A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Yarman held the report in his hand, thought for a long time, and then casually threw it aside. "The doctor has already warned them. They didn't pay attention, and they deserve this fate."

“But!” Yarman suddenly changed his tone, saying somewhat angrily, “The Doctor and his group are selling annihilation missiles to wizards from another world and letting them grow stronger! This cannot be let go!”

In his view, this was a political frame-up orchestrated by the Doctor to gain a voice within the Divine Court. He used this conspiracy to depose a powerful god-king who opposed him, thereby intimidating others.

While he supports the Doctor's desire to gain a voice, he does not support this approach of engaging in political struggle at the expense of Terra and seriously affecting the security of the Terra world!

He picked up the phone and dialed Laurentina's number. "Hello? Laurentina? I know, I know. Go find the Doctor and Kal'tsit now and tell them to come here right now! ...Yes, right now, within sixty seconds of me finishing speaking!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone, pointed to the chair next to him, and said to Mostima, "You sit down too."

Mostima nodded and sat down to the side, waiting for the two to arrive.

Chapter 281: Doctor: I'm the one who resold weapons.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman quietly stared at the office door, while Mostima sat beside him, toying with a large, spherical toy. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely heavy.

"Sizzle~~~~!"

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the doctor, dressed in a black robe, walked into the office. He was about to ask what had happened when he was startled by the heavy atmosphere in the room. The two men staring straight at him, as if trying to find out every thought in his mind, made him feel at a loss.

Kal'tsit, who followed him in, was much calmer. Seeing the situation before her and looking at the document on the table, she immediately understood everything. Their actions had finally been exposed.

With a slight sigh, Kal'tsit walked up to the Doctor, pulled him to the two of them, and calmly pulled out a chair to sit down. She didn't say anything, but just sat there, looking at the two of them who were scrutinizing her.

"..."×4

As the two doctors sat down, the atmosphere in the office became increasingly tense. There was no communication between the four of them; they simply stared at each other silently. The office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Sitting in his chair, the Doctor kept his head down, barely daring to breathe. He was trying to figure out why the other person had called them here. Was it because he had been caught secretly selling Originium at a low price, or because he had been discovered attending Harry's party while the Doctor was away?

Or perhaps he was caught accepting Harry's little gift and arranging for them to ship an extra amount of the huge order from the wizarding world?

Thinking about this, the doctor felt extremely uneasy. He had done far too many illegal operations. Although most of them were harmless, they were not good things at all. He didn't know which one had been discovered.

Finally, under such a heavy atmosphere, he could no longer hold back. He took the initiative to look at the two people staring at him and asked Yalman, who was sitting in the middle of the desk, "Um... is there something you need?"

Upon hearing this, a chilling smile suddenly appeared on Yarman's cold face. His eyes twitched slightly, and then he said gently, "Actually, it's very simple. Someone told me that Terra has not been very peaceful lately. Some of the top weapons of the Divine Court have been mysteriously disappearing and finally appearing in the Dream Realm."

As he spoke, he rested his elbows on the table, his long fingers intertwined, leaned forward slightly, and smiled at the two people in front of him, saying casually, "I remember that I approved three annihilation missiles for Rhodes Island before, I wonder how they are doing now."

"This...you should know..."

“You’re right, you’re right.” Yarman seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his forehead, shook his head, and said with a smile, “Rhodes Island’s security has always been very good, and I have complete trust in Rhodes Island’s security, but do you know, something big happened in Terra.”

“……?” ×2

The two exchanged a puzzled look. What major event had happened that they, both in Terra, were completely unaware of?

"It's... the Silver God King was attacked by an otherworldly wizard hiding in the Dream Realm!" Yarman revealed the answer. He stared at the two people opposite him and said in a vacant tone, "The other party paid the price of their life to successfully severely injure the Silver God King, causing him to fall into a slumber of at least three hundred years."

"..."×2

After listening to his words, the two exchanged a glance and this time they understood. So this was the important matter. They knew about it because it was the two of them who planned and executed it.

After glancing at the two people opposite him, Yarman slowly leaned back in his chair, exchanged a glance with Mostima, who was playing with the World Ball next to him, and then smiled at each other, both understanding each other's thoughts.

Mostima casually placed the ball on the table, stood up, walked over to Kal'tsit, patted her on the shoulder, and smiled at the two puzzled people, saying, "Kal'tsit, come out with me for a moment, I have something to discuss with you." After saying that, he forcibly pulled her up, ignoring their objections.

Then she put one hand on Kal'tsit's shoulder, pulled her into her arms, and forcibly dragged her out of the office. With the sound of the door closing, only the Doctor and Yarman remained in the office.

The doctor glanced fearfully at the closed door behind him, swallowed hard, looked up at Yarman, and then quickly lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, no longer looking at the smiling man.

"Wutong, do you know that this time, the otherworldly wizards were actually able to launch annihilation missiles at the Silver God King? It's really worrying! How did they get them? It's really worrying!"

Yarman suddenly began to ask questions. He casually looked to the side and said something, then his eyes shifted slightly and locked onto the doctor, like an eagle circling in the sky staring at a target on the ground.

"This..." The doctor broke out in a cold sweat, and he stammered, at a loss for words.

"You may not realize it yet, but this missile reseller might be a member of the Divine Court."

Hearing this, the doctor panicked even more. He blinked repeatedly, his body trembling slightly. "No way."

Why not?

Yarman countered, calmly stating, "The Energy Annihilation Missile is a secret weapon of the Divine Court, the most powerful missile among conventional weapons. Ordinary people have no chance of obtaining it; it's only possible that it was sold off by an insider."

"..."

"Perhaps he is a member of a very high status, holding an important position in the Divine Court, such as a minister."

Upon hearing this, the doctor shook his head rapidly, waving his hand with an extremely tense expression.

"Fine, whatever happens, I'm going to investigate this thoroughly!" Yarman slowly stood up and began pacing leisurely around the office. "Reselling the Divine Court's secret weapons to hostile forces is absolutely unacceptable! I must catch that person!"

As he spoke, he slowly walked up behind the doctor, placed his hands on the doctor's chair, and said firmly above the doctor's head, "When I find that person, I will deal with him seriously!" With that, he slammed his hand on the back of the chair.

The doctor was also startled by the sudden tap. He was already feeling guilty, and the tap made him even more frightened.

Yalman walked back to his chair, picked up the water glass on the table, took a leisurely sip, and then slowly sat down. He pointed to the doctor opposite him and said, "I'm leaving this matter to you! Go and find out who it is!"

"May I?"

Upon hearing this, the Doctor felt utterly devastated. He sighed deeply, looked at Yarman opposite him, and said with a resolute tone, "Your Majesty, there is something I think you should know."

"Okay, go ahead and say it."

"The person who trades in goods capable of annihilating missiles isn't actually hiding in the fog of mystery." The doctor calmly shrugged and looked at him, saying, "That person is me."

Looking at Yarman, who was slightly raising his eyebrows, his expression remained extremely calm. "Yes, I am the one who sold the energy annihilation missile to the wizards of another world and orchestrated the serious injury to the Silver God King."

Chapter 282: Mostima: I Too Will Become an Outer God

Looking at the calm doctor across from him, Yarman nodded, picked up the file on the table, casually tossed it in front of him, and said, "I understand, take a look."

Looking at the document in front of him, the doctor slowly picked it up and flipped through it. When he saw a small mark in the lower right corner, he paused for a moment, then immediately looked up at the calm Yarman. He immediately understood that he had survived this ordeal, that he had told the truth, and that this matter was over.

He took out the documents and carefully looked through them. Then he looked up at the calm Yarman across from him, shrugged, and said helplessly, "Actually, I had no choice in this matter. That person is indeed... you know, so I had to resort to this."

Slowly, Yarman retrieved the file from the desktop, carefully put it away in the bottom drawer of his desk, and then said sternly, "I know that's why, so I won't punish you this time. However, I hope you can promise that there won't be a next time!"

“…Okay, I promise.” The doctor looked at Yarman, who was staring intently at him, and nodded seriously.

After the doctor nodded, Yarman waved his hand casually and said easily, "Then let's leave it at that. You don't need to worry about the Silver God King anymore. I've already sent someone to check on him. We're going to talk about something else in a bit, about those otherworldly wizards."

Hearing this, the doctor was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why can't we talk now?"

“Because Mostima hasn’t arrived yet… Now it’s alright.” Yarman looked up at the open door, then at Mostima, who was slowly walking to his side and picking up the World Ball to play with again. “Where’s Kal’tsit?”

“I sent her back first. What happens next has nothing to do with her,” Mostima said without looking up. She was now focused on studying the Great World Sphere in her hand, seemingly trying to find clues to advance to the Great World level.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at the doctor opposite him. He leaned back in his chair and said casually, "While we were away, how much information did you gather about those otherworldly wizards?"

“That’s quite a lot.” The doctor thought for a moment and said seriously, “First, the world is called the Wizarding World, and the extraordinary system is, as the name suggests, the wizarding system; second, they are an organized world with a main world and countless conquered subsidiary worlds.”

"Third, the pinnacle of their power system is the Outer God level, and they have multiple Outer God level wizards; fourth, the alliance within the chat group was established and controlled by them."

After saying that, the doctor looked at Yarman across from him, waiting for an answer, since he knew he couldn't handle this matter.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman pondered for a long time before letting out a slight sigh. The other party did indeed possess Outer God-level combat power, but he hadn't expected to have multiple Outer God-level individuals. It seemed he would have to go back to his hometown to recruit talent.

Thinking of this, he sighed again, looked at the professor opposite him, and asked seriously, "Do you know how the Wizarding World is preparing? Or rather, when do they plan to make their move?"

Yarman no longer expected the other side to give up. The chat group was such a big piece of the pie, and the other side was bound to want a bite. He just didn't know when the other side would be ready. He didn't want to face a blitzkrieg, especially with such a powerful opponent. He was afraid he would be sunk by accident.

"This..." The doctor pondered for a moment, then shook his head helplessly. "I'm not quite sure, but according to the wizards' descriptions, it shouldn't be far off. They've already prepared all sorts of supplies, and the Alliance is overflowing with all kinds of combat materials, and there are even a lot of starships."

After hearing his words, Yarman sighed helplessly. It seemed that the other side was almost ready and just waiting for a blitzkrieg. Fortunately, Terra's defense system was also almost complete.

Thinking of the defense system, Yarman asked again, "What about the other worlds? Have they made any preparations? Have you told them about this? We don't want the entire chat group to be left with only Terra as the sole survivor when war breaks out. In that case, there's no need to fight; we might as well just surrender."

"It's not that serious. I already mentioned this in the previous meeting, and they've started to take it seriously," the doctor said with a serious expression, knowing the gravity of the matter.

Yarman sat in the chair and thought for a moment, then looked at the doctor. "Alright, is there anything else you want to tell me? If not, you can go back on your own."

"Then I'm leaving." Upon hearing this, the doctor immediately stood up and left the office.

Watching the doctor leave, Yarman sighed again. He turned to Mostima, who was playing with the World Ball, and reached out to take it, but then thought for a moment and withdrew his hand. "Never mind, you keep this thing."

"Do you need it? You can take it."

“No, I just wanted to see if I could turn this into a weapon.” Yarman looked at Mostima beside him, gave a forced smile, and said with worry, “Terra can’t withstand the full-scale attack of the Wizarding World. I need some powerful helpers.”

“In that case, why don’t you invite the Samsara Space to help you fight the Wizarding World?” Mostima said leisurely. “Besides, we also have the Cthulhu World here.”

“Yes, yes,” Yarman replied, still looking worried. He was not used to the feeling of handing his fate over to others. He wanted to control the fate of his own world, preferably Terra itself could withstand the attack of the Wizarding World without the need for external forces.

If you rely on external forces, what if those forces can't handle it? Wouldn't you be completely finished then?

Sitting in his chair, Yarman pondered for a long time before starting to write letters. He planned to write three letters: one to his hometown, one to the Reincarnation Space, and one to Scranton.

In his view, among all the chat groups, including his own connections, the only ones who could contribute to this event were the Reincarnation Space, the Cthulhu World, and the Scranton World. As for Terra, he could barely be considered one, especially considering the Great World Sphere and Soul Crystal he brought with him this time.

Integrating these two into the overall defense system of Terra should be able to help.

After carefully sealing the three letters he had written, Yarman sent them out through various channels. Then he let out a soft sigh and leaned back in his chair.

He turned to Mostima, a mixture of anticipation and helplessness in his eyes, and said, "If only you could also reach the Outer God level, I wouldn't have to worry so much. Sigh, one tree can't support a forest!"

Hearing this, Mostima remained silent. Holding the large World Ball, she slowly stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm leaving now. I'm taking this ball with me. Don't bother me for the time being."

"Huh? What are you doing...?"

"Achieve world-class status and help alleviate your pressure!"

Volume 5

Organize the plot, take a day off

The author can't think of anything to write; nothing can be written today.

I'll think about how to write the rest, and I'll update as usual tomorrow.

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Chapter 283: We Need a Batch of Space Marines

three months later.

Dreamland, Emperor of Life, Yarman's office.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman looked at the report in front of him, then at the standing doctor. He pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Alright, sit down. Don't just stand there like an idiot."

The doctor quickly walked to the chair and sat down, looking at Yarman across from him and anxiously asking, "What should we do?"

"What to do? Solve the problem, what to do?" Yalman replied matter-of-factly. He looked at the report in front of him, pointed to the names on it, and said, "Are you sure all of these people are dead?"

"Yes, not a single one survived," the doctor said in a deep voice. He was also surprised when he received the report. The other side had actually wiped out all the troops they had sent out to garrison in one go, without even trying to hide it. They had simply made it clear that they had been wiped out.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman said with a slight headache, "What do they think?"

"No, they didn't say anything except that they were shocked and had a strong desire to fight." The doctor said with a bit of helplessness as he sat in his chair. He was really impressed with the other committee members. It was already obvious that war was going to break out, yet they were still so careless.

As far as he knew, Lin Yi, Dumbledore, and Scranton were not ready yet, not even the defense system was completed, and there was virtually no preparation of other war materials.

Hearing this, Yarman felt even more troubled. He sighed deeply and said helplessly, "Forget about them, let's take care of ourselves first. How are our supplies?"

"We have completed the establishment of the internal circulation system. As long as it is not breached, it can basically continue indefinitely," the doctor said confidently. He and his team had checked the entire process from beginning to end, and there was absolutely no problem.

Upon learning that Terra had completed the establishment of its internal circulation, Yarman breathed a slight sigh of relief. This was somewhat good, as it at least ensured combat endurance and prevented them from becoming exhausted during the fight.

He slowly stood up from his chair, looked at the Doctor seriously, and said, "I'll have to keep an eye on things during this time. Mostima has gone to the End of Time for seclusion to conduct research, and I'm also planning to go to the lab with Vegapunk to work on something. I won't have time to look after Terra's affairs."

"What are you trying to create?" the doctor asked, somewhat puzzled. He felt that Terra's defenses were already complete, with internal and external defense systems in place. What else was needed?

Yarman looked at him and explained, "You need to understand that the most crucial thing in war is people. Look at the situation in the chat group right now. Such a large-scale war can't be won with Terra's natural birth rate. We need more soldiers, more powerful soldiers!"

The doctor nodded. "I know that fighting requires manpower, but don't you already have a clan? Those monsters are so strong, and after you advanced to Outer God, you even gave them targeted enhancements. They're almost as strong as faction leaders!"

"..."

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"Do you know how much world essence it takes to create a single familiar?" Yarman smiled at him, slowly extending a hand and waving it in front of him. "That's all!"

"Fifty thousand trading points?"

Five hundred million!

"Ah!" The doctor was startled. He had always thought those were low-end mass-produced goods, the kind that produce a whole litter from one litter. He never expected that the cost of one would be so high, more than his annual salary.

Yarman picked up the wine glass on the table, took a small sip, and said with a sneer, "My kin are certainly useful, but if we fight with this stuff, after the war is over, Terra can declare bankruptcy."

“So, do you know what I’m trying to say? We need a batch of low-cost, mass-producible, highly combat-capable, resilient, and intelligent warriors.” Yarman looked at the doctor and said calmly, “Creating such a thing is not a simple matter.”

As he spoke, he stood up again and walked out of the office. "Fortunately, I had already come up with some ideas when I was helping you with the modifications. With Vegapunk's help, we should be able to produce this before the war. Mass production will take some time."

Following him out of the office and into the laboratory, the doctor asked curiously, "So what's the name of your mass-production soldier program?"