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After a moment's thought, the Emperor of Yan nodded in agreement. The person in front of him didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to use underhanded tactics, but he really had no clue what to do. He had already asked everyone he could, but none of them were him.

For this matter, he even went to the edge of the Dreamland to find that strange being who supposedly read Yarman's Terra Life, hand-drew part of the Terra World Life Map, summarized the rules, and then embarked on his own life path, but still came to no avail.

Looking at the dejected Emperor of Yan, Yarman sighed and connected with the life laws of Yan to begin examining the cause. Soon, he discovered that the problem did not seem to be limited to Yan, but was widespread throughout the entire planet Terra.

As for why the other gods didn't come to report, but only the Emperor of Yan came, the reason is quite simple. The other gods didn't particularly care about the mutation of life. In their view, as long as their followers didn't become weaker, mutations were irrelevant.

After confirming this, he sighed helplessly. There was nothing he could do about it. The gods' focus was indeed in line with his original intention, and it was his own doing.

He then began to search for the cause. After sorting through all the information, he discovered that the instigator of this matter seemed to be himself, because it was because of him that things turned out this way.

Having confirmed this, his brow twitched slightly, then he calmly looked at the Yan Emperor opposite him, "I have investigated this matter thoroughly. Rest assured, I have resolved it."

"..." The Emperor of Yan looked at Yarman opposite him, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask for the reason, but seeing Yarman's calm face, he suddenly did not know how to start. He felt that even if he spoke, the other party would not tell him, and this matter would remain an unsolved mystery in the end.

After sitting in the chair for a long time, the Emperor of Yan slowly stood up, bowed slightly to him, and turned to leave the office.

After watching Him leave, Yarman frowned. He hadn't expected that he was the one who caused this. During his slumber, he had unconsciously triggered changes in the laws of life, leading to a significant increase in the rate of biological mutation.

Sitting in the chair, he rubbed his temples in frustration. He had just checked the laws of life, and he was already feeling sleepy again. He really didn't understand why this was happening, considering that the world's origin he had absorbed during this period was enough to create a star system.

"Could it be that there's something about the Outer God Realm that I don't know about? That shouldn't be the case, my mother never mentioned it." Yarman leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling in bewilderment. He could feel that he was very strong now, ridiculously strong, but he just couldn't muster the strength and was always feeling sleepy.

"Sizzle~~~!"

The office door slowly opened, and Mostima walked into the room. Looking at Yarman, who was sitting in a chair with a puzzled expression, she slowly sat down. "You still don't understand what the reason is?"

“I understand now, it was me who did it.” Yarman replied without turning his head. He ignored Mostima’s surprise and continued, “After I fell asleep, I unconsciously interfered with the laws of life, which directly led to an increase in the mutation rate of all life forms in Terra.”

“…Well, what should we do?” Mostima paused for a moment, then looked at him and asked.

Yarman slowly sat up straight, and he yawned weakly. "First, I won't sleep. Second, I'll regain control of everything. Third, I'll make them act as if nothing happened, as if they don't know anything."

"..."

"Alright, I'll figure this out. You help me appease them." Yarman scratched his head and smiled at her, his smile full of confidence, but in reality, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

Seeing this, Mostima could only nod and turn to leave his office.

Sitting in the chair, feeling the growing drowsiness, Yarman deliberately closed his eyes to reduce energy consumption. At the same time, he began to think about the reason why he was always sleepy. He had only recently begun to realize that his condition was not malnutrition as the Great Mother Goddess had said; the situation was completely different.

The amount of energy he has consumed during this period would be more than enough to provide an Outer God with a nutritional surplus. In addition, his infinite evolutionary ability after becoming an Outer God has long since made up for his deficiencies. However, he is still constantly sleepy, and it is getting worse and worse as he eats more.

Sitting in his chair, he began to recall the Outer Gods in Cthulhu, comparing them to himself, and also reflecting on the path he had chosen. Suddenly, he thought of a strange being—Upo Sasra, a top Outer God who was not controlled by the Great Mother.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman murmured, "But that one is truly powerful. He can create so many powerful ruler-level beings at any time. Doesn't He get tired? But... birth, growth, aging, death, those rulers have never left Him."

Thinking of this, Yarman suddenly stopped. It was as if he had grasped something. His life depended on Upo and never left him. Upo himself was a big world. He was the producer of the cake.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept consuming energy. I never need external energy. I am the source of life, I am the producer, I am a world unto myself. I want to make the cake, not fight for it. I ate too much and exhausted myself!"

"Boom!"

Endless energy erupted from Yarman's body, surging towards all parts of Terra. Instantly, the world of Terra began to grow wildly. The planet rapidly expanded, world layers sprang up like mushrooms after rain, and the Dreamlands expanded at an astonishing speed. The entire world grew like an inflated balloon.

Chapter 271: The Powerful Man Behind Schultz

"Dangdang!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Mostima rushed in from outside, looking at Yarman sitting in his chair, looking radiant. She exclaimed in a panic, "What are you doing? Do you want to die? You were already in this state, and now you're using all your strength..."

“Look at me, do I look any bad right now?” Yarman looked at Mostima across from him with a radiant expression. He slowly stood up, spun around on the spot, and said, “Look, I’m perfectly fine!”

"...What exactly are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, I just figured out a problem." Yarman shook his head indifferently and said with a smile, "I reflected on myself and looked at the state of those Outer Gods back home. Finally, I figured out a problem and then I solved it."

Mostima stood there stunned for a long time, staring at Yarman who was spouting nonsense, before finally asking weakly, "So, you're really alright now? Are you sure it's not just a last flicker of life?"

“Yes, I’m sure, I’m absolutely sure.” Yarman looked at Mostima and nodded confidently. He was in excellent condition. “I was on the wrong track before. I shouldn’t have consumed so much world essence, and I shouldn’t have absorbed so many source stones. I should have just rested and recuperated.”

Mostima pointed outside, somewhat bewildered, and slowly said, "Then... Terra now..."

"Terra's development will only get better and faster in the future, don't worry," Yarman said with a smile. From the moment he was promoted from the old branch to the Outer God level, Terra gained a huge engine. As long as he was in Terra, Terra's development would only get faster and faster.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman looked at Mostima in front of him, waved his hand again, and said casually, "It's okay, really, don't worry. You know my personality, I won't risk my life."

“You wouldn’t risk your life for a small gain.” Mostima nodded in agreement, then added, “But you would personally risk your life once you’re sure the gains are large enough.”

Hearing this, Yarman touched his nose a little awkwardly. That was indeed true, so he decided to quickly change the subject. He smiled and said, "Don't say that. By the way, is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"

Hearing his question, Mostima snorted, knowing that he was changing the subject, but he really did need his help. "It's very simple. The doctor brought two people from my place. We interrogated them for a long time, using all sorts of methods. We almost killed them, but they just wouldn't talk."

"This... are you planning to ask me to help you use life-related magic to make them talk?" Yarman asked, somewhat puzzled. This was a novel idea; Mostima hadn't managed to get them to talk. "Actually, no need. You can use soul search or brain reading to solve it."

“I used soul reading, but… I couldn’t break through their soul defenses,” Mostima said dejectedly. This time, she had personally gone into battle, spending so many resources, energy, and time, yet she still hadn’t obtained any information about the organization behind them.

Upon hearing her words, Yarman suddenly looked up. Something was wrong. Mostima had personally taken action, yet he hadn't even managed to pry open a great wizard's head. This was outrageous!

After tidying up his desk, Yarman stood up and walked over to Mostima. "Let's go, I'll go with you to see who these wizards really are. I refuse to believe that once they're in Terra, the powerful figures behind them can still protect their heads!"

As they spoke, the two of them stepped through the spatial portal and arrived at a secret space within the River of Time.

Stepping slowly through the portal, Yarman glanced at the inspectors kneeling around him and casually waved his hand. "Get up, all of you. Take me to see those three people."

“Yes, Your Majesty.” An inspector slowly stood up and walked in front of the two, leading the way.

The three quickly arrived at the interrogation room. Standing outside, Yarman looked through the glass at the three unrecognizable wizards nailed to the cross and nodded. "You guys were pretty ruthless!"

“If you don’t go all out with these kinds of people, they won’t know we’re not to be trifled with,” Mostima said calmly. The most gruesome wounds on those three were inflicted by her own hands.

Yalman nodded noncommittally, turned and walked to the door, gently pushed open the interrogation room door. As the door opened, Schultz, who was in charge, raised his head slightly, glanced at Yalman who had come in, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if mocking them for hiring outside help.

Ignoring his mockery, Yarman walked straight up to him, looked at his bloodied and mangled body, and calmly said, "No wonder you were sent to Terra, you're a ruthless person!"

"..."×3

"Alright, enough of that. Let me take a look at your brain." Yarman didn't say much, but simply placed his hand gently on Schultz's head. His immense mental power instantly broke through the first line of defense in Schultz's brain, and then swept all the way to the core of his brain.

Observing the extremely complex magic energy array he had obtained, Yarman nodded with interest, "I knew I was right. You really are professional explorers, and you do have powerful backers. This brain core anti-theft array, wow, it's really impressive. I find it a bit complicated myself."

As he spoke, Yarman began to cautiously approach the magic circle. His vast mental energy was compressed into thin threads, and he carefully threaded the threads through the magic circle, gradually disabling it and breaking the core blockade of his brain.

Schultz then began to do everything in his power to interfere with his deciphering work, struggling with all his might, determined not to let Yarman obtain the secrets in his mind.

"Don't move!" Yarman said somewhat displeasedly, then severed all the nerves in his body with a single palm strike, rendering him a vegetable who could only watch helplessly as Yarman continued his actions.

After eliminating the last small node, Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, it's solved. You must have a lot of powerful people behind you. This thing must have been invented by someone who specializes in studying formations. Ordinary experts simply can't create something like this. I almost got caught up in it myself."

As he spoke, Yarman began to frantically plunder the memories in Schulz's mind, from his life story to the history of his world, from the coordinates of his world to the structure of his world, and finally to the extraordinary system of his world.

Just as he finished reading most of the knowledge and was about to take away Schultz's cultivation method, suddenly, Schultz's mental space froze, and a huge eye suddenly appeared where the cultivation method was stored.

Looking into the powerful eyes before him, Yarman smiled and said, "I thought you'd never show yourself, but you did in the end. By the way, what's your name?"

"..."

After staring at Yarman for a long time, it suddenly exploded. At the moment of the explosion, time stood still once again. Yarman's mental power instantly bypassed his eyes and read and recorded all the subsequent cultivation methods.

"Bong!"

With a loud explosion, Schultz's head exploded into pieces like a watermelon falling from a great height, scattering red and white matter everywhere, especially Yarman, whose body was covered in brain matter and blood.

"Alright, problem solved. I'm going back to take a shower now."

Chapter 272: You're also an Outer God?!

Dreamland, Emperor of Life.

Lying leisurely in the huge bathtub, Yarman swirled the wine in his glass, downed the wine in one gulp, and then skillfully placed his left hand on Mostima's shoulder beside him. "You've really had a hard time these past few days."

“Yes, I’ve been quite tired lately.” Mostima openly admitted this, then straddled him, picked up the bottle on the other side, and downed it in one gulp. “I’ve almost forgotten how long it’s been since we’ve had a proper time to relax together.”

“I don’t know either.” Yarman shook his head. He didn’t know if the time she mentioned counted as time in the Dream Realm. If not, it would be no more than five years. If it did, it would be more than five thousand years. “Tell me, which world do you want to travel to, and what do you want to buy?”

Hearing this, Mostima was taken aback. She looked at Yarman beneath her and said strangely, "It's strange that you would invite me out to play, especially to another world. Weren't you always worried that we would be killed if we went out?"

“The past is the past, and the present is the present. Things are different now.” Yarman said matter-of-factly. Before, he was just an Old One, but now he is an Outer God, an Outer God equivalent to a great world. Looking at the entire multiverse, there are not many who can compete with him.

As he spoke, he slowly opened his arms and said confidently, "As long as I don't go to a world like my hometown, I can come and go freely in other worlds. Nothing can stop my existence. But even if I go back to my hometown, my strength will have already entered the top fifty!"

"First fifty?"

"There are probably fifty Outer Gods in my hometown," Yarman said somewhat uncertainly. He hadn't been back for a long time and didn't know if any new Outer Gods had appeared. The foundation of the Cthulhu world was too strong, and there was also the unfathomable Azathoth.

Sitting on the underwater steps, Yarman said leisurely, "In any case, I do have the right to relax now. I don't need to work so hard to improve my strength like before, and there's no way to improve quickly anymore."

Leaning back against Yarman, Mostima said casually, "Then let's go. Let's go somewhere cool. Summers are so hot these days, I don't know why."

"It's probably because the world has gotten bigger, the amount of data processed by the star servers has increased, and the heat has increased as well," Yarman said casually, holding Mostima. Terra still has only one star and sixteen planets, but its size has reached the level of a large world.

The reason is simple: after absorbing the world where the Dao Lord was located, Terra's world structure underwent a slight change. It changed from the original planetary world to a world with the original seventeen planets as the core and the world layer as the main body. The ratio of the new planets to the world layer is about 1:3854.

The newly formed planets were no longer as large as the original sixteen planets, and there were no new stars at all. The original path was completely derailed by the annexation of the world.

So where are we going?

"How would I know? How about we go to Tesla's planet? It's covered in snow all year round, a great place to escape the summer heat."

"Oh no, there are icebergs everywhere, not a single scenic view."

"Then...shall we go to the magic world? The scenery there is amazing."

"No, it's too hot."

"So where do you want to go?"

“I want to go to… a beautiful, vibrant ice and snow world.” Mostima thought for a long time before making a request similar to “a colorful black,” and then stared at Yarman.

Yarman sat on the steps, somewhat bewildered, and said, "Vibrant life, a world of ice and snow, how did you put these two completely opposite words together? How is that possible? You either choose vibrant life or a world of ice and snow, there's no such thing as a vibrant world of ice and snow!"

"How about I go to the Dreamland and create a virtual world like this for you right now?" Yarman looked at Mostima and asked her hesitantly. Creating such a world wouldn't be difficult for him.

Upon hearing that they were going to create one in the Dreamland, Mostima immediately lost interest. "Forget about it. If I wanted to create such a world, I could do it myself."

"What should we do? Where should we go?" Yarman scratched his head, a little confused. The two of them had already been to every world they could go to, and now there was nowhere left to go.

Just as he was deep in thought, the Samsara Space suddenly sent him a letter. The letter was very simple, inviting him to suppress a rebellious Great World. The Samsara Space had decided to exterminate this Great World, and the strong who participated in this operation would receive a share of the Great World.

“I’ve suddenly found a place we can go.” Yalman slowly looked at Mostima beside him and asked, “Would you like to fight against someone of the same level to improve your strength?”

“Has anyone asked you to help out this time?” Mostima asked calmly.

“It was one of the great worlds under the Samsara Space that rebelled. All the Samsaras they deployed inside were killed, and the Samsara Space’s mark on it was also erased,” Yarman said calmly, holding Mostima. “They invited me to suppress that great world.”

Mostima's first thought was about security: "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"If I can't solve this, then the Samsara Space will definitely collapse." Yarman remained as confident as ever. There were only a handful of Outer God-level experts in the entire Samsara Space. The only variable was how many Outer God-level experts the opposing Great World actually had.

“In that case, let’s go to that world!” Mostima said casually. It had been a long time since she had fought anyone, and there was bound to be a tough battle ahead, so she might as well use that great world to practice first.

"Then it's decided!"

…………

Three days later, the Great World of Reincarnation.

Yalman took Mostima's hand and walked out of the portal. Looking at the huge, milky-white palace before him, he examined it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, this is it. Let's go." With that, the two of them held hands and walked into the milky-white palace together.

Looking at the conference table that had been placed in the center of the hall, Yarman glanced at the nameplates on the table, then led Mostima to the chair with his name on it and sat down. He slowly looked around, taking in all the people who were already seated, and they were indeed all strong individuals.

They were all ordinary strongmen, probably at the level of rulers, none of them were at the level of outer gods. If he wanted to, he could probably wipe them out completely in about fifteen seconds.

After a while, the other seats gradually filled up, and finally, only the middle chair remained empty. A man in a black suit and wearing a monocle walked up and sat in the main seat.

Looking at Samsara sitting in the main seat, Yarman was stunned for a moment. Then, after taking a closer look, he raised his eyebrows in shock. He finally saw Samsara's true strength. He was indeed an Outer God!

Samsara also noticed Yarman's gaze. A look of shock flashed in his eyes, followed by a bright smile. Now, he didn't even need to lift a finger!

Chapter 273: Sacrificing the World to Achieve Self-Improvement

"Well then, let's leave it at that. The world coordinates have been given to you all. You may proceed as you see fit. Meeting adjourned!" Samsara announced the adjournment with a smile, then looked at Yarman beside her. "Mr. Yarman, please wait a moment. Let's talk."

Looking at Samsara sitting in the main seat, Yarman nodded calmly. Samsara probably wanted him to take the lead, after all, he was now a fully-fledged Outer God, one of the top powerhouses in the multiverse.

After watching the other powerful figures leave, Yarman turned to look at Samsara, "I really didn't expect you to be an Outer God-level expert. I didn't even realize it at the time. Using your divine body as the main god and connecting the various worlds, impressive! But it's not surprising, after all, you are the master of the Samsara Great World."

“Mr. Yarman is the one who surprised me!” Samsara waved his hand with a smile and said gently, “When I saw Mr. Yarman, I knew that you must be someone with a powerful backer and that you would definitely become a world-class powerhouse in the future, but I didn’t expect you to achieve it so quickly.”

"Judging from your current state, it seems you have already passed the most dangerous cognitive hurdle. Your strength has stabilized, your body has a continuous flow of energy, and the laws around you are complete. You are already in the Great World state." Samsara looked at Yarman and was more and more amazed. The other party's growth rate was too fast.

Hearing her increasingly sycophantic praise, Yarman quickly interrupted him, "Alright, alright, stop talking. Just tell me what you need me to do? Is it to keep things under control or something?"

"The main hope is that you can go and keep order. However, if you are interested, you can also go and spar with the experts from that great world. But the strongest expert in that world is only a half-step great world expert." A look of disdain flashed in Samsara's eyes. They dare to resist with such little strength.

If his divine body hadn't transformed into a supreme god and couldn't be easily transferred away, he would have personally taken action long ago, forcibly shattering and completely dismantling that great world, and then supplying it to the Samsara Great World to devour.

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Yarman thought for a moment, then looked up and asked, "How many reincarnators died in that world? How many of them were elite reserves? How many were lone wolves?"