A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“I think it’s alright, it’s past the passing grade.” Mostima leaned back in her chair and said calmly, pointing to the letter in front of her. “Besides, these warriors are still blank slates, they are inherently lacking, but we can make up for it later, for example, by letting them come into contact with the supernatural system.”

Mostima's tone was calm. "They are produced as a bunch of blank soldiers. Once they are put into the superhuman system, they will grow at an astonishing speed. In just a little time, they will become top-level warriors. Their potential is still very great."

“This…maybe it works.” Yarman nodded slowly, then pointed to the equipment area and said, “And these equipment, well, to be honest, they’re just at the level of being neither the best nor the worst. They’re at the limit of cost-effectiveness. They’re really cheap, but they’re also really bad.”

Sitting in his chair, he said with a hint of distress, "But right now, I really don't have any good solutions. Improving technology isn't something that can be done overnight."

“Perhaps you could seek help from Reincarnation.” Mostima’s tone remained calm. “Reincarnation Space has been established for so many years, it must have accumulated a lot of good technologies. With your status, you should be able to buy quite a few at a low price. You can then integrate these technologies into our system, and that will solve the problem.”

“…You’re right, absolutely right!” Yarman nodded earnestly, his gaze burning as he looked at Mostima. “How come I never thought of such a shortcut!”

“Because you always prefer to solve everything by yourself,” Mostima said with a smile, bluntly adding, “And you happen to be very capable, which is why you solve almost all the problems.”

"……this……"

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked away and muttered, "I know, I'll change."

“Yes, I believe you can do it.” Mostima nodded with a smile, then looked at Yarman seriously, her voice becoming incredibly ethereal, “I may not be able to spend the next few months with you. I need to leave my affairs here to you; I don’t have time to deal with them myself.”

Hearing the ethereal quality in her voice, almost identical to Yog's, Yarman was startled. He slowly asked, "Are you about to become an Outer God? Are you ready?"

“One great world is enough.” The last trace of emotion in Mostima’s eyes vanished, leaving only a calm, cold emptiness. Her voice sounded like a synthesized tone. “I’m leaving now.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only an empty chair behind.

Looking at Mostima, which was about to be developed, Yarman paused for a moment, remained seated in his chair for a long time without getting up. He looked at the wine glass in front of him, which still contained some wine, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, then turned to leave.

He suddenly understood Mostima's feelings when he watched him leave. The other party had said that everything would be fine, and rationally he knew that nothing would happen, but he just couldn't help but overthink.

Just as he stepped out of the office, Yarman suddenly stopped and looked to the side. "Grace?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am here."

“You’ll stay here during this time… never mind, if Mostima does anything unusual, notify me immediately, understand?” Yarman said, looking at the masked woman beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After she bowed in greeting, Yarman left the End of Time quickly with a blank expression.

Chapter 292: Everyone Actually Wants a War

Three weeks later, in the office.

Leaning back in his chair, Yarman looked at the doctor opposite him and casually asked, "What happened again? You seem to be in a hurry."

"Well... it's not really in a rush, but you seem to have a lot of free time!" The Doctor looked at Yarman, who was leisurely drinking and chatting with him sideways. "Don't you have any research to do?"

Yarman placed his glass on the table and sat up straight. "Vegapunk asked me to retrieve the dead scientists from the River of Time so they could help him with his experiments. I agreed. The entire lab is full of experts now. One more or one less won't make a difference."

"What about Mostima? Hasn't she always wanted you to spend more time with her?" the doctor asked, looking at Yarman. He remembered that Mostima had always been unhappy about Yarman running around everywhere.

“She’s currently preparing to achieve Outer God status and has gone into seclusion to cultivate. She doesn’t have time,” Yarman replied casually. The Terran Divine Court has always been operating on its own, and the laboratory is managed by Vegapunk. It also communicates with other worlds in the chat group, and the Doctor and Kal’tsit help with the work.

So now, he's actually quite free. Everyone else has taken care of everything, so he has nothing to do.

Yarman waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, stop asking so many questions and just tell me what you want me to do! You wouldn't come here without a reason."

"Well, actually, it's like this, Rhodes Island recently... By the way, do you remember Columbia?" The Doctor straightened up and asked in a serious tone.

Yarman sat in his chair, slightly raising his head as he pondered. After a while, he lowered his head somewhat awkwardly and began looking around. Soon, he identified his target.

He casually picked up a ceramic cup from the side, pointed to the mark on it, and said, "I know, this ceramic cup of mine was a gift from a Colombian businessman."

Do you know where Colombia is?

“In the far west, in the most remote and isolated place.” Yarman thought for a moment, then nodded seriously. “Don’t talk about that country anymore, just tell me what happened!”

Looking intently at Yarman, the doctor pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "You really don't remember Columbia? It's a country on Terra, and Terra is the mother planet of the entire Terra world!"

“Terra is so big, with so many races and countries. How can I remember so many? Besides, what is there in Columbia that I should remember? No!” Yarman said matter-of-factly. Why should a small, insignificant country occupy part of his brain’s memory?

Looking at Yarman across from him, the Doctor sighed helplessly. He raised his hand and gestured, "Actually, Rhodes Island and Rhine Labs of Columbia reached a cooperation agreement to develop something. The thing has been successfully developed, but... it's gone."

Nodding as if he understood, Yarman leaned back in his chair and continued, "And then?"

"Then, we tried many methods, but we still couldn't find out where it went." The doctor let out a deep sigh, and said somewhat helplessly, "Well, we're a bit out of ideas."

After listening to his words, Yarman nodded seriously. He suddenly said, "Actually, have you noticed that after talking for so long, you still haven't told me what you guys are up to?"

"..."

“All I know is that you lost what you made and wanted me to help you find it, but the problem is, I don’t know what you lost!” Yarman said to the doctor, looking at him strangely.

The doctor fell silent, scratched his head, and gave an awkward smile. "Actually, it was a world layer. We jointly developed a small world layer attached to Terra with Rhine Labs, but now it's gone."

Yalman nodded slowly. "Are there still people from Rhodes Island up there?"

“It’s not just Rhodes Island; Rhine Labs also has people up there,” the Doctor said seriously, his tone revealing a hint of anxiety. He wasn’t concerned about the world layer itself; what he cared about were the Rhodes Island operators up there.

"Don't you have a portal? Can't you go directly there?"

"I tried it, and the feedback I received is that this world layer does not exist in the Terra world."

"Why does Rhodes Island need to develop this layer of the universe?" Yarman asked again, looking at the Doctor with a puzzled expression. "You've already made Rhodes Island an independent agency under the Divine Court, do you still need to do these things?"

"Rhodes Island can't stay on the landship forever, can it?" the Doctor said softly. He hoped that Rhodes Island could have its own little world, so that Rhodes Island could truly become a giant organization.

After listening to his words, Yarman nodded. He used his administrator privileges to check the situation and quickly came to the conclusion that the world layer did not exist.

Write a name on a piece of paper and place it in front of the doctor. "You are right. That world layer does not exist. It is a virtual image created by the virtual technology researched by the Silver People. There is no doubt about it. It is the Silver People who almost killed the Silver God King that you almost tricked."

Ignoring the doctor's fluctuating expression, Yarman said calmly, "However, I hope you can resolve this matter quickly, as the war is about to begin."

"Very fast, how fast?"

"It could erupt as early as tomorrow, or at the latest, in six months." Yarman's tone was very serious. While dealing with the Linnard world, Scranton took the opportunity to check the situation on the other side and discovered that the Wizarding Great World was installing void navigation modules on its own starships.

Once all those amazing functional modules are installed, they will inevitably launch an attack immediately. Installing a small module will only take two or three hours.

"Then aren't we going to get overrun?" The doctor was startled. Judging from the preparations in the chat group, we're doomed!

"We're not doomed, as long as we can hold on," Yarman reassured. "The number of top-tier experts in the chat group world is far greater than in the Wizarding World. In this battle, we only need to do two things: first, withstand their attack, and then wait for them to attack my home base and be wiped out."

"Second, find a way to eat more of the remnants of the Wizarding World."

Hearing this, the doctor found it hard to accept. "Then why don't you just go back to your hometown and let them wipe them out directly? Why make us fight a war?"

Upon hearing this, Yarman sighed deeply. "Actually, I did think about it. A few days ago, I even wanted to bring it up. Since no one was ready, we might as well just resolve it directly. But I was immediately stopped by a large group of people."

"Stopped it? Who?"

“Many people, many people want to fight a war, you know that?” Yarman glanced at the doctor and said irritably, “Do you think every world is like Terra, with such good conditions? The internal conflicts in many worlds are about to explode, and they’re just wondering where to vent them!”

"Then why don't they prepare?"

"Because they want to set up the battlefield in their own world, fight the war in their own world, and at the same time, eliminate the internal opposition. Besides, do they have the technology to defend against external enemies?"

Looking at Yarman across from him, the Doctor fell silent again. "Aren't they afraid of messing things up and ruining their own world?"

"Think about it, do they have any other options?" Yarman shrugged. "If they don't fight an external war, they'll have to fight a civil war. Either way, they'll die. So let's choose an external war. If they win, the rewards will be greater."

The author is away for an internship; no updates today.

As the title suggests, the author went on an internship, and today is the first day.

There's so much to do, and I have to reorganize my dorm room myself. It's quite a hassle. Only now has the author had a moment to sit down, as there are still things to take care of later.

So, I'm really sorry, I don't have time to update today. I'll continue updating tomorrow.

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Chapter 292: Ready to run away?

Looking at the doctor in front of him, Yarman smiled and said, "Are you surprised? Actually, I was surprised too, but thinking about it the other way around, it doesn't make no sense, does it?"

“Think about it, they were forced into this situation; they had no other choice,” Yarman said slowly.

After listening to his words, the doctor fell into silence. After a long while, he nodded silently. He carefully looked at the piece of paper in front of him, memorized the name on it, and then carefully put the paper away. He drank the wine in front of him in one gulp, got up and walked out of the office.

Watching the doctor leave, Yarman shook his head helplessly. Who would have thought that those people actually had this plan in mind?

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at the empty desk in front of him, put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and said with great satisfaction, "Looks like it's going to be another period of leisure!"

"A moment of leisure? Well, it seems I've arrived just in time!"

A voice came from the center of the office. A dark portal appeared in the center of the office at some point, and a dark green figure walked out of the portal, stood on the ground, and smiled at Yarman.

Looking at Scranton in his office, Yarman frowned and said through gritted teeth, "As expected of you, you came at the perfect time. I had nothing to do, and you filled this vacancy for me."

“You’re welcome, my friend.” Scranton walked familiarly to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and saying with a smile, “Helping my friend live a fulfilling life is what I should do.”

"Thank you so much!"

Yarman shook his head helplessly, picked up the red wine that was placed aside, poured a glass for Scranton, and casually pushed the glass in front of him, "Try it, Terra's specialty red wine."

Picking up his glass, Scranton said as he took a sip, "Specialty red wine? Terra is thinking of getting into winemaking now?"

“We want to do everything, but the problem is we don’t have the time.” Yarman also picked up his glass and took a sip. “Alright, let’s get straight to the point. What did you come all this way to see me for? Don’t tell me you just wanted to chat and maybe mooch some of my drinks.”

Hearing his words, Scranton fell silent. He slowly put down his glass, crossed his arms, and said with a complicated expression, "Well, how should I put it... you should know my current situation, right?"

"Are you referring to your awkward position in your world?"

"Yes."

“I know that, so you hope I can help you out of your awkward situation?” Yarman asked, looking at him. He felt that this was the only thing this man had come to him about.

Helping him change his status may seem like a small matter, but in reality, it involves far too many factors. Scranton's awkward position is caused by a variety of reasons, the biggest of which is the nature of his world. His world is almost as powerful as the Cthulhu universe, with too many strong beings.

It was precisely because there were too many powerful individuals and too many factions that even though Scranton had achieved supreme divinity and become the world administrator, he still couldn't gain absolute authority and was even hampered by his own organization, making things difficult for him all the time.

Sitting in the chair, Scranton nodded slowly and said seriously, "After thinking it over, I feel that you are the one who can help me solve this problem. At the very least, you should be able to come up with some solutions."

"So, with that in mind, you came to find me?"

Yes, that's it!

Seeing Scranton nodding across from him, Yarman nodded with a headache. He had guessed right; the other party had come with the intention of getting his help to find a solution, but... what solutions could he possibly come up with?

He's just a minor Outer God. At best, he can only help Scranton block three Supreme Gods. He can't help with anything else. As for strategy, strategy requires sufficient strength. To move a thousand pounds with four ounces, you first need four ounces of strength!

Looking at Yarman, who was covering his forehead and remaining silent, Scranton asked with some disappointment, "You can't do anything about it either?"

"What can I do? The gap is so big." Yarman asked irritably. After saying that, he turned to look to the side. What a headache it was. How could he deal with those opposing supreme divinities?

Anyway, the two of them definitely have no power and can only rely on external forces. So where do those external forces come from?

Suddenly, Yarman remembered his conversation with the doctor earlier. What were those people who were blocking him trying to do? Weren't they just trying to use the power of the Wizarding World to sweep away the internal conflicts in their world?

With that in mind, Yarman immediately had an idea. He turned to Scranton and said, "I do have a solution, but it might cause some harm to your world. It all depends on whether you're willing to take it!"

"...What scheme?" Scranton asked cautiously. He had a feeling that the method this man had devised would cause far more harm to the world than a little.

Yarman chuckled and said, "The Wizarding World is about to launch an attack. Are you interested...?"

"You want me to let them into my world and then get rid of those who oppose me?" Scranton immediately understood what Yarman meant upon hearing his words.

He was about to refute his suggestion, but then immediately fell silent. To be honest, it wasn't impossible. His world was already in such a mess, so he might as well smash it all at once and then reassemble a better one. He was already tired of patching things up.

Besides, he doesn't have any good ideas right now. Even if he gets Yarman involved, they only have two Supreme Gods, while the entire Foundation world has at least twenty Supreme Gods. To overthrow them, he has to rely on external forces, and the only external force at present is the Wizarding World.

Most importantly, because he has no say, the Foundation world basically makes no defenses. Everything is no different from usual, looking like he's asking for a beating. This thing is bound to get hammered!

Thinking of this, Scranton raised his head and said with a wry smile, "Actually, I have no other choice, do I? The Wizarding World is my only choice."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Think about it, as long as you can withstand their attack, you will have a whole new world. Isn't that something to celebrate?" Yarman slowly comforted him.

"But what if the Wizarding World doesn't defeat them, but instead gets defeated by them?"

"In that case... you can only consider continuing down this path, or running away to another world." Yalman shrugged regretfully. "Ready to start all over again?"

No, absolutely not.

"Then you can start preparing now. It's always safer to have a backup plan."

Chapter 293: Lin Yi is getting married too.

"Don't you have any way to have the best of both worlds?" Scranton asked, looking at Yarman across from him with a conflicted expression. He didn't want to harm his world, but he also didn't want the supreme divinities to continue to hinder his actions.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman smiled, a smile filled with helplessness at Scranton's naive words. He looked at the hopeful Scranton across from him and said calmly, "You want the best of both worlds? As a world administrator, when did you come up with such a luxurious idea?"

Hearing his words, Scranton sighed deeply. He shrugged, looked at Yarman, and said slowly, "So which one do you recommend I choose?"

“I’ve already given you advice, but you just didn’t want to face it. But it doesn’t matter. As a friend, I’m willing to tell you again. I strongly suggest that you choose the Wizarding World!” Yarman slowly stood up, lowered himself in front of him, and said.

Sitting in his chair, Scranton remained silent for a long time before nodding heavily and saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

Seeing Scranton's gaze gradually harden, Yarman nodded in satisfaction. Although the other party harbored some unrealistic fantasies, he could still be persuaded to come back, so there was still hope.