A chat group for a certain tower warlock

The doctor nodded. "Some special documents are still in paper form. Of course, we are trying to convert these documents to digital form as well, for example, by storing them in jade slips or similar materials."

“…That’s good, then there won’t be mountains of files anymore.” Yarman nodded in agreement. He didn’t know about others, but he got a headache whenever he saw piles of files.

As he spoke, he looked at Im, who was silent to the side, his stylus still moving. "Wait for me a moment. I'll finish these documents, and then we'll go find Mostima."

“Okay.” Im nodded calmly.

Just then, the office door was pushed open again, and a black figure walked in from outside. "My lord."

Yalman looked up at the newcomer, then lowered his head again. "Not bad. It seems you've improved quite a bit in this battle. Xiao Mo's decision was right."

Im, standing to the side, looked at the newcomer with some surprise. Following the Doctor, this was another powerful figure who had embarked on the path of Outer Gods. Moreover, it seemed that he had chosen the bizarre system and successfully condensed the body of a Great World God.

The only shortcoming is that she hasn't chosen her direction yet, and her mind is too scattered, so she's a bit of a jack of all trades and master of none. But it's not a big problem. Terra has plenty of resources and the means to let her try and fail slowly.

Looking at Im who was staring at her, Laurentina was even more surprised. This was another powerful figure who was just one step away from becoming an Outer God, and it seemed that he had a relationship with her god.

After examining Im, she walked up to Yarman and said, "My lord, this is a summary report of the situation in Terra."

"Hmm, let me see." Yarman took the cube from Laurentina, his mental energy seeping into it slightly, reading all the information inside into his mind.

After a long pause, he said with some distress, "The losses are quite significant. The Terran Divine Court has lost half of its forces, my Familia is reduced to only 13, Mordred's Grand Inspectorate is down to 9%, 67 full-scale starship squadrons and 26 Void Walls have been wiped out, and so on..."

"Why are there no statistics on the casualties of conventional weapons and soldiers?"

"..."

“I understand.” Yarman looked at the silent Laurentina and the Doctor who had turned his head away, and immediately understood what they meant. Terra’s battle lines were too wide to count.

In any small world battlefield, the losses of mass-produced warriors can reach hundreds of millions, or even hundreds of millions. When a small world is sunk in war, the losses can reach billions.

As for the naval battles in the vast Void Sea, they were countless. Later starships all had the ability to produce soldiers, so who knows how many soldiers were produced or how many were lost in the great battles?

On large-scale battlefields, the loss of soldiers is always an incalculable and confusing account.

Chapter 334: The God's Overseer

Sitting upright in his chair, Yarman put down his tablet with a headache. "Sigh, one war has wiped out most of Terra's resources. How many years will it take for them to recover?"

Hearing his words, the doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, it won't be too long. After all, there is a great world right next to us, and when the power of the Wizarding World was divided, we Terra also ate quite a lot."

"So how much did you eat?"

The doctor sat in his chair, counted on his fingers for a moment, and then said somewhat uncertainly, "It's roughly... I can't really calculate it. According to the allocation plan, we got about 15%. The handover of various resources took a full three years, and I can't even count how many resources there are."

Yarman nodded. It had been two years since it ended, and everything had long been digested. He didn't want to pursue the matter any further. Even if he did, he would never be able to finish investigating it, so he simply decided to leave it alone.

After finishing the remaining tasks on the tablet, Yarman stood up and walked out of the office. "Alright, the backlog of problems is solved, and my clone has also taken care of the issues. Wutong, you and Laurentina go to receive that great world. Im, let's go."

Upon hearing his words, Im stood up and followed behind him, the two of them crossing the portal one after the other.

Watching the two leave, the Doctor exchanged a glance with Laurentina beside him. "How does your strength compare to hers?"

“A little less, but not by much.” Laurentina thought for a moment and said seriously, “If it were a life-or-death battle, it would probably be 30/70 between us, me 30, her 70. If it were a friendly spar, it would be 50/50.”

"...Is this not considered a lot?"

“The difference between a Dominator and an Outer God is almost the same as the difference between a single-planet world and Terra.” Laurentina looked at the Doctor and said with a sneer, “Someone like you, who was forcibly elevated to the level of a half-world god, I could take on ten of you by myself, and in the end, all ten of you would be dead.”

Hearing her blunt words, the Doctor was not angry at all. He simply nodded calmly. He had given up hope on his own abilities. When even Mostima and Yarman couldn't be saved, he decided to settle down as an office worker and leave the fighting to others.

Looking in the direction the two had left, the Doctor said leisurely, "It seems that Terra will soon have another Outer God. By the way, when will you be able to advance to Outer God? Haven't you already completed the Great World God Body?"

Hearing his question, Laurentina said somewhat hesitantly, "Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, maybe never. Sigh, let's not talk about this. I don't know either."

After hearing her answer, the doctor was silent for a moment, then stood up and patted her on the shoulder. "Alright, don't think too much about it. I believe you can definitely do it in the future! Let's go and go receive that big world next door."

Laurentina stood up silently, and the two of them disappeared into thin air.

…………

Sitting at a round table, Yarman held a teacup in his hand, glancing at Mostima from time to time, and then at where Im was sitting, as if he had done something wrong.

After a long while, Mostima suddenly spoke up. She looked at Im opposite her, "After the war with the Wizarding World, the Void Wall on the northwest side of Terra has suffered heavy losses and urgently needs a strong enough person to guard it until the Divine Court craftsmen complete the repairs. Are you willing to go there?"

“Okay, when do we depart?” Im nodded calmly, accepting the task.

Mostima handed her a letter of appointment. "If possible, I hope it's now. The remnants of the Wizarding World are like maggots clinging to the Chatting Mass World."

Im calmly accepted the letter of appointment, stood up, walked behind Yarman, hugged him, and gently kissed him. Then he turned around, tore open a portal, and headed to the northwestern border of Terra.

Watching Im turn and leave, Yarman glanced at Mostima, who was holding a teacup in front of him, and chuckled, "Little Mostima..."

“It’s alright, I’m not angry.” Mostima shook her head calmly. “I have no intention of suppressing or retaliating against her.”

“…I believe you,” Yarman nodded earnestly.

Mostima glanced at the nodding Yarman, a smile playing on her lips before vanishing in an instant. She placed a paper document in front of Yarman. "This is the situation at the Northwest World Barrier."

Hearing her words, Yarman was taken aback. He took the document, opened it, and examined it carefully. He was shocked by the appalling state of the Northwest World Barrier after only a short time.

Nine Void Walls sank, and the remaining Void Walls suffered 58% damage. Only two starship squadrons remained patrolling the vast northwest side. The logistics world's potential was almost entirely exhausted, and the garrison force numbered only 50 million. Society was in complete chaos, with a massive number of wizarding remnants lurking within...

"Why did it turn out like this?" Yarman put down the documents in his hand, looked at Mostima across from him, and asked with a hint of urgency, "The entire northwest region has hundreds of billions of world layers of varying sizes, and there are only 50 million troops stationed there, along with two full-strength starship squadrons. How can they possibly manage that?"

“That’s why I need someone strong enough to guard it!” Mostima said with a headache, tapping the table. “Also, to correct one thing, it’s not two starship squadrons.”

"If you do that... then what is it?"

"There are two reorganized starship squadrons, one of which even uses a large cruiser as its flagship."

“…[Letanian profanity], how could such a fleet possibly have any combat capability? I think they don’t even have enough ammunition reserves right now, right?” Yarman leaned back in his chair, looking at Mostima.

Mostima calmly said, "The ammunition problem has been solved, and the resources of the Divine Court are being shifted to the northwest, but this situation cannot be resolved in the short term."

“We’re missing nine Void Walls and dozens of starship squadrons. That’s not something that can be replaced overnight.” Yarman said, head bowed. Suddenly, he looked up. “What do you think about modifying the ordinary world layer to fill the gap first?”

“Not very good,” Mostima said without hesitation.

The Void Wall is vastly different from ordinary world layers. Take its resilience, for example. A single shot from the main cannon of a starship fleet flagship in the Wizarding World would sink an ordinary world layer on the spot, but for the Void Wall, it would only be a slightly dangerous bombing.

If that were really possible, Terra would have pushed the normal world layer up long ago during the most intense battle. It's just that it didn't work out; it disintegrated and sank after only a dozen hours of fighting, which actually affected the stability of the battle.

"If you don't want to be sunk by those remnants of wizards, you'd better not do it."

"Then what do you suggest we do? Without the nine Void Walls, is the World Barrier on the northwest side still a World Barrier? It's just a fishing net full of holes," Yalman said bluntly.

"With so many holes right there, I'd feel bad for those remnants of the wizarding world not using them."

"That's why I sent Im over there, to patch up the hole."

"Just her?"

“I also sent someone over,” Mostima said, crossing his legs. “You know that person too.”

"Who?"

"God's overseer".

"...I know who it is!"

Chapter 335: We're Retiring!

After learning about Terra's current situation, Yarman looked at Mostima and said, "It seems like there's something you haven't mentioned."

"Well, this is pretty normal, I guess." Mostima pulled out a document with a slight headache and casually pushed it in front of Yarman. "You'll see when you take a look. These people!"

Listening to his words, Yarman opened the document and carefully examined it. After reading it, he frowned. "They are secretly colluding with senior managers of several other major worlds, sharing information, and eliminating dissidents. It's really... We need to find a way to solve this problem!"

“Difficult!” Mostima said bluntly. She also wanted to solve this problem, but she couldn’t. After a major battle, there were too many vacancies, and there simply weren’t enough talented people to fill them. Moreover, many positions couldn’t be filled by mediocre people, as that would only cause significant losses.

Therefore, many positions remain vacant, waiting for qualified individuals to fill them.

The surviving gods of Terra were practically fighting tooth and nail for these vacant positions. They were drawing in new gods who were not yet senior or who had only recently appeared from within their own courts, using every means to push them to higher positions while simultaneously using every means to suppress other factions.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at Mostima across from him and said with a smile, "You must be having a headache right now. Lateran has written you a few letters through private channels, hasn't he?"

“I’ve lost count. Because of their letters, eight shredders at the end of time have already broken down,” Mostima said with a nonchalant tone. She was terrified by the gods’ mail bombardment.

A mailbox with a capacity of 85 liters can fill twenty boxes a day; who can stand that?

After glancing at the Terra world map hanging on the wall, Yarman said calmly, "Terra is about to expand to the size of another world, which will create more management vacancies."

"Let's think of a solution. Leaving it empty like this isn't a solution." Mostima put down the stylus in her hand and rubbed her wrist uncomfortably. She didn't particularly like styluses or using smart tablets to approve documents.

The reason is simple: when using a smart tablet for work, it's difficult to perfectly express her meaning when writing it down. However, if she used paper, she could infuse her thoughts into the text and convey them to the viewer.

Many implicit meanings can be better conveyed through paper.

After a moment's thought, Yarman looked at Mostima and said, "How about we transfer them to the military? Terra is short of people at both the high and low levels. We can just transfer legendary warriors to the lower levels and Dominator-level warriors to the higher levels. If that's not enough, we can have the various royal courts in the Divine Court fill the gaps. That should definitely be enough!"

Mostima thought for a moment and added, "There are two conditions for military personnel to transfer to civilian life: first, the soldier must voluntarily transfer; second, those with management experience will be given priority, combat ability will be secondary, and loyalty is a given, they will definitely be loyal!"

“Okay, let’s do it this way!” Yarman slammed his hand on the table, setting the agenda for Terra’s supplementary policies.

…………

Emperor of Life, Yarman's office.

Sitting in his office chair, Yarman looked at the deities opposite him with a surreal expression. "You guys are saying you want to retire?"

“No, Your Majesty, it’s not just us few; many of our old comrades also wish to retire.” The leading deity said respectfully and earnestly to Yarman opposite him, “We are tired of war and do not wish to continue fighting within the Divine Court. We hope Your Majesty will grant us permission.”

Hearing his words, Yarman rubbed his temples in exasperation. He was still racking his brains trying to figure out where to find someone to fill the vacancies, while a whole bunch of gods and powerful figures from various departments wanted to retire.

It's truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly, and a delayed boat encountering a headwind!

But he couldn't allow them to retire. Putting aside the determination in their tone, just considering their scars and achievements, Yarman couldn't bring himself to tell them to keep working.

“Alright, I approve! Your pensions will be based on your current positions, up to the level of a promotion.” Yarman waved his hand amidst the expectant gazes of the group, then asked curiously, “So, what do you want to do after you retire? Go back to farming, or travel around Terra?”

"No, we plan to open an academy!"

"..."

Hearing their ideas, Yarman was stunned again. What kind of bizarre thought process was this? Retiring to open a school from scratch, is the intensity of working in the Divine Court not the same as it was?

So you guys are just tired of staying in the Divine Court and want to go out and have some fun!

"So... are you all ready?" Yarman asked tentatively.

Seeing the stunned Yarman, the leading deity smiled and said, "Our group combined our merit points and bought a large world layer in the middle of the Dreamland. We plan to open a school on it, and all kinds of hardware facilities are under construction."

"We've already thought about the teachers. We old guys will be the teachers. As for the students, that's not a problem. Many races are willing to send their offspring."

"Now, we are just waiting for your approval of our retirement application, Your Majesty." The chief deity placed a document in front of Yarman and turned to the section for his signature.

Listening to their plan, Yarman slowly nodded. He picked up his pen and signed his real name on it. "Okay, I approve your retirement application. Alright, go ahead."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Watching the group leave with their documents, Yarman shook his head helplessly. He hadn't expected the retirement situation, but it was no use thinking about it; he couldn't refuse to approve it. Now he could only pray that not many people wanted to retire.

With that in mind, he immediately began discussing it with Mostima through the chat group.

"The gray rhino of retirement is hurtling toward us!" Yarman said solemnly. "Just now, a group of gods and powerful figures from various races came to me to apply for retirement."

"And then, you agreed?"

“I agreed, and then I came to discuss countermeasures with you,” Yarman continued. “We need to speed up our plan! Otherwise, when the wave of retirements hits, we’ll be helpless!”

"I know, but who should do this? We can't just get involved ourselves, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Yarman said without hesitation, "Let Wutong go, with his Rhodes Island. Anyway, he's been idling around all day, so it'll be good to give him something to do."

Sitting in the chair, Mostima considered the feasibility. It just so happened that the Doctor and his team had also participated in the war, and they had a good relationship with the rank-and-file soldiers and officers. Moreover, the Doctor was a near-Great World level powerhouse…

At least in terms of level, they are at the half-step Great World level, which is considered a top powerhouse in Terra. In addition, with their positions in the Divine Court and the promotion of the two of them, their influence is sufficient.

"Then let the doctor go!"

Chapter 336: Let's go to Dosoles then.

As the two conversed, waves of surging spacetime fluctuations emanated from the world barrier, spreading throughout the entire world of Terra. All world layers and planets trembled under these fluctuations, as if it were the end of the world.

Feeling the fluctuations that almost overturned the Emperor of Life into a rolling gourd, Yarman slightly raised his hand, and the fluctuations in the dreamscape were instantly smoothed out, and the fluctuations that were interfering with the real universe were also greatly reduced.

About two hours later, the fluctuations completely subsided, and the size of the Terra world increased once again.

Sitting in the chair, three streams of light came from the endless distance, traversed the endless river of time and space, and finally entered the top of Yarman's head, completely merging with him.

At the same time, his aura became increasingly simple and unadorned, as if he had returned to his original nature. From a distance, he looked no different from an ordinary person without any trace of cultivation.

In Mostima's eyes, however, Yarman had reached an unbelievable level. She saw in him the shadow of the three pillars of the Cthulhu universe—simple and unadorned, blending in with the world, just like the boundless void, unfathomable and limitless.

"You... have reached the realm of the Great Mother Goddess?" Mostima asked somewhat uncertainly. She had clearly seen those three beams of light just now; they were Yarman's three Great World-level clones.

Yarman shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "How could that be? I just merged with my three clones who had just entered the Great World level. My strength has indeed increased a lot, but it's still only at the level of the full-health Abhos back then. I'm still far from my mother's level!"