A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Several days later.

"Phew, all done." Yarman wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the black and gold Originium in front of him, and looked it over. "The energy storage of 300,000 standard pure Originium should be enough."

After carefully storing the Originium, Yarman began to continue crafting other magical equipment. His biggest concern for this trip to another world was the energy problem, as all his spells relied on Originium for power, and there were definitely no Originium in the Grimm's Fairy Tale world!

What if he gets there and finds that he can't use any magic at all? Wouldn't that be a disaster? Not being able to help is a minor issue; what if he gets into a conflict with a powerful figure from another world? That would be the end of him!

After obtaining the chat group, he had been thinking about this problem. He couldn't possibly never go to the worlds of other group members. This was a mutual aid group, and if anyone was in trouble, he, as the great wizard, would definitely have to help. At that time, the energy problem seemed so urgent.

Fortunately, his Originium power bank had already been developed before his first time travel.

Looking at the various pieces of equipment hanging all over his body, Yarman bent down in front of the testing table, preparing to add some more equipment. However, time was of the essence, and just as he was about to continue his research, Dumbledore's message arrived!

Dumbledore: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, are you ready?

Yarman: Okay, I'll buy the orienteering pass now!

Dumbledore: What about the other two?

Veronica: I can anytime.

Scranton: I'm all set, everything's ready!

Ailuo: Thank you all for your help! [Real-time Location Sharing and Calibration]

Dumbledore: Let's set off now. Our location is 125 kilometers due south of the marker!

Yarman: Your capital city is huge! Never mind, let's go!

…………

The world of Grimm's Fairy Tales, the imperial city of the English Empire.

"boom!"

A beam of light flashed, and the four appeared in the desert. They skillfully used their respective powers to stabilize themselves, and then began to look around. They weren't looking for the imperial city; anyone with eyesight could see the huge thorn mountain that surrounded the city. They were mainly observing their surroundings.

"What abundant magic!" Dumbledore exclaimed, looking around. "The concentration of magic here is even higher than in the wizarding world. It's incredible."

"Actually, it's alright. It's a world with relatively abundant magical energy." Veronica, dressed in a black fitted robe, looked around. "But... isn't this the edge of the imperial city? Why is it a desert?"

"Gravity acceleration is 1.15G, and the elemental composition in the air is basically the same..."

"..."

"And you? What did you see?" Veronica asked, looking at the agitated Yarman.

“Me? I’m certain of one thing.”

"what's up?"

"My decision to make this power bank was absolutely brilliant!" Yarman said through gritted teeth. "There's absolutely no Originium here! Fortunately, the conversion rate between atmospheric energy and Originium energy is 85%. [Leytanian profanity] I don't like places like this!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: People Are Worthless When They Leave Their Hometown

"So, do you still want to continue?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Yarman who looked like a wilted eggplant. "The environment here isn't very friendly to you!"

“You’re like a fish pulled from the water, gasping for air, hoping not to die of thirst,” Veronica said bluntly, arms crossed. “You need a more universal power.”

“…I understand, let’s continue.” Yarman sighed. “We’ve come all this way, if we leave empty-handed, it would be a complete loss. I can’t do that kind of business.”

“Then let’s set off.” Veronica glanced at Scranton behind her, who was carrying a portable reality anchor, raised her hand slightly, and levitated everyone, flying towards the distant Thorn Mountain.

"Whoosh!"

A few minutes later, the group arrived at the foot of Thorn Mountain. Yarman looked at Veronica and asked, "Aren't you a follower of Yog? Couldn't you just open a portal here?"

“My Lord is indeed the Lord of Time and Space, but that doesn’t mean I have His power.” Veronica shrugged and said helplessly, “Besides, this isn’t my world. My abilities are greatly limited here! The spacetime of this world doesn’t like me.”

“Perhaps this is what they mean by being cheap when you leave your hometown,” Scranton added.

While the group was chatting, Dumbledore had already reached the foot of the Thorn Mountain. Looking at the thorns before him, which were full of life and killing intent and moved like pythons, a look of amazement flashed across his face.

"The magic of another world is truly amazing!" Dumbledore exclaimed. As he spoke, he placed his hand on the wandering thorns. The moment he touched them, countless thorns instantly came to life, frantically wrapping around his hand and binding it!

"Albus!" Yarman exclaimed in shock. He hadn't expected Dumbledore to be so reckless. How could he attack such a dangerous thing so directly? He immediately drew his staff, and countless fire snakes spewed from the tip of the staff, precisely bypassing Dumbledore and burning all the thorns that had wrapped around him to ashes.

The burned thorns quickly retracted, and the surrounding thorns also began to move. Instantly, the entire thorn mountain seemed to come alive, and began to twist and turn wildly, the sound of thorns rubbing against each other resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

"Zzzzz~~~ Clark ah~~~~"

"..."×4

“This thing does look quite similar to what I have back home!” Veronica paused for a moment, then looked at the twisted, writhing thorn mountain in front of her with great interest.

"Albus, how are you?"

"Me? I'm fine." Dumbledore flicked his sleeves and said casually, "These thorns are interesting. When I reached out my hand just now, it tried to devour my life force and my magic. It's indeed very dangerous, at least a 5X level high-risk magical creature."

"How do you know this is a living being, and not a magical creation?"

"...That's true."

"So what should we do next?" Scranton asked the other three. "Should we just force our way through these thorns?"

“We’ll deal with forcibly breaking it when we can’t handle it anymore.” Yarman looked at the thorn mountain in front of him and said as he thought, “I would like to analyze the magical structure of these thorns first. The key is that we don’t know what the relationship is between these thorns and that spell. Are they a byproduct or the main body?”

After hearing his words, Dumbledore didn't speak, but looked at Veronica, who had her hands behind her back and a slight frown on her face, and asked, "You have a deeper understanding of time magic than we do. What do you think?"

“…Me? I…how do I see it…” Veronica seemed to be lost in thought, standing aside, staring fixedly at the thorny mountain in front of her, motionless.

Seeing that Veronica was not moving, Yarman did not stop either. He stepped forward and gently waved his staff at the Thorn Mountain. A transparent, invisible blade swept through the air, easily slicing off a thorn that was trying to sneak up on him.

He stepped forward, picked up the thorn branch, and looked at the withered branch in his hand. Yarman's eyes were filled with even more doubt. If it was a magical creation, how could such a powerful life force wither so quickly? If it was the magic itself, why did it only wither and not disappear completely?

Looking at Scranton standing to the side, preparing to activate the reality anchor, Yarman cut the withered thorn branch into three halves, handing one half to him, giving one half to Dumbledore, and keeping the other half for himself.

"Use your instruments to test this thing and see if there's anything wrong with it," Yarman instructed, before taking his staff and beginning to analyze the thorny branch in his hand.

“What’s the difference… tsk… [Letanian profanity]!” Yarman couldn’t help but curse. He had just analyzed it and the result was that it was just ordinary thorns, a result that almost made him furious.

Whose thorn bushes can grow like this! And they can even move; it almost tricked Albus!

"The time distortion is slightly high, but it's only affected by the spell." Yarman scratched his head, looking bewildered. "Microscopic composition... molecules, atoms, electrons, atomic nuclei... magical runes... huh???"

"How come the particles in this world are made up of magical runes? Shouldn't they be quarks?" Yarman murmured in surprise. He used his microscopic magic to its fullest extent to observe the protons in the atomic nucleus. He thought he would observe three quarks, but he didn't expect to observe a whole bunch of magical runes!

"Yes! That's not scientific!"

"...It's definitely not scientific, but it's magical!"

Yarman replied to Scranton, whose worldview was collapsing, and then continued his examination. He suddenly realized that his understanding of the other world was far too shallow. What gave him the arrogant idea that the fundamental laws of every world were exactly the same?

"If that's the case, Robert!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Is there something wrong with your equipment?

"Problem? No... Yes! A big problem!" Scranton suddenly realized that, apart from the reality anchor, all the other instruments he was carrying had malfunctioned, and some had even turned into scrap metal!

"Reality anchor...why is the load so high?!"

“If I’m not mistaken, your reality anchor is going against the laws of the entire world.” Yarman’s lips twitched. “You’d better stay away from it, lest it explode and hurt you.”

"...Then...then I..."

“Didn’t you learn the group leader’s cultivation techniques? Use that thing.” Yarman suggested, then continued to study the thorns in his hand. At this moment, Veronica, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

“No need to study that thing anymore!” Veronica turned to look at the others. “I already know the problem. It’s a causal spell, and there are two ways to break it.”

"tell me the story."

"First, find the fruit that can break the spell. Wait a hundred years, then find a prince to come over. Put your hand on the thorns, and the thorns will naturally make way. Then go in and kiss Aurora, and the spell will be broken."

"Second, we can directly use a more powerful force than this spell to forcibly shatter it, but the consequence is that the internal time will instantly synchronize with the external time. The amount of time lost will be the same amount of time that has elapsed since the spell took effect."

"I won't go into the method of implementing the first one. As for the second one, I think that if the three of us wizards put our lives on the line and risked our lives, we should be able to erase all the time lost by a giant city."

"..."×3

“Tell Aurora the results!” Yarman slowly raised his head. “We’re just here to help; we can’t make decisions on our own. Besides… do you really think the three of us can handle this on our own?”

"..."×3

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Celestial Master of Three Worlds

Aurora: ...In other words, there are only these two options now.

Yarman: We've only come up with these two options right now.

Ailuo: Hmm... Sigh, what would happen if we forced it open?

Veronica: That depends on how many years you've been asleep.

Aurora: It's been about forty-five years!

Veronica: In that case, the houses and other inanimate objects should be fine, but most of the elderly and middle-aged people will likely die the moment the spell is broken, while the young people will become middle-aged or elderly, and the children and babies will become middle-aged. As for the pets and short-lived plants…

Veronica: There's one more thing. Now, apart from the imperial city, which is still yours, the rest of your country has been divided up by other countries.

Ailuo: ...This was somewhat expected, after all, the capital had been gone for forty-five years.

Dumbledore: So, what is your choice?

Aurora: I hope you can help me break this spell and then erase the side effects of time leakage as much as possible. I will do my best to repay the three of you.

Yarman: ...What do you two think?

Veronica: I'm fine with anything.

Dumbledore: I can do that too. It's a challenge for me, I suppose.

Yarman: That's settled then.

Ailuo: Then I thank you all in advance. If you really can't get rid of the side effects, then let's just forget about it. After all, this is my problem, and I can't let it affect the three of you.

After closing the chat area, Yarman looked at the two people standing beside him and said, "Let's just force our way through this thing."

“Breaking through this thorn mountain is easy, but reversing the passage of time is incredibly difficult!” Veronica frowned, looking at the thorn mountain in front of her with a troubled expression. “In my world, such a small problem could be solved easily!”

"Let's think about what to do." Yarman didn't say much, but began to think. Breaking this thorn mountain was not difficult for the four of them; any one of them could handle it. But the problem was that time would immediately begin to pass after the thorn mountain was broken!

Breaking the thorny mountain isn't the problem; the problem is how to deal with the passage of time.

"How about we set up a magic array first?" Dumbledore said slowly. "We can use the materials we have here to build a magical fortress. With the magic fortress and the array, plus the three of us working together, we should be able to erase it."

“I think that’s a good idea.” Veronica nodded thoughtfully. “But it needs to be made bigger. When I’m fighting on the front lines, I’ll definitely need to transform into my true form. If the territory is too small, I’ll just crush it.”

“The energy converter needs to be specially designed. I’m using Originium Energy, but this place only has Magic Energy, so it’s not suitable.” Yarman looked at the two of them and said while thinking, “Then I’ll make a few more Magic Energy Cores to strengthen the energy of the Magic Fortress and use Magic Energy to offset the passage of time. I don’t know how much energy that will require.”

"..."×3

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Scranton paused, then looked at the three of them innocently and said, "I'm just a reality warper. At most, I can help you take down Thorn Mountain. That's all I can do. I don't know witchcraft, I don't know any formations, and I don't have any magic power."

"Then you'll be in charge of breaking up the thorn mountain for us." Yarman sighed helplessly. Although they were missing one person to help, clearing such a large thorn mountain still required manpower!

After saying that, the three began to prepare to build the magic fortress, while Scranton kept fiddling with his reality anchor. He seemed to want to replace the reality rules built into the reality anchor with the rules of the Grimm's Fairy Tales world, and then take some of the matter back to his world to study it.

Whether it will succeed remains to be seen.

"Many grains of sand make a tower!"

Yarman drew his staff and softly chanted, and the surrounding desert began to churn like a sea. Countless grains of sand gathered toward the direction the staff pointed. In just a few minutes, a fortress-like structure made of yellow sand gradually rose up on the desert.

Seeing that Yarman had made his move, the two of them did not hesitate and each used their own methods to help him shape and reinforce the fortress. Accompanied by dazzling magical light, a huge fortress about three hundred meters high appeared on the desert, showing a dull black reflection under the sunlight.

"Phew~~~~ It's finally usable."

Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, when he went to Kazdel, he learned a couple of spells for building structures from a Yan Kingdom sorcerer, otherwise he would have been embarrassed today. The sorcerer seemed to have called himself a... Civil and Wood Celestial Master. Yan Kingdom sorcerers all call themselves Celestial Masters.

“Your spell is quite interesting!” Veroni said, looking at Yarman who had put down his staff.

“It is indeed interesting. I found it interesting when I was learning it.” Yarman nodded and said with a smile, “I learned from a civil engineering master from Yan Country. They are very good at building houses, and of course, they are also very good at demolishing houses.”

"The Earth and Wood Master?"

"Yes, all sorcerers in Yan Kingdom can study at the Celestial Master's Mansion's sorcerer school, and upon graduation, they become Celestial Masters."

“I see.” Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. In his opinion, the Celestial Master’s Mansion was similar to his Hogwarts, except that the latter was run by the state. “It sounds pretty impressive. Celestial Masters… My world also has Celestial Masters, but they are not quite the same as yours.”

"Does your world have this too?"

"In the Far East, there are some magicians who also call themselves Celestial Masters. Their spells are very unique. Some use magical materials to draw diagrams to cast spells, some cast spells with their bare hands, and some cast spells with magical wooden longswords."

Listening to their conversation, Veronica joined in, "Speaking of celestial masters, my world also has celestial masters, who are also magicians from that great country in the Far East, but they are a bit different from yours."

"How are they different?" Yarman asked with great interest. He was quite eager to learn about his counterparts in other worlds. Listening to these things could often broaden his horizons and even help him find entirely new development paths.