A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Yarman kept dancing and singing, and the essence within his body began to be squeezed out wildly, turning into pure energy that surged into his body, promoting his evolution. The Dao Lord's essence that he had eaten before, which had not yet been fully digested, also began to shrink rapidly, constantly releasing energy.

The path to becoming an Outer God is ultimately long, tortuous, and extremely energy-consuming. Even a powerful figure like Yarman cannot rely entirely on his own foundation to complete the advancement. As his foundation and Dao Lord essence completely disappeared, he began to devour his own limbs to sustain his continued advancement.

The tentacles that had been churning space and time began to wither and eventually disappeared into the air. Most of the tentacles that had filled the space had vanished, having been completely devoured by Yarman.

As the last tentacle was absorbed, Yarman slowly collapsed to the ground. He stopped singing and dancing, regaining his senses, his eyes filled with surprise and lingering fear.

"Ah... I almost died here." Yarman collapsed to the ground, muttering weakly. He had only been trying to figure out what he really wanted, but as he was reflecting, he started to lose control, and the ascension to Outer God suddenly began.

Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. This kind of thing, once started, has no chance to stop. It's either success or failure. Success means becoming an Outer God, while failure means certain death—utter death, the kind that no one can bring back to life!

Fortunately, his accumulated resources were far more abundant than those of ordinary elders. In addition, he burned all of them with the essence of an outer god-level expert, which barely allowed him to survive this major tribulation before his advancement.

With his hands braced against the ground, Yarman used all his strength to stand up, then staggered and opened the door. Although he had successfully advanced to Outer God, he was in terrible shape.

He desperately needs energy right now, lots and lots of energy.

Barely managing to leave the Law Zone that he had completely disrupted, Yarman slumped to the ground, his consciousness entering the chat group. Looking at the massive amount of transaction points in his account, he unhesitatingly converted them all into World Origin.

It absorbed all the world's essence into its body, like a black hole, frantically devouring all energy.

This terrifying energy reaction immediately attracted the attention of all the powerful beings in Terra!

Chapter 259: Are you leaking air?

Mostima was the first to arrive. Seeing Yarman leaning against the wall as if he had lost his back, she immediately wanted to run up and help him up, but Yarman stopped her.

"Don't come near me, get away, get away now!" Yarman shouted in a panic as Mostima ran up to him. His body was now a black hole; any object that came near him with enough energy density would be swallowed up. Mostima was exactly that!

He certainly didn't want to sacrifice his wife in the process of getting a promotion.

Hearing his shout, Mostima stopped in her tracks. Forcing herself to calm down, she looked at Yarman and asked earnestly, "How are you? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I...I'm alright!" Yarman continued to devour the world's essence he had exchanged. He forced a smile at her and said weakly, "Help me stop everyone who's running over. If you can, bring me some source stones. I just advanced to Outer God and I'm a bit malnourished right now."

"You've advanced to Outer God?" Mostima was surprised again. The scene she had just witnessed was actually the scene of advancing to Outer God. This was really beyond her expectations. She had thought that advancing to Outer God would be like becoming an immortal in the cultivation world, with all sorts of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and then being beaten half to death before becoming an immortal.

However... Yarman is also half-dead now. Although the two are completely different in terms of lighting effects, they have reached the same conclusion in the end, both leaving the experiencers half-dead.

"Okay, you wait here, I'll go get the Originium right away!" Mostima vanished instantly, setting up a spacetime barrier around him to prevent anyone else from touching Yarman.

Watching his body uncontrollably devour the spacetime barrier, Yarman shook his head with a wry smile. "Little Mo, you've really wasted your time. I need magical energy the most!"

Lying on the ground, Yarman frantically absorbed the world essence he had exchanged, but the depletion in his body was really frightening. He originally thought that he could make up for it by relying on the world essence, it was just a matter of how much he would spend. Spending more wouldn't matter, since Terra had plenty of money!

But now he's a little unsure. The speed at which it's being devoured is terrifying. In just ten minutes, he's already burned through five trillion trading points, and now he only feels a little stronger.

"In this state, will Originium work?" Yarman said hesitantly. He had absorbed so much world essence, and the result was only barely better. If it were Originium, he could buy a small world!

"Yalman, here's the Originium you wanted!" Mostima suddenly appeared in front of him. With a casual wave of her hand, a smooth spatial rift appeared in the air, from which a massive amount of Originium poured out!

Before Yarman could speak, he was buried alive by the bowl-sized Originium stones. But soon, a series of crackling explosions came from under the pile of Originium stones, which were disappearing rapidly.

Mostima, standing to the side, remained expressionless. Firstly, Terra's Originium reserves were quite astonishing, and secondly, she had already spoken with the Doctor. Terra would devote all its resources to helping Yarman replenish himself, even if it meant squeezing every last drop of resources from the worlds that had pledged allegiance to them!

"Thump, thump, thump~~!"

With a series of footsteps, the Doctor appeared inside the tower. Seeing that Yarman was buried in Originium with only his head sticking out, he instinctively wanted to go up and pull him out, but Mostima stopped him.

You can't go.

"Ok?"

“If you go there, he’ll eat you up.” Mostima pulled him back by his clothes, then pointed to the Originium crystal that was constantly dimming, cracking, shattering, and finally returning to Yarman’s body, “Just like those Originium crystals, he completely devoured them, leaving not even a trace.”

Looking at Yarman, who was devouring everything like a sponge absorbing seawater, not far away, the doctor shuddered. He said with some fear, "Will...we really be completely eaten up?"

“If you insist on proving it with your own death, you can try.” Mostima released her grip and said calmly, “Anyway, he ate my magical barrier.”

"...Let's forget about it." The Doctor gave an awkward laugh and took a few steps back. "I still need to keep myself useful, to dedicate my light and heat to Terra and to the boss!"

"..."×2

When Kal'tsit, who had just arrived, heard this, she couldn't help but shake her head. This was truly speechless. Someone who needed her help to complete even the most basic daily tasks was actually saying that she wanted to dedicate herself.

Three days later.

"Ah~~~! I'm finally alive!" Yalman slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the pile of Originium that had completely enveloped him, and slowly crawled out. "That was exhausting!"

“Yes, three days and Terra’s two years of savings were wiped out. What a struggle!” The Doctor sat to the side, holding a bill in his hand, and said leisurely as he calculated, “Decades of hard work, all gone in one night.”

“You can’t do accounting like that. Look at me.” Yarman sat down next to him and pointed to the ledger, saying, “Life is also an asset of the world. Look, we now have an Outer God-level life form. What a fortune that is! No matter how much money a world spends, it can’t acquire one.”

The doctor glanced at Yarman beside him and was immediately startled. He could hardly believe his eyes. The skinny, emaciated Felin in front of him was actually Yarman!

"You... you've gone too far with your weight loss." The doctor touched his skinny, bony hand, looking at the clearly visible veins and the thick yet thin bones with disbelief.

Yarman casually said, "This is the price. The price of advancing from the old branch level to the outer god level. Absorbing so much energy has only barely stabilized my strength, but the deficiencies in my body have not been fully replenished. This advancement was a bit hasty. I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

“You know what? You don’t look like a Ragdoll cat at all now, you look more like a monkey.”

"...Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you about this." Yarman straightened his loose-fitting clothes and staggered towards the door. "It's been so long, I have an appointment to keep!"

"Going to an appointment? Where to go to an appointment?" The doctor was taken aback and asked subconsciously.

"Going to the Reincarnation Space, huh? Ugh, what a headache!" Yarman leisurely walked out of the room and came to the lobby on the first floor. Looking at Mostima sitting on the sofa drinking, he asked, "How much did you drink?"

"You're awake... Are you leaking air?"

Hearing this, Yarman sighed and looked at Mostima, saying, "There's one more thing. I need to go to the Reincarnation Space. I won't be here for the next few days, so please keep an eye on things for me."

What are you going to the reincarnation space for?

"Issue a few tasks and ask the reincarnators to help take a look; maybe they'll find something?"

Chapter 260: The Essential Modification of Evolution

He slowly sat down in the chair, elegantly crossing one leg. He propped his head up and looked at Yarman opposite him, saying with considerable concern, "Mr. Yarman, are you sure you're really alright? You seem to be in rather poor condition! Look, your robe is dragging on the ground."

“It’s just a minor issue.” Yarman shook his head indifferently, then tugged at the robe that had slipped off his shoulder. “It’ll be fine in a while. Thank you for your concern.”

Seeing his indifference, Samsara nodded. "So, may I ask what brings you here this time?"

“It’s actually very simple. I need some reincarnators to help me check a few worlds.” Yarman said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket with the coordinates of several worlds written on it. “The world coordinates are on here. You can arrange for people to go and take a look. Write down how much world essence you need and give it to me.”

"Of course, sir!" Samsara took the note without even looking at it and put it in his pocket. He had done this kind of business many times before. His sponsored worlds all had this need to some extent, and those who could do this kind of thing were usually very generous, spending a large sum of money each time.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman adjusted his posture and casually instructed, "In these worlds, I suspect other organizations are behind them. When you send people to investigate, remember to be careful and go deep into the area to see if you can find any clues. Don't worry, you'll be well paid."

“Okay, sir!” Reincarnation nodded repeatedly, tapping the tablet with his right hand. After a while, he placed the tablet in front of Yarman and pointed to the content on it, saying, “Please take a look at this plan configuration. Are you satisfied? If not, we can change it.”

“Let me see!” Yarman took the tablet. “An elite Reincarnator squad, three lone wolves specializing in reconnaissance, cross-world real-time information transmission, one-to-one single-point information reception… Okay.” He glanced at it casually and handed the tablet to Reincarnation. “So, how much is the deposit?”

"This... let me see." Reincarnation calculated for a moment, then pushed the tablet in front of him. "5 million units of World Origin will suffice. You just need to click here, and someone will go to Terra to collect it."

"Okay, that's settled then." Yarman didn't want to say anything more and simply signed his real name on it. As for the unit, he roughly calculated that one unit was about one hundred trading points, which came to 50 billion. It was a bit expensive, but not unacceptable.

As he spoke, he slowly stood up. "That's settled then. I'll head back now. Please arrange this matter for me as soon as possible, and ideally, submit the report to me within this week, understand?"

“Yes, yes, sir.” Samsara was practically an automatic nodding machine, following behind Yarman and nodding incessantly, nodding no matter what he said.

Ignoring the nodding machine behind him, Yarman casually opened the spatial portal, turned around, and left the cycle of reincarnation.

Upon returning to Terra, Yarman suddenly realized that he was actually quite idle. Military projects were handled by Vegapunk, communication with the committee was taken care of by the Doctor, the stability of the Terra world was maintained with the help of the Divine Court, and even the sorting out of the laws was assisted by Mostima.

"So, I've become the most idle person in the whole world now?" Yarman said slowly as he sat on the sofa inside the tower, a mix of surprise and感慨.

Just as he finished speaking, Mostima suddenly appeared in front of him. "Are you bored?"

"Huh? Well... actually, I'm not exactly free..."

“It’s perfect that you’re free. The Doctor has been coming to me a lot lately, saying there’s something wrong with Terra. I went to talk to those guys, but they all said they were too busy. Since you’re free now, why don’t you go take a look?” Mostima said, taking a document from her pocket and tossing it to Yarman.

Watching Mostima turn and leave, Yarman glanced at the documents in his arms. "I've only just gotten back, and you're already making me work?" he said, opening the documents and beginning to read them.

After reading it, he looked up with some confusion. "Aren't these just the two groups of stowaways who landed in Terra before? What's there to be concerned about? In just two years, what can they possibly accomplish?"

"Such a small matter, and I have to handle it? What are they doing?" Yarman put away the documents with some dissatisfaction. They eat so much delicious food and drink all year round, but when it comes to work, they always say they are busy.

Despite his complaints, he didn't completely ignore it. He casually opened a portal and jumped directly to the doctor's office.

"I heard you've been asking Mostima for help lately." Yarman walked out of the portal carrying a file bag and casually tossed the file onto his desk. "What's the problem? Tell me."

"...Huh?" The Doctor was stunned when he saw Yarman coming. He originally thought that at most a Dream God or Laurentina would come, but he did not expect it to be Yarman.

After a moment of stunned silence, the doctor said in shock, "Why did you come here? Just for this?"

"Because I had a loose tongue and said I was free, I was assigned work." Yarman replied with a dark face, "Hurry up and tell me what it is, why are you in such a hurry?"

The Doctor looked at the document in front of him and organized his thoughts slightly. "It's actually quite simple. Recently, the Sargon branch of Rhodes Island discovered several creatures that don't belong to the Terra world. They..."

"Get to the point!" Yarman interrupted him, stating bluntly, "These are the people I let in."

"Ah?!" The Doctor was startled again. These people were actually let in by Yarman. "So you're the one who caused this mess... I mean, you're the one who threw them in... To put it simply, they were involved in the internal power struggle in the small town of Sargon with the Rhodes Island branch, and they discovered something..."

"What was discovered?"

"I wouldn't say I discovered it, I just stumbled upon it... I should say I had a little friction with their outside help, and it turns out they seem to be taking a rather unorthodox approach!" the doctor stammered.

"Wild methods? How wild are they?"

"It's the kind of wild that has absolutely nothing to do with Terra." The Doctor replied seriously. Judging from the limbs sent back from the Rhodes Island front, the other party should be a pure scientist, but that's the most dangerous kind.

You have absolutely no idea what strange and wonderful things a pure science scientist might come up with when they arrive in a new world with all the equipment.

After listening, Yarman nodded. "So what are you planning to do? Should I go and take him down for you?"

"Well, I hope you can help us find out where he is," the doctor said seriously. With the changes in Terra, the nature of evolution has also changed quite a bit, at least in terms of quantity. So far, Rhodes Island has killed 5 natures of evolution.

And so, before they were even wiped out, the other side, like a breeding machine, kept producing all sorts of evolutionary essences, modifying them, modifying them again, modifying them within modifications, and even drastically altering them...

Not to mention the Rhodes Island frontline operators, even the Sargon official combat personnel who joined later were driven crazy by this situation. The enemy was just too good at producing troops and hiding them.

He has no choice but to call in reinforcements.

Chapter 261: Your weapons are weak.

"So you're saying you're in a desperate situation, which is why you've come looking for help?" Yarman sat in his chair, arms crossed, looking at the doctor opposite him. "Have you asked King Ra of the Sargon Temple? It's Sargon's business, after all, and He doesn't even bother to check on it."

"This..." The doctor suddenly remembered that when he went to the Emperor of Life to find King Sargon, he was having a banquet with his members of the divine court. When he arrived, before he could even speak, he was pulled to the table and forced to drink three bottles of wine containing special substances.

After drinking this stuff, he had no idea what he wanted to do. He only knew that he was following a group of Sargon gods, singing, dancing, eating and drinking in the banquet hall. In the end, he lay on the ground unconscious and was sent back to Rhodes Island by a special agent. He slept for three days before waking up.

As for why he remembers it so clearly, it's because when he woke up, Kal'tsit and a group of medical staff were staring intently at him, strapping him to the operating table, sharpening their knives, wanting to use the reason he fell asleep as an excuse to also crack the biological modifications that Yarman had made on him.

Seeing the doctor's embarrassed expression, Yarman nodded. He roughly knew what had happened. He had originally wanted to find someone, but ended up being dragged along to eat, drink, and have fun. In the end, he left happily without getting anything done, and now he wanted to find the person but was too embarrassed to do so.

"Alright, I'll handle this. I happen to have some free time lately, so let's stretch a bit." Yarman slowly stood up from his chair, stretched, and casually opened a portal in the air. "Do you want to come along? Or are you not planning on going at all?"

“As for me… I’ll go too!” After a moment’s thought, the Doctor followed Yarman through the portal and arrived at the Sargon front-line battlefield, where the yellow sand swirled.

Standing in the desert, just as the doctor was about to speak, a gust of wind filled his mouth with sand. Seeing this, Yarman condensed a small water ball and threw it into his mouth to help him rinse his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Who goes there!"

A voice came from behind the two men. They turned around and saw several soldiers wearing heavy armor, cloaks to protect against strong light and sand, helmets, and halberds. They walked forward and surrounded the two men. Not far away, soldiers holding heavy crossbows were aiming directly at them.

The squad leader stepped forward, holding a blood-stained halberd, his sharp eyes fixed on the two men. "Who are you? Where did you come from? What are your intentions?"

Yarman didn't answer. He looked at the Doctor beside him, thinking that the Doctor should be carrying Rhodes Island identification, and since Rhodes Island had participated in this battle, he should be able to prove that they were allies.

After rummaging through the room for a moment, the doctor pulled out an identification document. "Gentlemen, we are reinforcements from Rhodes Island, here specifically to help you fight against those strange creatures."

Looking at the identification documents in front of him, the squad leader carefully checked them several times before nodding. He pointed in a direction and said, "Rhodes Island's camp is over there. Go there yourselves." With that, he led his team away.

"...They just left like that?" The doctor was a little incredulous. This was a battlefield, after all. Shouldn't they have checked a few more times? Wasn't he afraid that the two of them were imposters?

“I don’t know.” Yarman shook his head and turned to walk towards the camp not far away.

The two entered Rhodes Island's camp one after the other. Before they had taken more than a few steps, they were stopped by several humans dressed in modern tactical clothing. The woman in the lead shouted, "Hey, outsiders, don't move!"

The two continued walking forward without hesitation. The Doctor believed that he was a Doctor of Rhodes Island and not an outsider, so the woman was not calling him. Yarman, on the other hand, believed that the entire world of Terra belonged to him, so no matter where he was in Terra, he was not considered an outsider.

Seeing that the two showed no sign of stopping, the woman looked at another woman not far away, "Shuanghua!"

"Pong!"

A scorching bullet flew toward Yarman's head. Of the two, Yarman was thinner and looked weak on the outside, not the kind of strong person who could withstand a bullet.

"Ding-dong!"

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the bullet struck Yarman's temple with pinpoint accuracy, as if it had hit a tank's steel plate. The bullet was completely unable to penetrate the defense, and after exhausting its kinetic energy, it slowly fell to the ground.

"Clap."

Yarman gently reached out and caught the falling bullet. He stopped and looked at the group, saying gently, "Is this your weapon? I must say, it's very weak. You've been here for... half a year? I forget the exact time, but judging from your performance, you haven't integrated into Terra yet."

He shook his head in disappointment, flicking the bullet aside. "How boring. We were discussing whether your future would be a dream world or bio-energy, but you actually... never mind, I won't say anything more."