A chat group for a certain tower warlock

After sitting down and reading the briefing, Yarman handed it to Mostima. She took the briefing, read it, and placed it on the table. Then, the two of them began to observe the people in front of them.

"..."×n+2

Yarman suddenly looked at Mostima, "What should we do with these homeless people? Send them back?"

"Give it to them? Do you have the coordinates of their original world? Has Terra established a contractual channel with them?"

"That makes sense, you're right!"

Yalman nodded in agreement, then looked at the bewildered crowd before him, "So, what do you guys want to do next?"

His words, imbued with spiritual power, made everyone understand his meaning. One of them immediately asked excitedly, "Can you take us back? I can give you a lot of money!" As soon as he finished speaking, several other people in the crowd echoed his words.

Hearing this, Yarman smiled and shook his head. "Sending you back is possible, but not now. As for wanting to stay, that's fine. We'll take a loss and accept you as refugees, giving you the status of free people."

After hearing his words, everyone immediately erupted in uproar. Yarman's words were really harsh. They couldn't send them back now, and they were saying they were at a disadvantage if they stayed. What did that mean?

Chapter 307: Our World and Our Neighbor's World Perished Together

Despite the uproar in front of him, Yarman maintained his smile. He understood their emotions, and besides, he was indeed getting old and his strength had reached the top level in the multiverse. Even when facing these outsiders, he would not treat them specially.

If he wanted, he could artificially create countless transmigrators, reborn individuals, chosen ones, and cheat-like beings, without paying much of a price—it would be a matter of just a word.

He slowly raised his hand, and a golden light surged from it, transforming into several threads that entered the minds of the crowd. The crowd, who had been chatting and gesturing wildly, suddenly froze in place like statues.

A few minutes later, Yarman tapped the table lightly, waking everyone up. "Alright, you know the basics now. Make your decisions." He then waited quietly for their responses.

The group started discussing again, and soon they came to a conclusion: it was better to stay in Terra for the time being. Putting aside the fact that there was a war going on outside and they might be killed if they went out now, the fact that they, who did not have supernatural abilities, would have to rely on Yarman to return to their own world was also a possibility.

Seeing that they had reached a conclusion, Yarman did not hesitate and immediately summoned his own clan to take those who were willing to stay to a world layer in the Terra universe to settle down.

After watching the group of unexpected travelers leave, he looked at the three people still standing there and calmly said, "What about you? Do you want to leave here? I can provide you with a container."

The young man in the lead shook his head. He stepped forward, placed a high-tech little box on the table, and then stepped back. All three remained silent throughout.

Looking at the small box in front of them, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. "What is this?"

“Thank you, sir, for giving us a place to stay,” the young man said sincerely.

"A thank-you gift?" Yarman looked at the three of them, shook his head casually, and pushed the box in front of the man. "No need. I saved you simply because you ran into my world, and I had no choice but to take care of you. As for keeping you here, it was only out of humanitarianism and to avoid leaking information."

Upon hearing this, the young man shook his head earnestly, stepped forward, and pushed the box back in front of him. "Regardless of your purpose, you saved our lives, so please accept this."

Hearing the man say that, Yarman had no choice but to take the box out. "Okay, I'll take it. Now tell me how to open this box."

"Just press the middle button."

Yarman pressed the button in the center, and a beam of blue light suddenly shot out from the button, forming a holographic projection interface in the air. The interface was very simple, with only rows of folders and names.

After scanning the folder's name up and down, Yarman asked with interest, "Advanced technological civilization?"

"Yes, my lord."

Looking at the composed yet confident man before him, Yalman suddenly became interested. He beckoned to the man and pointed to the guest chair in front of him, "Come and sit down. What would you like to drink? Let's have a good chat. By the way, what's your name?"

“If you may, please have some ice water, sir. As for my name, you may call me… Noah.” The young man sat in the chair, his expression still calm.

Yarman placed a glass of ice water in front of him and looked at Noah. "Can you tell me about your experiences?"

“We… come from a technological civilization. After we completely took control of our own world, we began to explore the landscapes beyond it.” A complex expression flashed across Noah’s face. “Soon, we found another world next to our own, and they found us too.”

“That world was a purely extraordinary civilization. We only had one thing in common: the ambition to completely devour each other.” Noah’s sorrow deepened. “Naturally, we went to war. The war became more and more intense, and both sides became more and more frantic. In the end, we perished together.”

At this point, Noah could barely speak. He picked up his water glass, downed the ice water in one gulp, and weakly spread his hands. "As you can see, we were the last vestiges of sanity in the midst of madness—the spark of the world. In the moments before the world's destruction, we were ejected..."

"And then it came to me." Yarman picked up the conversation, looked at Noah across from him, shook his head, and poured him another glass of ice water. He hadn't expected that this message in a bottle would be the last spark of a world.

Looking at the refilled glass of ice water, Noah nodded silently.

At this moment, Mostima, who was sitting to the side, suddenly asked, "Don't your departed companions know that their world has been destroyed? I heard them say they wanted to go back!"

“They don’t know.” Noah raised his head and said calmly, “Most of them came in during the middle of the war and never came out again, completely isolated from the world. Only the three of us were sent out in escape pods after we witnessed the world collapse.”

Looking at Noah before him, Yarman remained silent for a moment. "Thank you for sharing your experience. My people will send you to the world level they just visited. You can live there indefinitely, as long as you don't destroy this world."

“Thank you very much, sir.” Noah nodded gratefully, then asked cautiously, “Sir, you just said you would send us to the World Layer. What is the World Layer? Is it a planet?”

"...Simply put, it's a sheet-like planet." Yarman thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Once you get there, you can explore it on your own...By the way, do you have the ability to rebuild civilizations?"

Hearing his question, Noah gave a confident smile. "My lord, we are the spark of the world."

"I see. So, you've inherited all the technology from your world?" Yarman asked curiously. In his perception, the person in front of him wasn't a superhuman, but his brain was incredibly advanced.

Noah humbly shook his head. "Not all of our technologies. We only have the core technologies and ways of thinking. Different worlds have different laws, and technology needs to be adapted to local conditions, sir."

After saying that, he thought for a moment and immediately added, "If you want it, sir, we can give you all the technology we have, without holding anything back!"

Hearing this, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance, and he shook his head with a smile, "That's not what I meant. I meant, if you have sufficient independent research capabilities and technological level..."

Would you be willing to support us?

Hearing his words, Yarman nodded happily. It was so easy to talk to smart people. "It mainly depends on you. Never mind, let's talk about this after you've settled down."

Upon hearing this, Noah nodded. He knew that to obtain funding, he had to produce something first; how could people believe him with just empty words?

Mostima leaned gently against Yarman. "Don't we already have a lab? Do you want to build another one?"

“Vegapunk and his group have no competitors and are too complacent. We need to put some pressure on them!” Yarman said seriously, expressing his dissatisfaction with the recent research progress of Vegapunk and his team.

Chapter 308: Every little bit helps.

Two weeks later, the Emperor of Life.

As he casually flipped through the thick book in front of him, Yarman asked, "So, our troops have successfully passed through the contract channels and traveled to various small worlds to fight against the troops from the Wizarding World?"

"To be precise, it should be a joint effort with several other groups to fight in various small worlds." The doctor sat opposite Yarman and answered calmly. He had returned from the Samsara Great World and successfully purchased suitable Void Artifacts at the auction, spending nearly a hundred billion units of World Origin.

The strange object was a deep blue stone whose sole function was to amplify the user's mental power to the maximum extent. As a theoretical half-step Great World level being, the Doctor would become an Outer God-level supercomputer after equipping it.

Faced with this situation, Yarman did not allow him to continue guarding the front lines. Instead, he was transferred back to the rear to oversee all military operations in Terra and coordinate all war-related matters.

“That stone seems to suit your personality quite well.” Yarman looked up at the Doctor, who now had a dark blue stone on his forehead, and said with a sigh, “After all the twists and turns, you’ve finally ended up in the rear.”

The doctor smiled slightly and said calmly, "My value in the rear is greater than my value on the front lines."

"That's why I agreed to let you come to the rear, and at the same time gave you some access to the stellar server." Yarman lowered his head again and continued to flip through the thick military intelligence book in front of him. "Can our current troop replenishment rate keep up with the attrition rate of such a large battlefield?"

"If the intensity of the war continues to be this level, that's fine."

"That's a shortcoming."

"Yes."

Hearing his calm reply, Yarman sighed, "Well, there's nothing I can do about that. Technological advancements take time... Wait a minute, why have we suddenly lost so many small worlds recently?" He pointed to a line in the book, "In three days, we lost two small worlds!"

“Actually, we had the upper hand on the battlefields of these two worlds.” The doctor leaned closer and looked at the words on it. “But after the wizards realized that they could not take these two small worlds, they ordered the starship cluster to completely destroy the world barrier and let the void erode and corrupt these two small worlds.”

The doctor shrugged helplessly. "It's not our fault. Our void navigation technology is still too primitive compared to the wizards, and the air defenses of those small worlds are weak, so we are powerless to resist."

"It's the starship problem again!" Yarman roared angrily, then shook his head helplessly. The fact that the weaponry of the Wizarding World was relatively backward had always been a headache for him.

In peacetime, he could be more unrestrained and boldly try various methods, but now that war has broken out and the war machine is running smoothly, he dares not interfere or try anything.

For example, regarding the starship issue, he had actually considered creating a batch of living starships. As an Outer God who focuses on life, designing and manufacturing a living starship that can travel in the void for a long time would not be difficult. However, when considering the issues of large-scale production and logistics, he had to put it aside for the time being.

Imagine a world using two weapon systems with completely different underlying logics, and these two systems are largely incompatible. How much pressure would this put on logistics, and how much pressure would it put on frontline commanders in terms of strength assessment and strategic deployment?

Most importantly, in actual combat, there might be a situation where friendly forces run out of ammunition and equipment, while we still have some left. However, after giving it to them, we find that the weapons are incompatible and cannot be used, creating an awkward and potentially fatal situation.

After much consideration, Yarman did not act rashly. Instead, he frequently visited the laboratory to present his biological solutions to Vegapunk, who would then decide whether to incorporate them into Terra's current system.

Vegapunk was actually quite willing to accept the biological solutions that Yarman offered him and integrate them into the current Terra system. He had even begun to quietly adjust the entire system to make it more aligned with the direction of Yarman and Mostima.

Faced with such changes, Yarman couldn't say whether they were good or bad. He instinctively wanted to make Terra's system stronger, rather than having a weak link in one direction, but the current situation didn't seem to allow for that.

“There are just too many problems.” Yarman shook his head helplessly, closed the book in front of him, and looked at the professor opposite him. “Alright, you’ve done a great job. That’s enough. Any other questions?”

"Before I left, Reincarnation asked me if I needed his help." The doctor rested his hand on the table. "He won't charge any extra fees if we only use the Reincarnators we sent over."

What's your opinion on this?

"Personally, I think we could hire a group of Dominator-level Reincarnators." A sharp glint flashed in the Doctor's eyes. "Those Dominator-level wizards are too arrogant; we need to teach them a lesson!"

As the war intensified, more and more Dominator-level wizards appeared on the battlefield, but they did not appear as troop leaders or main attackers, but as assassins.

Relying on their bizarre witchcraft and their astonishingly advanced void travel technology, these wizards can freely traverse the world's battlefields and the void, assassinating military commanders from the chat groups.

The professor had a heated discussion with Harry and other new generation world representatives about this issue, but in the end, they didn't have any particularly good solutions and could only try their best to follow up on security measures.

“But the most fundamental problem is that we need void travel technology!” The doctor stared at Yarman opposite him and said, word by word, “Advanced, mass-producible, inexpensive, and miniaturized!”

After a long silence, Yalman slowly said, "I've approved the hiring of reincarnators. You can go directly to the reincarnation group. Put the cost on my tab. As for the void travel technology..."

"Didn't you want the reincarnators to ambush and kill those wizards? See if you can capture a few alive... Do you understand?"

The doctor nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing him nod, Yarman leaned back in his chair and asked with a puzzled look, "Actually, I'm also very curious. Those wizards have come so many times, hasn't Terra ever managed to kill a single one?"

“Actually, we’ve managed to kill quite a few, but…” the doctor frowned slightly and shrugged, “it’s just that after we’ve cornered them and are about to capture them alive, they always manage to self-destruct before we can.”

At this point, the doctor was also quite frustrated. He was also puzzled as to how these people could self-destruct at such precise times. Even the operations he planned were like that, and the moment they exploded, everything was melted away, leaving not a trace.

“Let’s not talk about that now.” Yarman interrupted him, and instead asked, “Among the reincarnators we sent out, were any of them at the Dominator level?”

"No, how could that be? The ruler isn't corn, it can't just grow whenever you want."

"Sigh, I was thinking of saving as much as I could."

Chapter 309: Want to become a god? Just complete the mission!

Walking through the dim and damp underground passage, several reincarnators chatted leisurely, but their voices were firmly controlled within a small area where they were, and did not echo in the underground passage.

"Has the situation back home deteriorated to the point where we have to be called upon?" A Filin, carrying a longsword and a lantern, walked at the front, illuminating the road ahead with his lantern. The golden light illuminated the path ahead while completely obliterating the presence of the group in the soft glow.

"It can't be that bad."

Li Boli, walking in the middle, remained calm, holding a heavy sniper rifle in his hand and walking steadily. "It is said that it is because the assassination attempts of those wizards have been too intense and frequent, and there is currently no good way to deal with them, which has angered the big shots above, who have decided to retaliate."

Hearing this, Volper, who was holding a long sword, was slightly startled. She laughed and said, "How ruthless would the wizards have to be to break through those old guys' defenses? They can't just kill one or two of them, can they?"

"According to the latest intelligence, a god has already died on the battlefield."

The dragonman walking in the middle and rear held a longsword and said in a low voice as he walked, "It is said that he got separated from the group and was then besieged by several Dominator-level wizards with a starship fleet. He was worn down and forced to self-destruct, taking three Dominator-level wizards and most of the fleet with him."

"..."×3

The Phidias, who was at the very back, said calmly, "There's no need to doubt it. What he said is true, and the god who died under the siege of the wizards was one of my Sargon's more famous deities."

"Huh?!" ×4

Seeing his shocked companion, the Phidian remained calm and explained casually, "What's so surprising? It's just the death of a minor god who was relatively powerful. It's not like he was a god-king. In wars between worlds, gods are just pawns."

Volper thought for a moment, then pointed to himself, "And what about us? What are we?"

“We’re considered consumables, or rather, we’re the kind of puppets that can be bought in bulk for a hundred dollars.” The dragon clan member took over the conversation and said calmly, “To the highest level, we’re just a bunch of numbers. The combined electronic file of the five of us might not even be 10MB.”

"Don't say that. We're all legendary-level, which means we're elite soldiers, after all." Philin carried a lantern and walked slowly at the front. "Besides, even if we're just expendable resources, we might still survive!"

"Think about how many of us have died over the years..."

"Alright, that's enough!" the dragon spoke up. He stood still, looking at the upward passage diagonally above. "Up there is the lowest level of the control center of this starship port. If nothing unexpected happens, the energy system is up there. Our mission this time is very simple: paralyze the control center!"

"Just this one? That simple?" Li Boli said, somewhat shocked. He had thought it would be another dangerous job, like assassinating a small world administrator or stealing rare treasures.

“Well… of course there’s more than just this task. There are many other options, but after looking at them…” the dragon man scratched his head. “It’s a bit dangerous. If we’re not careful, we might be completely lost. Of course, if we have the chance, we can also complete it along the way.”

Philin then turned around and asked curiously, "What are the rewards for these tasks?"

"A reward? That's wonderful!" The dragon revealed a strange smile. "The first reward is a small world layer within the Dream Realm, the second is twenty million units of world origin, and the third is even more impressive—His Majesty the God Emperor will personally write a decree to confer upon you godhood!"

Upon hearing about these rewards, everyone turned to look at the dragon, their burning gazes almost scorching him.

"Send a large, intact wizard starship back home; kill the administrator of this world, a Dominator-level wizard; completely sink this small world." The dragon said calmly, "That's the mission. I wonder which hero in our team would like to give it a try?"

He glanced at the now deflated crowd, then looked at the Ferdians beside him. "Did you bring everything?"

The Phideon revealed a cold smile as he touched the spatial ring on his hand. "This high-energy explosive, equivalent to three million tons of high-energy stone explosive, could blow even an interstellar mothership in two."

“Very good!” The dragon clansman nodded with a cold smile. He pointed to the passage and said, “There are not many people up there now, only about thirty great wizards and three legendary wizards. You three can each take one of them. We two can handle the remaining thirty-odd great wizards within a minute. Is that alright?”

"Okay!" ×4

Without saying much, the dragon made a gesture, and the Philin leaped up, slashing through the locked cover on top of his head with his sword. He arrived at the bottom of the control center, and seeing the stunned wizards, he didn't hesitate at all. He immediately jumped in front of a legendary wizard and chopped at his head.

"Raise the alarm! Enemy attack!"

The wizard dodged Philin's sudden sword strike with a flustered look. He shouted in panic, pulled his staff from his robes, and just as he finished casting two magical barriers, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest and blood rush to his throat.