A chat group for a certain tower warlock

The entire Iberia was bathed in the light of the Dreamland Ether, greatly increasing the affinity between newborns and the Dreamland, and making adults stronger under its influence.

The situation is even more exaggerated in Lateran, which is the direct rival of Iberia. Lateran is already a small country, and the god of Lateran has created an incarnation to reside in Lateran for a long time. This incarnation echoes the small world of Lateran in the Dream Realm, so the concentration of ether in the Dream Realm is naturally higher than that in Iberia.

Or rather, in the entire Terra world, apart from a few world layers or planets located deep within the Dreamlands that are essentially entirely Dreamlands, there is nowhere with a higher concentration of Dreamland Aether than Laterano.

Such a high concentration of ether, enough to kill normal living beings, makes the nations of Terra extremely wary of Laterano. The Sarkaz angels are already highly compatible with the Dreamlands, and with the high concentration of ether in the environment, as long as they can survive to adulthood, they are basically all legendary-level powerhouses.

Some exceptionally talented individuals even reach the Dominator level upon reaching adulthood, but these individuals are generally directly recruited into the Dream Realm and will not remain on Terra for long.

The choice of most civilizations is to transfer Dominator-level combat power into the Dream Realm, leaving only the Dominators to maintain order and manage affairs. Dominators are too powerful; they can destroy a mobile city with a flick of their wrist, which is far too dangerous for physical entities in the real universe.

Sitting upright in his chair, Yarman said slowly, "Thinking about it, it's actually normal. Who has that much time to go to the beach normally, especially since the beach conditions in Terra are so bad."

“Nobody wants to go to the beach!” Mostima said leisurely. “Of all the countries in Terra, which one’s tourism ministry recommends that its citizens visit the Iberian beaches? Not a single one! Everyone knows what it’s like there; if you go, you might not come back.”

"The Ministry of Tourism is a matter of country to country." Yarman shifted his posture. "Yan Country is a little more responsible, recommending normal tourist attractions. Ursus is a typical example of something abnormal, actually recommending that its own citizens take a yacht to Dreamland for sightseeing."

"Colombia and Victoria are alright, at least they don't mess around."

Mostima sat in her chair, and suddenly a country came to mind. "What about the Sargon Tourism Department? How about it?"

"Sargun even has a Ministry of Tourism? When did they become so civilized?"

"..."×2

The two looked at each other, and finally shook their heads in unison. Sargon was the least civilized country in Terra. Even Ursus was a little better than them. Now they were only qualified to talk about civilization in front of the Rusthammer group of anti-civilization elements.

With the opening of the Dreamlands, mysterious organizations like Rusthammer have sprung up one after another in the vast world of Terra, each bringing their own unique philosophies and new ideas to Terra.

The real world is a bit better, as well-established order has been built up in various places, so it won't be greatly affected. But it's not so simple in the Dream Realm. Due to its unique nature, all sorts of monsters and demons seem to thrive in the Dream Realm, either joining forces or acting alone, and making great achievements together.

In addition, with the great war just ending, the various pantheons were fighting each other for power, the new world was incorporated into Terra, and remnants of the wizards were lurking within, constantly stirring up trouble, while the Divine Court's official organizations, such as the Divine Court Army, were maintaining order...

The current state of chaos in the Dreamlands is so extreme that Gotham would be speechless and the Warp would weep. Reincarnation has even come to Yarman to discuss using the Dreamlands as a training base for elite Reincarnators.

In his view, such a place, teeming with powerful individuals and utterly chaotic, was simply a treasure trove. What place could be more suitable than the Dreamland, this fertile ground, for cultivating a reincarnated demon king?

After paying some price and agreeing to classify the Reincarnators as part of the Divine Court, Reincarnation successfully achieved his goal of using the Dreamland as a temporary training base for elite Reincarnators.

With the addition of the reincarnators, the Dreamland became even more chaotic and insane.

Chapter 342: Don't you want to achieve the highest level?

As the two were chatting, Yarman suddenly frowned and stopped talking. Mostima, who was standing next to him, asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did something happen again?"

“The Great Mother Goddess…she suddenly summoned me, asking me to return to my hometown.” Yarman said earnestly, pulling out a bright green envelope from the void and taking out a piece of paper containing a unique life force.

The two huddled together and read the contents of the letter held in Yarman's hand. After a long while, they parted ways.

Looking at Yarman beside her, Mostima frowned slightly and said in a puzzled tone, "Why did you suddenly ask me to go back? And you didn't say anything about what I need to do."

“No matter what, I’m going.” Yarman got up from the chair, pulled his golden robe out of thin air, and casually put it on. He turned to Mostima beside him and said, “It shouldn’t be anything serious. You can play here for a while. I should be back in a day or two.”

"Okay, go ahead, be careful."

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The Cthulhu universe, the Pantheon.

Wearing a golden robe, Yarman strode into the core area of ​​the Pantheon. Looking at the three pillar gods sitting at the highest point, he bowed slightly to them and said, "I have arrived."

"..."×3

Seated on their thrones, the three remained silent, watching Yarman below. Seeing their lack of reaction, Yarman straightened up and stood still without uttering a word.

After a long while, Nyarlathotep suddenly looked at the two people beside him and said, "He hasn't reached our level yet. Do you really think it's okay to let him go and observe and learn?"

“I think it’s possible, I trust him,” Nicholas said firmly, looking absolutely resolute.

Sitting in the center, Yog remained silent, simply watching Yarman, who was draped in a golden robe, below him. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, making it impossible to fathom what he was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, He leaned back slightly and said calmly, "Let him go, I agree!"

Hearing that the two had agreed, Nyarlathotep didn't say anything more, but just sighed. He glanced at Yarman below with a complicated look, then waved his hand and pulled him in front of him. "Then go ahead. Since you've both agreed, don't blame me if anything goes wrong."

"Alright, go ahead." Yug closed his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

Upon hearing His words, Nyarlathotep no longer hesitated. He pulled Yarman along and they entered the newly opened portal. In the blink of an eye, the two arrived in... the Cthulhu world.

Looking at the scene before him, which was exactly the same as the world of Cthulhu, and sensing the almost identical laws, Yarman turned his head and looked at Nyarlathotep beside him, "Where is this?"

“This is the true, original world, located in Azathoth’s dream.” Nyarlathotep looked at Yarman beside him and said calmly, “Now, it is basically empty. Apart from Tulzcha and Trunnibara, there are no other Outer Gods in the Pantheon.”

"In the entire universe, apart from some abandoned rulers, ancient gods, and some ordinary races, there are no other living beings. Most importantly, this world is already on the verge of destruction."

As he spoke, Nyarlathotep pointed into the distance, “Can you sense it? This world is becoming increasingly inclined towards order, and the god of Azathoth is called the God of Blind Fools. The moment the laws of the world completely transform into order will be the moment when this world is completely destroyed.”

Hearing His words, Yarman asked, somewhat puzzled, "So, why did you bring me here?"

“Didn’t you aspire to achieve supreme power? It just so happens that you’re still part of our system, so I brought you here.” Nyarlathotep smiled as He grabbed Yarman’s shoulder and carried him through space to the center of the Pantheon, to the Hall of Azathoth, a place of song and dance.

He threw Yarman to the ground, exchanged a glance with Tulzcha and Trunnibara, and then looked at him with a slight frown. "Don't frown here. Listen carefully and feel carefully. This is an opportunity that Nicholas went to great lengths to get for you, and it's the only one!"

“You are most likely to find the path to supreme achievement right here.” Nyarlathotep pointed to the Hall of Azathoth, where singing and dancing never ceased. “Seriously feel the laws of space, feel that chaotic and foolish feeling, memorize it, imitate it, and learn by watching!”

"You only have one month. After one month, I will come back and take you away."

Upon hearing His words, Yarman didn't have time to thank his mother for everything she had done. He immediately closed his eyes, fully unleashed his spiritual power, released his Tree of Life array, and carefully sensed the supreme yet imperceptible atmosphere in the space, resonating with the laws of the world around him.

Seeing that he had begun his cultivation, Nyarlathotep nodded with slight satisfaction. In His opinion, it would be a waste of Nicholas's painstaking efforts if he were to waste time doing other things at this time.

If Yarman can truly imitate even a part, or even just a fraction, of the chaotic and foolish state of mind, then even if he doesn't achieve the highest level of success in the future, he should at least be able to go home and take over Nicholas's job.

Ultimately, his achievements will depend on whether he can seize the opportunity now.

Thinking this, Nyarlathotep looked at the two people who were playing music and dancing, "You two are the same. In a month, I will come with Yog and take you and your troupe away. Don't worry, places have been prepared for you in the Pantheon. Just go there!"

Upon hearing his words, a look of joy flashed in their eyes, and they immediately played music and danced even more energetically. Victory was within reach, and they did not want Azathoth to awaken prematurely because of their own actions.

If they wake up now, it would be such a pity. They died a month before they left. Who can we complain to about that?

Sitting in the corner of the hall, Yarman was like a meditating monk, completely absorbed in the atmosphere of the hall, ignoring Nyarlathotep's conversation with the two of them. He wanted to maximize his profits over the next month.

Only by maximizing profits and obtaining a ticket to the highest realm can we best repay Nicholas's kindness.

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One month later, in the Hall of Azathoth.

"Kid, stop practicing, get up, we're leaving!"

Along with the voices came large feet that kept kicking him.

Yarman stood up and looked at Nyarlathotep standing in front of him. "A month has passed?"

“It’s time, let’s go.” Nyarlathotep glanced at Yarman standing to the side and nodded with satisfaction. “It seems you have indeed gained something and did not waste this last opportunity.”

As he spoke, he grabbed Yarman and looked at Yog, who was constructing a seamless spatial passage, and asked, "How is it? Is it done yet?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Chapter 343: The Hall of Azathoth

With a dizzying spin, the group reappeared in the Pantheon of the New Cthulhu world, standing before the passage. Yog, using the authority of the world, carefully erased all traces of the group.

He did not want this newly created world to be exposed to Azathoth's gaze. Although He was nominally their father, Yog dared not gamble on His attitude toward them, the people who had emptied the dream world and were rebuilding a new one outside.

More importantly, there is currently no one in the entire New Cthulhu world who is strong enough to rival Azathoth. Although the three Pillar Gods are powerful, they have not yet entered the realm of Azathoth.

Erasing the last bit of information, Yog stood before the spatial passage, quietly watching it vanish on its own, all the information within disappearing into the turbulent void.

“No problem.” Yog turned around and looked at the people standing in the Pantheon. “All connections between the New World and it have been completely severed. From now on, we will never be able to return to our former mother world.”

In the Pantheon, everyone fell silent upon hearing Yog's words.

“No contact is no contact. We have found a better place to stand,” Nyarlathotep said calmly. He was already prepared for this situation, or rather, this was the result he had expected. He did not want his life to be in the hands of others.

Even if that person is the Father God who created Him, it is still the same. Moreover, the person who created Him did so in an unconscious state, and the connection between the two is not as deep as one might imagine.

"Alright, stop lingering here and go about your business." Yug turned to the crowd gathered around, casually waving his hand to disperse them.

The new world is different from the dream world of the past. Everything here is real, and every matter needs to be handled by people. There is no power of dreams to handle things automatically for them.

Upon hearing Yog's words, Yarman was about to tear open space to leave when Nicholas called out to him from behind.

“Come with me to the Realm of Life.” Nicholas put her hand on Yarman’s shoulder and pulled him away from the Temple of the Gods. In an instant, the two appeared in the center of the Realm of Life.

Sitting upright on the stone bench, Nicholas looked at Yarman opposite her and asked bluntly, "What did you gain from this trip back? Did you find that feeling again?"

Yarman didn't speak, but released his aura and began to actively transform into the aura he had learned. Instantly, a mysterious and terrifying aura of chaotic folly filled the entire God Realm of Life.

As the aura appeared, chaos immediately descended upon the God Realm of Life. Every life went mad, and the already scarce rationality was instantly annihilated by instinctive animality. Then, animality was completely erased by chaos, leaving only madness, devoid of any discernible pattern, to guide the body's actions.

Nicholas, sitting opposite him, remained expressionless. With a casual wave of her hand, she wiped away all the chaotic and foolish aura that had escaped into the God of Life, while simultaneously confining Yarman's aura to the center where the two of them were located.

“Not bad, it seems you’ve already imitated it.” Nicholas smiled and tapped the table. “Next, you need to work hard to completely integrate this aura into your laws.”

"Only by completely integrating this aura into your own laws and making it your own will you have even the slightest chance of successfully entering the highest realm, understand?"

Yarman paused for a moment, then nodded seriously. "Then, Mother, you..."

Nicholas calmly manifested the core of her laws—the Tree of Life array. Pointing to the image above her head, she said, "Sense my Tree of Life array."

“…I understand!” After sensing it, Yarman nodded seriously. Nicholas’s laws had completely merged with that aura, and the laws contained in that aura had become His own.

Looking at Yarman opposite him, He calmly said, "I, Yog and Nyarlathotep, the three of us originated from Him and already possess the ticket to the Supreme Being. But you are different; you need to learn and then merge."

“I know,” Yarman nodded.

"Go back and cultivate diligently." Nicholas waved her hand. "Later... well, let's talk about the future later."

"?"

"Focus on your cultivation; we can talk about other things later."

"……it is good."

Watching Yarman tear open the space-jumping world, Nicholas sat in her chair, her face calm as still water. She always felt that her child might not be able to inherit her position in the end.

He has reached the edge of the highest realm. Continuing to serve as the pillar god of life would only delay His progress toward the highest. The new pillar god He has chosen for the new world is His child—Yarman!

But the embarrassing problem now is that the successor he has painstakingly cultivated may not be able to inherit his position.

“If all else fails… let Yarman have a child,” Nicholas murmured. “I remember, it’s been so long, and Mostima’s belly still hasn’t shown any signs!”

"If Yarman can't come, having him and Mostima's child come wouldn't be a bad option!"

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Terra, Dosoles, on the shore of the artificial sea.

A figure draped in a golden robe suddenly appeared on the beach. He casually removed his hood, looked around, and quickly found Mostima lying on a beach chair drinking a beverage.

"How long have I been gone?" Yarman walked skillfully to her side, turned to look at her, and asked.

“Only two days, not long,” Mostima said calmly, turning to look at Yarman. “What did you go about?”

“I just went back to the dream world.” Yarman sat down on the beach chair next to her and looked at her, saying, “I went back to the temple of the gods in the dream world and listened to songs and dances for a month. That’s all.”

"So, what did you gain?"

“Our system is the ticket to the highest realm.” Yarman reached out and grasped Mostima’s hand. “Sensing my essence, the mysterious aura hidden within it, will give you the answer.”

Mostima released her spiritual power without hesitation, easily entering his source through his hand, and began to sense the changes in his source inch by inch, searching for that so-called mysterious aura.

Soon, she discovered the magical aura. She tried to grasp its location, but found that no matter what she did, she could not completely lock onto this mysterious aura. Even when she used her mental power to grasp the aura, she could not analyze the laws within it.

She slowly released his hand, shaking her head helplessly. "No, I can't capture it. Even if I could, I wouldn't be able to analyze and understand the laws within it, let alone imitate them."

Hearing her words, Yarman sighed helplessly; there was nothing he could do about it.

"It's alright, I'll teach you after I've completely merged with this energy."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Chapter 344: Our Era Has Ended (The Finale)

Ten years later.

"So you're finally willing to come out of your little world?" Mostima crossed her arms, looking at Yarman who had crawled out of the River of Life. "You've got what you wanted?"

He glanced at Mostima and Im standing before him, then nodded with delight. "That aura has been completely integrated into my own laws. After all these years, I have finally reached the Mother's realm! Just one more step and I will be able to step into that incomparably mysterious supreme realm!"

“There’s one more thing.” Yarman raised his hand and cast two hazy spells into the two of them. “This is what I extracted after merging with that aura. If you want to achieve the highest level through my system, this is your ticket. If not, you can still take a look.”

Seeing the overjoyed Yarman, Mostima and Im exchanged a glance and shook their heads together. She took out a bright green letter from her bosom and casually tossed it in front of him. "Take a look. It's from your mother."

"Hmm?" Yalman took the letter with a hint of doubt, casually opened it, and asked, "When was it sent? What does it say?"