A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“Alright, enough joking around. I’m here to sponsor you.” Yarman looked at him and said admiringly, “I see you’re about to advance to the Great World level, and I wanted to sponsor your advancement.”

"why?"

"Because my organization is in conflict with the Reincarnation Space, a very serious conflict. The Reincarnation Space is blocking our way." Yarman's tone was calm but tinged with hatred as he raised the magical artifact in his hand. "We hope that after you advance, you can give the Reincarnation Space a good beating!"

With that, he tossed out the magical artifact in his hand, saying, "There are quite a few corpses of powerful individuals inside. I'm giving it to you. I wish you success in your advancement." After tossing it, he didn't care whether the man caught it or not, and turned to leave.

Chapter 278: Do you know how annoying a halo can be?

Holding the magical artifact that Yarman had thrown to him, he examined it several times before carefully opening the space inside. What came into view was a large pile of corpses of various powerful beings, including many powerful beings from the Reincarnation Space, and even a few corpses of powerful beings who had just died.

"Who exactly is that person..." He casually shut down the magical artifact, looked in the direction the person had left, and fell into deep thought. To be able to break through so many layers of protection without alerting anyone and arrive in front of him, the person's strength must be at least at the limit of the Dao Fruit realm, a super strong person who is about to advance to the Great World level.

Looking at his golden robe, it was indeed extravagantly luxurious, especially the pattern on the back. Even he found it difficult to read the laws contained within it. The organization behind him must be extraordinary, probably on the same level as the Samsara Space, both being super organizations with world-level powerhouses.

In addition to the corpse of a powerful being from the Samsara Space within the magical artifact, he felt that this person must truly belong to another organization. He came here genuinely to sponsor him in his fight against the Samsara Space and to drag it down. He had also examined the corpse and found no hidden tricks left behind by the other party.

Thinking of this, he decisively took out the corpse of a powerful figure, placed his hand on the corpse, and began to frantically devour the remaining laws and energy within it, accelerating his advancement.

Hidden in the void, Yarman watched the supreme expert begin to feast and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. That's right, keep eating, eat as much as you can, get yourself plump and healthy, and your chances of advancement will be higher, and the great world you create will be stronger and more valuable.

"Eat up, eat up, eat your fill, you won't have the chance to eat again." Yarman sneered and muttered, then turned and left the center of the galactic center, returning to the planet where Mostima was located.

The matter here has been resolved, and the other party has started eating. In a few more days, he should be able to reap the rewards!

Looking at the smiling Yarman beside him, Mostima immediately understood that the other party must have succeeded. He had successfully delivered those corpses, which had been catalyzed by life energy, into that person's hands and watched him eat them.

"How much longer until we go back?" Mostima asked casually, the matter already settled.

Standing to the side, Yarman said seriously, "It will take no more than a week for that person to complete the promotion... as long as he works hard enough to finish eating all those corpses."

Mostima listened and nodded, then smiled and said, "So what should we do next?"

"Would you like to relax a bit?" Yarman walked slowly to her side, put his arm around her waist, and said, "There are still many wonders in this world. If you'd like, we can go and see them one by one."

Hearing this, Mostima readily agreed, "Okay, let's go have some fun! Do you have any recommendations?"

"That depends on what type you want to go to. There are quite a few interesting planets in the Galactic Heart, some completely primitive, some technologically advanced, some ancient, and some with extreme climates..."

"Alright, stop talking. Let's go somewhere technologically advanced." Mostima interrupted him, saying seriously, "I've realized that when it comes to having fun, only technologically advanced civilizations can come up with all the tricks."

"Alright, let's go to a technologically advanced planet then!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them vanished from the spot.

The next second, the two appeared on a brand new planet. Standing on the ground, the surrounding high-rise buildings were like mountain peaks, densely connected together. The only gaps between the high-rise buildings were asphalt roads, and the streetlights around them were always on, illuminating the dim roads.

“I feel like we’re in a valley,” Mostima said, looking up at the narrow strip of sky above her. It felt like a primeval forest, with towering mountains all around, though they were all man-made, high-tech peaks.

Yarman looked at the people on the surrounding street and raised his eyebrows in surprise. No two of them looked exactly alike. Each person had something different about them. Some had extra wings, some had colorful skin, and some were covered in mechanical parts.

But his authority over life told him that these people were all essentially the same; they were all human beings who had voluntarily undergone biological modification surgery, adding many strange things to themselves.

"Is the bio-modification technology here already this advanced?" Yarman murmured in surprise. They could add limbs at will without any rejection reaction. In their hands, the human body was like a machine, which could be freely assembled and modified.

Mostima shuddered, unable to bear it any longer. The aesthetics of the people on this planet were simply too bizarre for her. Hair was one thing—they came in all sorts of shapes—but the skin color was another matter entirely. White, blue, green, and blonde were all acceptable, but rainbow colors…

Isn't this performance art too avant-garde? It's practically the avant-garde of avant-garde art!

While Mostima was still looking at the world before her with curiosity and shock, Yarman had already resolved the issue of their identities on this planet. He took out two cards from his pocket, put one of them into her hand, and said, "Take this. We'll use this to play for the time being."

"Hmm? Oh." Mostima casually put the card into her pocket, and looked at the people on the street and complained, "Look at these people, they're so weird, how could they make themselves like this?"

"Yes, I'm wondering the same thing. Don't they feel uncomfortable watching this?"

Just as the two were talking, a strangely-looking man approached them, greeted them with a camera, and then sincerely said, "Gentlemen, your makeovers are absolutely stunning! They're so harmonious. May I take a few photos of you?"

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance and finally understood why so many people on the street were turning their heads to look at them. They were being mistaken for humans who had also undergone the same modifications, and even the very good-looking ones at that.

But in reality, the two of them were always like this, without any modifications.

"Excuse me, is that alright?" the man asked, holding a camera, his tone slightly expectant. "I can pay you both."

“No need, go ahead and take pictures if you want,” Yarman said with a smile. Mostima nodded in agreement. The two of them were just out having fun and didn’t care about such formalities.

The two stood together, took a few photos of the man, and then continued walking forward.

As Yarman walked and laughed, he said, "Maybe in a few months, there will be many more cyborgs in the world with halos above their heads and virtual wing modules on their backs."

“Then they’ll regret it,” Mostima said with a smile. “Once they’ve donned the halo, they’ll know just how annoying this thing is when it’s sleeping.”

Before she mastered the technique to turn off the halo, it was really annoying to her. Even after it turned black, it was still so bright that it kept you awake at night, and you still had to wear an eye mask.

This is why Lateran eye masks sell so well and why the textile industry is so developed.

Chapter 279: The Harvest Season Has Arrived

Seven days later.

Slowly sitting up in the hotel bed, Yarman patted Mostima beside him. "That guy is about to become a world-class being. This planet is about to be drained dry. We should go."

"Hmm..." Mostima sat up, stretched, and gave a languid response. She said listlessly, "If we're drained dry, will this planet die immediately?"

“No, that won’t happen.” Yarman thought for a moment and shook his head. A world this vast, even if it were truly drained, wouldn’t be destroyed in a short time. Instead, it would slowly crack, shatter, and disintegrate. The whole process would take about three thousand years, which is quite a long time.

Of course, this is under the condition that the planet develops normally. If the superhumans on the planet start fighting each other and the civilizations on the planet start mining the underground resources, then the lifespan of the planet will pass by rapidly.

After hearing this, Mostima immediately lay back down and said leisurely, "That's fine then. Anyway, I won't be of much use there. You can go and harvest it by yourself. I'll sleep here for a while longer."

"You're supposed to be a Dominator-level powerhouse, do you get tired so easily?"

“That depends on who’s tiring me out. No matter how powerful a ruler is, they can’t withstand the torment of an Outer God, especially one who’s been tormenting me all night,” Mostima retorted confidently. She stretched out her delicate white foot and kicked him. “You go by yourself. I’m not going.”

Seeing Mostima fall asleep again, Yarman sighed helplessly and slowly stood up. "Alright, I'll go by myself then. I'll be back soon."

"Um……"

Yarman straightened his clothes, turned and disappeared from the room. The next second, he appeared in the center of the Milky Way, looking at the person not far away who was constantly emanating terrifying auras, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems he's already devoured all those corpses." Yalman turned to look at the countless planets behind him, then at the person enveloped in the ball of light. "Is he about to start harvesting the last wave?"

Before the words were even finished, the entire star system suddenly trembled, and all the stars burst forth with light hundreds of times brighter than usual. The surrounding planets also shimmered faintly. These lights were drawn together by a tremendous gravitational force, transforming into long, thin threads of light that flowed into the cluster of light.

Standing in the void, Yarman frowned slightly as he watched a thin thread pass by. This thread was formed from the planet where the two of them were on vacation.

"Fine, I'll save you!" Yarman slowly reached out, gently pinched the silk thread, and casually cut off the thin thread. He then connected the cut end to his own body, and streams of life energy transformed into threads, continuing to supply power to the light cluster.

Looking at the ball of light that was constantly devouring the life energy within his body, Yarman said with a bit of a puzzlement, "So I've become a battery now. But it doesn't matter. I've already become a zookeeper, so what's wrong with being a battery on the side? As long as I can get a Great World-level Dao Fruit, nothing else matters!"

After providing some energy to the other party, Yarman casually dispersed the threads. He looked at the dim and lifeless star system beside him, and after a moment of silence, he sighed. After being messed with by that person, the entire star system was now ruined. In less than ten thousand years, the entire star system would be completely destroyed.

"What a tragedy. Such a good star system, ruined like this." Yarman said with some regret. To be honest, he had actually thought about packing up the whole star system and taking it with him.

But after that person pulled this stunt, there was only one planet left in the entire western part of the star that was worth taking with them, which was the planet where the two of them had been on vacation. Only that planet's potential had not been completely devoured.

After a moment of reflection, Yarman looked at the distant ball of light. His gaze suddenly became incredibly profound. The ball of light opposite him had undergone various mysterious changes. Powerful life force was evolving within the ball of light, and countless law runes rose and fell on its surface. A singularity appeared in the center of the ball of light.

As the endless energy poured into it, the singularity seemed to reach a critical value. Suddenly, the singularity exploded, and the terrifying energy, enough to split the heavens and the earth, instantly swept over his entire body. A world appeared within his body, resonating with the major acupoints in his body.

Finally, all the acupoints merged with this world, and a great world took shape within his body. At the same time, the supreme powerhouse within the ball of light officially achieved the Great World level!

Seeing that he had finally achieved the Great World level, Yarman slowly walked out of the void. Looking at the supreme powerhouse opposite him who had just achieved the Great World level and was in a state of excitement and pride, he casually cast a life spell.

Seeing Yarman attacking him from not far away, he smiled disdainfully. The spell in front of him was indeed very strong. If it were before he became a Great World level expert, he would have needed to put in a lot of effort to deal with it. But now it was different. He was already a powerful figure in all the heavens and myriad worlds!

With a casual wave of his hand, a transparent protective shield appeared in the void. Then, he turned away without looking at the result. He was absolutely confident that the spell could not penetrate his shield!

Standing still, a mocking sneer flashed across Yarman's face. This person in front of him was utterly foolish. Did he really think that by achieving the Great World level, he could go anywhere in the world? Looking at his arrogant posture and extremely careless fighting attitude, he would think he had achieved something beyond the Outer God level.

Amidst the two men's silent mockery, the spell easily pierced through the protective barrier and struck the man's back with lightning speed, instantly expelling his soul from his body.

Looking at the bewildered Primordial Spirit Supreme expert floating in the void, Yarman said mockingly, "Fool, do you really think you're invincible just because you've achieved the Great World level? Utterly foolish!"

With that, he waved his hand and grabbed the soul from afar, pulling it right in front of him. Before the person could beg for mercy, he squeezed it hard, completely dispelling the soul's consciousness and leaving only the purest primordial spirit.

"So arrogant, anyone who didn't know better would think you're Azathoth! Just a mere Great World-class being."

After absorbing the primordial spirit of this world-class fantasy cultivator into his bosom, Yarman looked at the physical body floating in the void, grabbed it, and brought it to his feet. Looking at this body containing a vast world, he couldn't help but laugh out loud with joy, "Hahahaha! All these days of hard work have not been in vain!"

“However… this human-shaped world is full of useless things… I don’t like it!” Yarman looked at the physical body in front of him, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes. He threw the body aside and cast life spells at it, carefully removing the useless dregs.

Then, by mixing life energy with the origin of the world, the removed parts are carefully repaired. Finally, an extremely sophisticated transformation technique is used to turn it into a perfect sphere.

Looking at the vast world he had refined into a sphere, Yarman nodded in satisfaction, took it all into his arms, and then turned and disappeared into the void.

The next second, he appeared in the hotel room. Seeing Mostima still sleeping on the bed, he went over and patted her pert buttocks. "Wake up, it's all over. Let's go!"

Mostima didn't respond. She simply sat up, hugged Yarman, pulled him onto the bed, and clung to him like a sloth before continuing to sleep.

Looking at her in his arms, Yarman sighed helplessly, held her close, and went to sleep with her.

Chapter 280: I took it apart, and there were at least four or five Outer God level beings.

"show me."

"What is that?" Yarman stared at the hand extended in front of him, paused, and asked with some confusion.

Mostima replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, it's that Great World!"

"Oh, that one, here you go." Yarman took out the ball he had carefully arranged from his pocket and casually placed it in Mostima's hand. He pointed to the round ball and said, "This is it. You can have it if you want it."

"Didn't you want this to enhance Terra's foundation?" Mostima asked, leaning against the headboard with the ball in her hand. She had previously said she wanted to integrate this great world into Terra, but now she was saying it was up to her.

Yarman shook his head and said confidently, "The reason is simple: Terra already has a powerful world as its engine. Adding another one would just be icing on the cake, not absolutely necessary. Besides, I've also obtained something else that is equivalent to this."

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

“This is it, the primordial spirit of the strongest being in this world.” Yarman took out a crystal-clear polyhedron, placed it in front of her, and said with a smile, “The soul crystallization of a Great World-level expert, the soul crystallization after transformation, is actually on the same level as this sphere.”

Hearing this, Mostima was stunned. "Can a Great World-level being give birth to two Great World-level things? Can you be dismantled and then dismantled into two Great World-level items?"

"I could probably break it down into four or five pieces," Yarman said somewhat uncertainly. His core Tree of Life array alone was an Outer God-level item, not to mention his tentacles and starry black mist, his three eye discs, his giant eye sphere body, and his soul crystal.

If you add them all up, there are probably five. If you also include Terra and other items that belong to him, you could easily break them down into seven or eight Outer God-level items.

Upon closer examination, he suddenly realized that he was actually quite wealthy, as he was a treasure trove of resources.

After listening to Yarman's words, Mostima nodded as if she understood. She turned around and hugged Yarman, resting her head on him, and said jokingly, "Then I'll have to keep a close eye on you, or I'll suffer a big loss."

"You only realize it now? I'm very valuable!" Yarman pulled Mostima into his arms and leaned against her leisurely, saying, "By the way, have you had enough sleep? We're getting ready to go back."

"Okay, let's go back then." Mostima nodded with a smile; she had been having a lot of fun these past few days. "By the way, what are you going to do with this planet? Just leave it here?"

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head indifferently, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether we take it or not. Terra doesn't need another planet right now, and I've also made an agreement with Samsara that after taking that supreme being, I won't take anything from here. Theoretically, this planet belongs to him too."

Hearing this, Mostima asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you keeping your promise like this?"

“Because Samsara is also an Outer God, and a universal Outer God.” Yarman shook his tail, which she was holding, and said calmly, “He just dismantled himself and became the Samsara Space. As long as he wants, he can pull himself back at any time and become an Outer God again.”

"To put it simply, the universal Outer God is like a big lump of meat that's the same everywhere, while Reincarnation is like a big lump of meat that's the same everywhere, but cut open and scattered all over the place, understand?"

“Actually, there are quite a few Outer Gods in the myriad worlds, but what is rare are Outer Gods in a common state, that is, beings who still possess Outer God-level strength outside their own world.” Yarman explained seriously: “Any administrator of a great world, after completely mastering the world, is an Outer God-level powerhouse.”

Mostima listened and nodded seriously. "It sounds like... someone who's only good at bullying their own kind."

"...Not quite accurate, but it's true." Yarman thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Those who can only possess god-level combat power within their own world are essentially bullies at home. Their absolute suppression is only effective against the strong in their own world and has no use against outsiders.

"So, do they count as Outer God-level powerhouses?"

“Yes, of course they count! Don’t think that just because they’re tough on their own, they’re just ordinary faction leaders!” Yarman looked at her and said with a smile, “Even if they go out, they have overwhelming combat power against the Dominators. They’re weak relative to Outer Gods like us.”

"Besides, if you want to destroy a great world, you have to go inside to destroy it, right? Since you have to go inside, you will naturally have to face the outer god-level administrators. In that case, they are outer gods."

Hearing his explanation, Mostima nodded thoughtfully. She nodded and said, "Alright, let's go back."

"Okay, let's go back."

…………

Terra, the Emperor of Life.

The two returned to Yarman's office. Yarman glanced at his desk, then walked over with a puzzled look, picked up a document, and flipped through it. "Weren't all the recent documents supposed to be handled by the Doctor? Why are they being sent to me? What is this?"

"Hmm? What document? Let me see?" Mostima leaned closer to take a look, then pointed to the insignia on it and said, "This is a document submitted to you by your clan."

“I know.” Yarman nodded, opened the file bag, took out a piece of paper, glanced at it casually, then raised an eyebrow. He slowly sat down in the chair and began to look at it seriously.

Mostima, who was standing next to him, walked up behind him, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the documents with him.

"I never expected them to go this far!" ×2

The two exclaimed in unison that they had only been gone for a few days, and such a conflict had already arisen within the Divine Court, allowing the external enemy to grow stronger, funding the enemy's super weapons, killing informants to erase traces, and almost killing a God-King in the end.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. It hadn't been long, and things had almost turned upside down.

"How do you plan to handle this?" Mostima asked, looking at him. The Silver God-King was currently asleep in his own world, and the entire Terra was on edge because of this, and had begun a frantic purge.