and looked at the mountain of projects piled up inside. "Where do we start?"

“Let’s start with this!” Yarman slowly pointed to a project, “Internal Anomalous Entity Removal System!”

After determining the research topic, he did not stop, but immediately summoned Laurentina.

"How many potential, loyal warriors can you find right now?" Yarman interrupted her before she could speak, asking, "How long will it take to gather them all?"

"Well... if we're talking about absolute loyalty, there should be over a hundred, right?" Laurentina thought for a long time before giving a number—the number of people she had confirmed were absolutely reliable. "If you need them, I can bring them over immediately! However, their abilities may vary."

“Strength isn’t important; loyalty is.” Yarman nodded, looking at Laurentina. “I’m giving you a difficult task: within three days, train a group of top-tier fighters who are absolutely loyal to the world!”

"...? That's impossible."

"As for the time issue, go to Mostima and ask her to make an exception for you. You can use any books in the library, and take any materials you need directly from the Divine Court's warehouse!" Yalman's attitude was very firm.

"May I ask what happened?"

“We might be going to war. We need a group of scouts to gather information for us.” Yarman took a document from his pocket and placed it in her hand. “Burn it after you’ve read it.”

Laurentina took the document, nodded seriously, and then left with it.

Watching Laurentina leave, Yarman sighed. Terra's affairs were settled. Next, he might have to go to the Cthulhu world. He had been stuck at the level of an Old One, pondering his own path for too long. War was coming soon, and there was no time for him to dawdle!

"Alas, it's time to become an Outer God! If I can't figure it out in the next few days, I'll have no choice but to inherit my mother's path." Yarman tore open space and headed to Canaan, where Mostima was already waiting for him.

Chapter 257: Worried that they'll come back and ask for more spots?

"Why did you call me over so urgently? Tell me, what happened this time?" Mostima sat on the sofa, looking at the worried Ya'erman, and asked with a smile.

"War is about to break out," Yarman said solemnly.

"Which world are you going to conquer this time?" Mostima asked nonchalantly. After all these years, she was used to it. So what if she was just annexing other worlds? How many world plates had Terra annexed? And the number of law proportion diagrams it had seized was countless.

“No, it’s a war between the chat group and other organizations!” Yarman remained serious as he looked at Mostima, earnestly trying to dissuade her from her overly optimistic mindset. “We now suspect that the chat group has been infiltrated by the other side, and that alliance is their puppet army!”

“…Other organizations? Like the Reincarnation Space?” Mostima also became serious. She looked at Yarman and asked earnestly, “Have you confirmed that they have infiltrated the chat group and formed an allied force?”

“We have this suspicion, but it’s not confirmed yet. We’re planning to form a joint team to go and check it out.” Yarman laid out his plan and said to her seriously, “Laurentina will be coming to find you with some people in a little while. You’ll help them create a separate little world with a slower time flow.”

“I understand.” Mostima nodded. This was easy for her, though she had almost never done it before, but that was because she couldn’t break the rules, especially the rules they had established. “I’ll create a small space for them within the river of time?”

“That works too. I’m thinking of using one of the world layers as their training base,” Yarman said seriously. He had already chosen a location: a world layer located on the edge of the Dream Realm and the real world, connected to both but not adjacent to either, belonging to the middle zone.

The surrounding area was a bit chaotic, but it was well-hidden and easily accessible. Any supplies needed could be transported there immediately, no matter where the warehouse was.

“However, there is a problem. They have no experience in actual combat. Aren’t you afraid that they will cause problems when they are sent out?” Mostima asked Yarman seriously. The performance on the training field is only weakly correlated with the performance in actual combat. Many people are fine in normal times, but they can’t even walk on the battlefield.

If you end up creating a few bullies in the aquarium, and then release them back into the ocean where they have to cause trouble on their own, they'll become spineless, which would be quite embarrassing.

When the topic came up, Yarman sat on the sofa and thought for a moment, then nodded seriously. "You're right, we need to find a way to let them participate in some real combat! Where to go... Oh right, I'm still a sponsor of the Reincarnation Space, so why not just ask them for a temporary position!"

"Is it possible to get it?"

"It should be possible, they have so many world resources over there... If all else fails, I'll pay more money and have them create a special environment for us to conduct live-fire training!"

"How much would it cost to use an entire world as a training ground for real combat training?"

"No matter how much it costs, we have to do it!" Yarman's attitude was very firm. He said firmly, "We've already spent so many resources on them. If we try to save a little money and turn them into aquarium bullies, then we'll really lose everything, and the mission will be put on the defensive."

Sitting in his chair, Mostima nodded in agreement. “That’s certainly how it should be. If you’re going to do something, do it properly. Otherwise, you’ll end up with something that’s only half-baked, neither good nor bad, which would be a waste.”

“Alright, let’s leave it at that!” Yarman patted his leg and stood up from the sofa. “You take a look for me, I’ll go talk to the Doctor about this, and then I’ll go to the Reincarnation Space.”

“Okay, you go ahead, I’ll keep an eye on things.” Mostima nodded and stood up as well.

The two simultaneously tore open a spatial rift and disappeared into thin air, plunging the Canaan Tower into silence once again.

…………

Rhode Island, Doctor's office.

A portal suddenly appeared in the air. The Doctor and Kal'tsit, who were sitting in the office, looked at the portal at the same time. They thought that the result of the battle between the two had come out and the winner had come to buy the spot. This made things a little difficult for them, since the spot had already been sold to other gods who came.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Yarman walked out of the portal and asked the two people staring at him with some confusion. They weren't like this before.

Upon seeing that it was Yalman who came out, the two breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't those two, it was fine. They really didn't know how to explain this matter, since the other party's things were already left there.

"What's wrong with you all? Why are you so worried about me coming here?"

"No, it's just the reincarnation slot you gave me." The Doctor shook his head easily. "That guy from Laterano came to buy a slot from me, but he was stopped by that guy from Iberia. The two of them went to fight in the Dream Realm and haven't returned yet, but my slot has already been sold, so..."

“Then you don’t need to wait anymore, they’re not coming back.” Yarman looked at the two surprised people and said calmly, “The two of them caused chaos in the Dream Realm, resulting in the collapse of a world layer. They are currently reflecting on their actions in their own little world and probably won’t be able to come out for at least ten years.”

"..."×2

The two looked at each other in disbelief, not expecting those two to go so far as to shatter a layer of the world in the Dream Realm. Fortunately, the fight didn't take place in the real world. If they had shattered a planet in the real world, Yarman would probably have gone mad, and those two would probably no longer exist.

Ignoring the two shocked individuals, Yarman said directly, "I've come here to tell you something: our world will likely be at war soon, so you should prepare accordingly."

"...Is it time to conquer other worlds again?"

"No, it's really going to war with other organizations!" Yarman explained helplessly. Why is it that when everyone hears about going to war with other worlds, all they think about is annexing other worlds? Can't they think about anything else!

Upon hearing this, the doctor was greatly alarmed. He stood up abruptly and looked at Yarman, asking, "Is it that alliance? Have they really become a force to be reckoned with? Are they going to challenge us to a duel and start a war?"

Hearing the doctor's words, Yarman paused for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. "The Alliance has indeed become a force to be reckoned with, but their situation is still uncertain. I'm here to give you a heads-up. Rhodes Island's strength needs to be improved. You have a very important mission if war breaks out!"

"Alright, that's enough for now. Here, take this." Yarman tossed a document in front of the doctor, watching him frantically catch it. "The information is all in here. Take a good look at it yourself. I'm leaving now."

What are you in such a hurry to do?

"Go and develop some necessary engineering projects, lest the world be sunk!"

Chapter 258: Advancing to Outer God

World barriers, transit stations at the world level.

Looking at the elites of various races gathered behind her, whispering amongst themselves, Laurentina sighed. As the only divine messenger of Yarman, she had quite a lot of work to do. She needed to worry about delivering the reincarnators, training the spies, and managing the statistics of various life forms in Terra...

"Wasn't the World Barrier already open? Why haven't we arrived yet?" Laurentina stood at the entrance of the building, looking at the World Barrier not far away, and asked with some doubt. This time, no one stopped them, and the time had come, so why hadn't they arrived yet? Had something happened on the way?

Just as she was wondering, the barrier between worlds suddenly cracked open, and a beam of divine light that reached the heavens and the earth absorbed all the newcomers behind her, taking them all away in the blink of an eye.

"...That's quite a method!" Laurentina exclaimed as she watched the group of newcomers being taken away in an instant. The Samsara Space organization is indeed quite capable!

Suddenly, a figure appeared not far in front of her. Looking at Laurentina, he gently removed his hood, revealing a face covered by a pure black mask. "Ms. Laurentina, thank you very much for coming to transport this group of newlyweds." As he spoke, he handed her a receipt.

Laurentina casually took the receipt, looked at the masked man in front of her, frowned slightly, and asked, "They went and immediately arranged the next tasks? You're not going to use them to fill the trenches, are you?"

“Of course not, Ms. Laurentina!” The masked man chuckled jokingly, then said seriously, “They are all under Lord Muller’s command, so naturally we must make the best use of their talents and resources. These people will be the reserve talents of my Reincarnation Space, the future elite!”

After staring at her for a long time, Laurentina nodded. "Okay, that's settled then! See you next year."

"See you next year, Ms. Laurentina." The masked man smiled and nodded, then another beam of divine light swept over him, enveloping him before he vanished into thin air along with it.

…………

Canaan, the top of the tower.

Gazing at the starry sky above, Yarman pondered. He had already obtained the methods to become an Outer God from the Great Mother Goddess. There were three: either he figured out his own path, or he absorbed the Dao of other Outer Gods to forcibly elevate himself to Outer Godhood, and the last one…

They are born as outward gods, inherently possessing their own direction.

The Great Mother Goddess has explained the first two methods clearly. If he wants to take the first one, she can't help him. At most, she can send him to the core of the Cthulhu world to think and learn. If he wants to take the second one, she also has many powerful Outer God paths at her disposal, which he can choose to absorb at will.

"Alas, where is my path, where is my direction?" Yarman asked himself, somewhat lost. He suddenly realized that he couldn't even explain what path he wanted to take. He wanted to protect Terra, he wanted Terra to become a great world like the Cthulhu universe, and he wanted everyone on Terra to live well...

He also hoped to be with Mostima forever, that Terra would always be alright and no one would invade it, that he could visit many other worlds, and that he could drink endlessly…

After thinking for a long time, Yarman looked at the night sky and kept muttering to himself. His voice gradually changed from the initial Letanian language to a strange language, and his voice became more and more hoarse and unpleasant.

“Yarman, you’ve been here all day, what are you doing…” Mostima pushed open the door, casually walked into the room, and was then stunned by the scene before him.

A twisted humanoid creature stood in place, its tentacles waving incessantly in the air, stirring up the surrounding spacetime, and even the originally orderly laws were distorted into a ball of yarn.

But this didn't frighten her. She had seen countless bizarre scenes, so this was nothing. What surprised her was that this was Yarman, an ancient being who was almost a god. To be honest, this sight was a bit too small for him.

After standing there for a long time, Mostima slowly turned around and gently closed the door. She could sense that Yarman was undergoing some kind of terrible transformation, and she couldn't disturb him here.

"Should we set up a barrier...? Never mind, those messy spacetime and laws are the best barrier." Mostima shook his head after thinking for a moment, then turned and left the tower.

Unaware of Mostima's silent arrival and departure, Yarman continued muttering, his voice growing louder and louder. Fortunately, the chaotic spacetime and laws absorbed all his voice; otherwise, there would probably be no one left alive in Canaan except Mostima.

As the singing grew louder, Yarman began to move unconsciously, first waving his hands slightly, then moving around, and finally starting to dance.