A chat group for a certain tower warlock

After observing the wizards, noticing their battered bodies, their unkempt hair, their travel-worn faces, and their robes riddled with burns, holes, and scratches, the Doctor nodded seriously. "Like beggars, hmm... these must be beggars, that's right!"

Having identified his target, he stepped forward. Under the wary and suspicious gazes of several wizards, he gracefully bowed and said gently, "Welcome to Terra Canaan, gentlemen. My name is Wutong. The people you wish to see are ready. Please follow me."

"Wait a minute, what's your name?" Schultz asked suddenly, looking at the doctor in front of him.

He had just examined this person and discovered that he was actually a bio-engineered human with the strength of a Grand Wizard, exactly the same as the information they had obtained. More importantly, the name was the same: the world leader provided by the other party was named Wutong, and the name of the person in front of him was also Wutong!

"Me? My name is Wutong." The doctor maintained his smile, but he had already become wary. He sensed that something was wrong with these people; they seemed to know him and harbored ill intentions.

Schultz exchanged glances with his two teammates, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes. He decisively smiled, then nodded and said, "Mr. Wutong, let's go!"

"Okay, let's go. Please follow me."

The three followed him forward. Schultz, who was in the lead, gently touched his eyes. A magical light flashed, and he checked his body again. This time, he was sure that this was the Wutong!

They exchanged a glance with the two beside them, and the three of them silently gathered magical energy and simultaneously released spells on the doctor's back. Three torrents of spells of different colors instantly struck the doctor, sending him flying on the spot.

Instantly, chaos erupted around them. After witnessing this scene, all the citizens were shocked for a few seconds before they began to flee in terror, crying and screaming. The scene was in complete disarray.

The doctor, who had been knocked away, lay in the ruins of the shop in front of him. He got up from the ruins, dusted himself off, and slowly turned to look at the three people behind him. "You really are uninvited guests."

"..."×3

After being attacked by Montos, the three finally realized their own limitations. Seeing the unharmed Doctor opposite them, the three immediately began to cast spells again, and torrents of spells surged in the air.

Seeing the spells unleashed by the three, the Doctor ran towards the tower without hesitation. Just kidding, there was an Outer God on the other side of the tower. If someone messed around on that person's turf, would the Outer God have to take care of it?

"You, now remove their hands and feet! Then bring them before me!"

Hearing the booming sound in his head, the doctor immediately felt uncomfortable. His boss had already spoken, ordering him to arrest the three people and take them to the tower.

"You three, you've really caused a lot of trouble!" The doctor glared at the three people in front of him and cursed them fiercely. He could already imagine that if he didn't handle the three of them and they got away, or if that person took action personally, his life would probably be very difficult from then on!

Rushing towards the three, the doctor drew a short knife from his pocket, strode forward, and stood in front of a wizard. The short knife drew a cold arc in the air, aiming straight for the wizard's right hand!

"Whoosh! Swish!"

A thin, high-speed water curtain appeared in front of the short sword's blade, dissipating all the power from it. At the same time, a slashing spell cut horizontally towards the doctor's waist, intending to cut him in half at the waist.

Seeing this, the doctor decisively withdrew his sword and immediately performed a bridge maneuver to dodge the slashing spell. Then, he suddenly straightened up, took a big step forward, and stood in front of Schultz, slashing at his neck!

Schultz used the same trick again, and the water curtain acted like a huge chasm, firmly blocking the doctor's blade from advancing an inch.

Seeing this, the doctor immediately changed tactics. Since a direct assault was not an option, he would take it slow and drag it out until these crippled wizards ran out of energy, then he would win!

As for whether he could maintain his stamina, the Doctor was quite confident. He was now a fully-healthy warrior, with more energy than the weakened Outer God lying dead in the tower!

Just wait, once I've exhausted you all, I'll smash all your hands and feet!

Chapter 268: You Bought a Counterfeit Product, a Counterfeit from the Magic World

"...Then I suddenly stepped back, and the Armament Haki bio-energy on the short sword instantly erupted, cleaving open the chests of these men and instantly reducing their fighting ability by half. You have no idea how powerful that thing of mine was back then; just one slash and they were down..."

The doctor stood in front of Yarman, who had just woken up, and vividly described the battle scene that had just taken place, portraying himself as a god descending to earth, sweeping away thousands of troops, which made Yarman feel drowsy.

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I know, you passed this time." Yarman finally couldn't hold back anymore. If he kept talking, he would fall asleep again. He was already not in good spirits, and having to pick out useful information from the doctor's nonsense to analyze would make him sleepy again after a couple of times.

Looking at the listless Yarman across from him, the doctor smiled and nodded. He pointed to the several bound wizards behind him and said, "What should we do with these people? Kill them directly, or have them interrogated?"

“Go find someone to interrogate him, then write a report and give it to Mostima.” Yarman gently closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said slowly, “I know the general situation. It’s another problem with the transit station’s world layer. Have someone seal off that passage.”

"...Huh?" The doctor listened to his words and felt that they were incoherent. What was he talking about? He had just mentioned the issue of the transfer station's world layer, and now he had jumped to the issue of the blocked passage.

Seeing the puzzled look on the doctor's face, Yarman was about to explain when he sighed and waved his hand casually. "Forget it, just throw these people to Mostima, and she'll tell you what to do. Ugh, this is a real headache, but I don't have any good ideas right now."

After standing there for a moment, the Doctor suddenly asked, "Did someone use the contract portal to teleport these people to Terra? Have they found the container they came in?"

“I don’t know.” Yarman shook his head. He didn’t care about it. So far, he had only read the memories of a few people and knew that they had traveled through several small worlds before arriving in Terra.

The Doctor slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, saying casually, "If all else fails, we can just seal off all the small world contract channels connecting to Terra. It's not a big deal anyway."

"No, we can't block it. Blocking the passage may not seem like a big deal, but it could lead to something much bigger."

"How could that be? They're just a bunch of small worlds. What can they possibly accomplish?" the doctor said dismissively. It wasn't that he looked down on those small worlds, but he was certain that the scale of those worlds they knew was too small, with no special features or products. They were simply manufacturing and selling low-end products.

"This will lead to my Foreign Minister lodging a strong protest at the Assembly of the Gods," Yarman said leisurely with his eyes closed.

Upon hearing this, the Doctor immediately chimed in, "Foreign Minister, what garbage? We Terran don't need to do diplomacy with people, we are... wait a minute, I think I am Terran's Foreign Minister."

"You're right."

"...Well, what objection could I possibly have?" The doctor looked at Yarman across from him, thought for a moment, and then hesitated before saying, "I haven't relied on them at all! How could I possibly have an objection?"

"How's the Magic Tin Soldier that arrived three days ago?" Yarman sat on the sofa, a bright smile on his face, and asked the doctor across from him leisurely, "Do you know where that thing was made?"

Upon hearing Yarman's words, the doctor was stunned. He sat up abruptly, fidgeting on the sofa for a long time before finally asking in shock, "How did you know I bought a batch of magical tin soldiers? And weren't you... resting and sleeping at that time?"

“I am, after all, an Outer God.” Yarman slowly lay down on the sofa, his eyes closed, and said, “Even if I am not strong enough now, there is nothing in this world that can be hidden from me.”

Sitting on the sofa, the doctor was restless. He finally understood what Yarman meant when he said he was omnipresent. It was terrifying.

Looking at the doctor opposite him, Yarman asked again, "Do you want to know where those magical tin soldiers came from?"

"...Isn't it the magical world?"

“Small World No. 273, I remember, you spent... 60,000 trading points on this thing back then, right?” Yarman’s smile deepened, with a hint of schadenfreude. “The cost price was about 10,000, and the remaining 50,000 was for the magic world’s trademark certification fee.”

"...[Chinese swear words]! Harry Potter, you little thief, how dare you lie to me!" The professor was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that he had bought a product manufactured by a third party!

Seeing that the Doctor had finally come to his senses, Yarman slowly turned around, faced the back of the sofa, and began to sleep. "The magical world doesn't produce this thing at all, and the source code of the container it was carrying also shows that it is from the 273rd small world. Even the contract channel uses the channel that directly connects the 273rd small world to Terra."

"I thought you already knew, but I didn't expect you to not even bother to check. It's really... speechless." Yarman wrapped himself in his clothes and gave him the order to leave. "Alright, let's go, I'm going to sleep."

After sitting in the chair for a long time in silence, the doctor stood up with a grim expression, picked up the wizard lying on the ground, casually opened a portal to the end of time and space, and stepped inside.

On the other side, Yarman, lying on the sofa, was already fast asleep.

…………

At the end of time and space, in Mostima's office.

"Knock knock knock~~!"

"Please come in," Mostima said without looking up, reviewing the documents in front of him.

"Sizzle~~!"

The doctor led three people into the office from outside. Looking at the simple office in front of him, the doctor was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had come to Mostima's office. He used to go to Yarman's office. He was very curious about what it was like. Now it seemed that the two offices were the same.

"You're here? Have a seat." Mostima gestured to the chair in front of her without looking up. Only after the Doctor had left the three of them and sat down did she ask, "What would you like to drink? Coffee, tea, or beer?"

"Um...don't you have bottled water?"

"No, I don't like drinking water."

"Oh, okay then. I'll have a cup of tea then."

Upon hearing this, Mostima tapped the table lightly, and a cup of steaming hot tea appeared on it. She was reviewing documents on her tablet when she casually asked, "How is Yarman now?"

"She's sleeping soundly."

Upon hearing this, Mostima nodded seriously. She gently put down her pen and turned slightly to look at the three wizards writhing on the ground. "These three are the spies he was talking about?"

"Yes, Ms. Mostima."

"Hmm, you did a great job. Now, what reward do you want?" Mostima crossed her arms slightly, smiling as she looked at the doctor sitting upright opposite her. "I heard you've been enjoying playing with the Magic Tin Soldier lately. Perfect timing, Canaan has a batch of old war machines waiting to be disposed of. How about we give them to you?"

"what?!"

"Not many, only 50. Just tell me if you want them or not."

"Yes! Absolutely!" The doctor quickly agreed. These were original war machines created by Yarman. With so many of them, even a small world could be wiped out if the power was fully unleashed.

How could he possibly let such a good thing slip by!

Chapter 269: The Doctor's Second Meeting with His Female Self

Sitting in the chair, Mostima smiled and asked, "Are the magical tin soldiers produced in Minor World 273 fun? I remember they were certified tin soldiers by the magical world, so they should be pretty good."

"This..." The Doctor touched his nose awkwardly. He didn't expect Mostima to know about this. This was really embarrassing. He just hoped that the bunch of gods in the Dreamland wouldn't find out about this, otherwise he would really be the death of the entire Terra-class corporation. The Minister of Foreign Affairs had bought a counterfeit product.

It's one thing to buy counterfeit goods, but to think they're genuine imports from the magical world is another. A magical tin soldier gets 5 trading points for free, and he's all smiles and smug.

Sitting in the chair, Mostima smiled and said, "Don't worry, this matter is only spreading in a small circle and hasn't been completely spread yet. It's fine, don't worry."

"Small area? How small?"

"It's probably to the point that even the Kings of Gods know about it. Don't worry, the gods below don't know about it yet," Mostima said casually. But the Doctor opposite him froze. What was the difference between this and the news spreading throughout Terra? Well, he was practically dead in the entire Terra community.

Sitting in her chair, Mostima glanced at the three wizards lying on the ground. She casually pressed a button on the table and said into the microphone, "Come here and take these three people away for interrogation."

"Yes, my lord."

After casually hanging up the phone, Mostima looked at the stunned Doctor and said with a smile, "Do you have any other questions?"

“I… well, actually I have one.” The doctor looked at the telephone receiver in front of him and pointed at it with some curiosity, saying, “Why do you still use this thing? There must be many advanced and affordable alternatives.”

Hearing this, Mostima smiled and said casually, "This is just a personal hobby of mine. Don't you think it looks much more comfortable with a small microphone on the table? Most importantly, it's a physical thing, and a retro microphone with a physical presence looks more stylish."

As she spoke, she began fiddling with the microphone in front of her, looking quite interested.

Looking at the retro-style microphone in front of him, the doctor remained silent. He felt that this thing was more decorative than practical for Mostima. Who would carve a microphone like that?

Gently placing the microphone back in its place, Mostima looked at the Doctor with a smile and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say? Hurry up and finish now, or I won't have time later."

"That's all for now." The doctor slowly stood up, drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, gently put down the cup, turned and walked towards the door. As soon as he pushed open the door, he bumped into the woman who was entering from outside. The two of them took two steps back at the same time.

Once he had steadied himself, the doctor looked up at the woman opposite him. When he saw her face, he was slightly taken aback. The person in front of him looked so much like him, as if they were cut from the same mold. Even their height was almost exactly the same, like a female version of himself...

Suddenly, he remembered something. When he first underwent human modification, Yarman used his genes to create a female version of him, and he was the one who released that female version of him!

"You are..." The doctor stared intently at the woman opposite him and asked slowly.

The woman sized up the doctor, then walked past him who was blocking the door, and approached Mostima with her tablet, reporting, "My lady, the Emperor of Yan requests an audience with His Majesty."

“Hmm, have him come see me first and explain what he wants to do,” Mostima said without looking up, as she wrote furiously, “Yarman doesn’t have much time to be awake right now, we can’t waste it.”

"Yes, sir." The woman nodded, made a note on the tablet, and prepared to leave. Just as she reached the door, she was stopped by the professor who was standing there.

Looking at the doctor in front of her, the woman calmly said, "Mr. Wutong, if there is nothing else, please come in."

The doctor didn't move; he simply stared at the woman for a long time before suddenly asking, "What's your name?"

“Grace, sir,” Grace said calmly, holding the documents, her eyes serene. “Please come in; the Emperor of Yan is awaiting my response.”

Seeing this, the doctor slowly stepped aside, watching the woman quickly pass in front of him and walk towards the office area.

After watching her leave, the Doctor suddenly turned back to look at the smiling Mostima. "She's my female clone, isn't she? Why is she here? What is she doing now...?"

“Yes, because none of you care about him, so I had to come. She’s my secretary now.” Mostima maintained her calm smile. “She’s doing a great job, and I’m very satisfied.”

Standing there, the Doctor glanced in the direction Grace had gone, wanting to go and find her, but unsure of what reason to give. After a long silence, he suddenly asked, "Why was the Emperor of Yan able to see you?"

“Because he has already become a god in the Dream Realm, most of the information from Yan Kingdom has flowed to his reflection in the Dream Realm, and then he became a god,” Mostima said casually. Such cases are rare, but not nonexistent, just like the behemoth in Sherag.

Looking at the Doctor who was standing still, Mostima smiled and said, "If you want to see her, sit here for a while."

The doctor nodded, walked slowly to the sofa in the reception area, and sat down, waiting for Grace to arrive. For some reason, he wanted to see her and talk to her.

Grace returned quickly without keeping him waiting, holding documents in her hand. "The Emperor of Yan said that he has discovered that the probability of biological mutations in Yan has increased too much recently, and he hopes to see His Majesty to see how to resolve this matter."

"How much is a significant improvement? What's the recent improvement?"

"It improved by about 90% within a month, which he described as an unbearable change."

“I understand.” Mostima nodded, took out a small notebook, added the name of the Yan Emperor to it, and then put it aside. “Tell him that the meeting will last for one hour, and he will be able to see him within three days. Tell him to prepare what he wants to say and the materials he needs in advance.”

“Yes, sir.” Grace nodded, then wrote her response on the tablet. After finishing, she didn’t move, but just stood there, glancing slightly at the Doctor.

Looking at the two of them, Mostima waved casually, "You two haven't seen each other for so long. Now that you have some free time, go find a place to have a good chat."

"Yes, sir." ×2

Chapter 270: Outer Gods are Producers, Not Consumers

Sitting in the chair, Yarman straightened his clothes. He leisurely looked at the Emperor of Yan across from him and casually waved his hand, "Just say what you have to say. I don't have many people who can listen to you soberly."

"It's like this, the situation in Yan Kingdom has been rather bad recently. The mutation rate of organisms is too high. The mutation rate of crops that have grown recently has increased by 90%, and the same is true for newborns." The Emperor of Yan Kingdom briefly explained the situation, and then looked at Yarman without saying a word.

After listening to his words, Yarman thought about it and nodded seriously. This mutation rate was indeed a bit abnormal, and it had suddenly increased in the past month, covering all life forms.

"Have you looked into what the cause might be?" Yarman asked, frowning. He wanted to see if the Yan Emperor had any clues so that he wouldn't have to spend so much effort investigating point by point.

Sitting on the sofa, the Emperor of Yan Kingdom said seriously, "I have already consulted several deities in the Dream Realm who cultivate the paths of creatures, viruses, and curses, and I have also sought out other potential powerful beings hidden in various corners of the world. I have even visited them in person, but I still have no clue..."

As he spoke, he slowly looked at Yarman opposite him. In his opinion, only the man in front of him could leave him completely clueless.

Feeling the gaze of the Yan Emperor, Yarman said irritably, "Think about it. If I wanted to punish you, would I need to resort to this? I could just go directly to you."