A chat group for a certain tower warlock

The two were locked in a fierce struggle, but due to his injuries, Yarman was firmly pinned down by Mostima and unable to move. It wasn't that he couldn't counter Mostima, but... it was just a game, how could he use magic?

Sitting on Yarman's lap, Mostima searched him thoroughly before finally slapping him on the chest in exasperation. "Tell me, where did you put my Guardian Gun!"

“Is this how you treat your own righteous people? Get down here right now, pour me some wine, and feed me. If I’m in a better mood, I might tell you!” Yarman said arrogantly.

"...I think you deserve a beating. When did you become my righteous man!"

"It was settled two days ago, at the dinner table," Yarman said calmly, looking at her. "You said then that if I could get your Guardian Gun, you would acknowledge me as your righteous one. Now that I've got it, aren't I your righteous one? Hurry up and pour me some wine! Quickly!"

"I shouldn't have saved you, you bastard! I should have just watched you die of time!"

"It's too late for you to back out now." Yarman grinned smugly, mimicking Mostima's usual smile, and said, "If you call your righteous people bastards, then what are you? Little Mostima?"

"...You deserved to be hit!"

Why did you hit me again!

"Because you copied me! And you were so sarcastic and sarcastic, you're not allowed to copy me!"

The two continued to bicker for a while, but in the end, Yarman gave in. To prevent his wine from being consumed within the next week, he had no choice but to return the Guardian Gun to Mostima.

"Here, take it." Yarman took the Guardian Gun out of his pocket and handed it to Mostima, who was still sulking, with a smile. "It's just a gun, what's the big deal? There are plenty of them on the Kazdel black market."

"..."

"Fine, you won't listen to me anyway." Yarman slowly got up from the sofa. It had been almost two weeks, and his injuries had healed quite a bit. He looked at the Suffering Narrator and said, "Then you stay here with her and record that stuff. I'm going out for a walk. Once I'm done recording, I'll have her take you away."

After saying that, without paying attention to the reactions of the two people behind him, Yarman walked straight out of the magic tower and came to the mobile city outside. He was going to inspect his city.

Walking along the city streets, Yarman looked with great interest at the various buildings that were gradually being renovated. He liked construction and prosperity, which greatly helped him maintain his humanity.

Although his magical path was mainly based on Originium magic, he ultimately studied Cthulhu magic and researched it very deeply, which had a great influence on him.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the power of Cthulhu magic had been affecting his mind. Since his last trip to the library in the Grimm's Fairy Tales world, he had found that he was becoming more and more proficient in using Cthulhu magic, with fewer and fewer side effects and less and less emotion.

Will I still be the same person in the future?

With that in mind, Yarman opened the chat group; he wanted to talk to Veronica.

Yarman: @UnnamedFemaleCreature, are you there? I'd like to talk to you.

Veronica: Hmm? What's wrong?

Yarman: How do you maintain your humanity?

Veronica: Have you studied the magic of my world to this extent?

Dumbledore: What's wrong with you?

Yarman: I feel like my emotions are fading away, and I'm turning into a wooden doll.

Lin Yi: Brothers, I'm back!

Lin Yi: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, thanks, your sword is really amazing!

Veronica: The magic in my world is essentially a way to enhance one's own life essence, while the higher life forms here are the Old Ones and Outer Gods, so our magicians are essentially getting closer to those things.

Veronica: Although I would love to tell you the method, unfortunately, this process of ascension is irreversible and cannot be changed. Our feelings will not disappear, but will be replaced by the feelings of a higher-level being.

Yarman: Is there really no other way?

Veronica: Well... I have a hypothesis. The emotions of higher beings are unchanging; their emotions are innate. But because we ascend, our emotions are gradually replaced. If we can complete the transformation of our life essence in a short time and stabilize, will our emotions no longer be replaced?

Veronica: I know it's a bit incoherent and illogical, but it's the only method I can think of. Investigator Carter could be considered a semi-successful case.

Yarman: ...I understand, I...

Veronica: If you want to try, I can provide you with all the necessary materials, as long as you can tell me the results, but I'm telling you very seriously, the chances of success are extremely low! The process is very dangerous!

Yarman: I understand. Give me some time to think about it, and I'll tell you when I've made up my mind.

After saying that, Yarman closed the chat group. He wandered aimlessly along the repaired streets, pondering whether what he had done was right or wrong, and whether such a price was acceptable in order to maintain humanity.

But why should I maintain my humanity?

Yarman suddenly thought of this question: why should he retain his humanity? He was a wizard who pursued the truth, so why should he retain his humanity?

"Sigh...this is such a headache!" Yarman slowly walked to a wooden bench and sat down, looking at the sky.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting when a figure came up beside him. "Why are you sitting here?"

"I was just thinking about something," Yarman said calmly. "Why do you think people should retain their humanity? What are people if they lose their humanity?"

“Well… if a person loses their humanity, they’re probably just an animal.” Mostima sat down next to him, looked at him and smiled, and said, “Just like the pack animals and feathered beasts of the wasteland.”

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, why do you want to study witchcraft?"

“Because…because I want to carry on my teacher’s legacy and live a better and happier life,” Yarman said slowly. He had thought of many reasons, but in the end, it was still about living a better life.

"Happiness, so what is happiness?"

"This……"

“Happiness is defined by your humanity. A pack animal thinks that being able to eat more grass is happiness, but would you feel that way? If you were forced to eat grass, you would only feel humiliated.” Mostima looked at him and explained, “If you lose your humanity, where does happiness come from?”

"But humans also have animalistic instincts..."

"Animal instinct and humanity are two sides of the same coin. Animal instinct desires more good and less bad, and so does humanity. Humanity is just a special form of animal instinct. If you have no humanity, you also have no animal instinct. What you call animal instinct is just humanity stripped of morality, civilization, and bottom lines."

"You are human, so you have humanity. It's just that your humanity may be different from humanity in the universal sense. If you don't have humanity, you should be like a robot, the lowest kind of robot."

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Essence of Magical Evolution

“If you insist on becoming a rigid, robot-like person, then I won’t stop you,” Mostima said calmly. “Only you can decide your future.”

“I understand.” Yarman nodded, then stood up and walked towards the magic tower.

…………

Lying in bed, Yarman opened the chat group.

Yarman: @UnnamedFemaleBeast, I've made up my mind. I've decided to take a gamble. What should I do?

Veronica: It's very simple. Buy a travel ticket to my world, and I'll take you to meet those Outer Gods. You know their preferences, so just prepare the offerings.

Yarman: I understand. By the way, which ones can you help me meet?

Veronica: I only have five options right now: My Lord, Nicholas, Musishha, Idhaila, and Gherros. You can choose one. Although I would prefer you to choose My Lord, it is clearly not the fastest path if you are eager for speed.

Yarman: So who's the fastest?

Veronica: Of course it's the Great Mother Goddess. My Lord can grant you infinite knowledge, but possessing this knowledge won't change you immediately. You need to spend time understanding this knowledge before you can improve. But the Great Mother Goddess is different. If She so desires, you can become an Outer God in the next second.

Yarman: Do you have a way to see that person's true form?

Veronica: I am, after all, the First Ruler under my Lord! I know these things. I know where that being is, but I can't be sure if He would be willing to see you. My personal suggestion is that if you want to see that being, bring something novel, a creature that I don't have here.

Yarman: Okay, I understand. I'll call you when I'm ready to leave.

After saying that, Yarman closed the chat area. Now he had to figure out a way to create a creature that would intrigue even that person, although he felt that it was a bit unrealistic.

“What should I make… What’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen?” Yarman lay on the bed, thinking seriously. He thought of many creatures, but none of them seemed right. Either he couldn’t figure out how to make them, or they weren’t novel or impactful enough!

"Isn't there one that's even a little bit interesting?" Yarman tossed and turned in bed, suddenly realizing that he had not only lost all emotion, but also all creativity!

"[Leytanian profanity]! I'm going to fix this!"

He got up and sat on the chair by the bed. After a long silence, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had learned in his previous life: Inspiration comes from piecing together completely unrelated things!

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of someone: Levy!

“Levy…the essence of evolution!” Yarman murmured, picking up a pen and scribbling something on the paper in front of him. “Could I also create an essence of evolution?”

"Gathering all my knowledge, I will create a magical version of the essence of evolution!" Yarman looked at the paper in front of him, slowly put down his pen, picked up the paper, and walked towards the tower laboratory.

Holding the paper, Yarman entered the laboratory, locked the door, and started all the instruments.

…………

Are you planning to starve to death in there?

"I'm just doing an experiment. The experiment is very important, and I don't have time."

"You've been inside for a week now!"

"So I'm ready to come out!"

"Sizzle~~~~~"

Yarman slowly opened the door and looked at Mostima standing outside. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just worried you'll starve to death in there." Mostima frowned slightly, peering into the laboratory, but her view was blocked by Yarman. "What are you doing? Can't I look?"

"You'd better not look at it. Even I feel uncomfortable looking at that thing," Yarman advised. It was something he had created using all his knowledge, aiming only for novelty and functionality to the extreme, with absolutely no aesthetic appeal. Even he felt disgusted looking at it.

Looking at the sincere Yarman, Mostima frowned even more deeply. "What exactly are you up to?"

"I've created something really impressive." Yarman said vaguely, "By the way, I'm going on another long trip, which will probably take about a month. Could you please keep an eye on this mobile city for me?"

"...Is it very dangerous?"

"It's a bit dangerous, but not extremely dangerous, about fifty-fifty," Yarman said slowly. After all, the other person's response was either yes or no, so it was fifty-fifty, wasn't it?

"Do we really have to go?"

“I can’t think of any other way to avoid going there,” Yarman said with a helpless shrug and a smile.

When do we depart?

"Let's set off now."

After standing there thinking for a long time, Mostima sighed, took out his Guardian Gun from his pocket, and handed it to him in a surprised manner. "Here you go, take it and use it. Don't die."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the tower.

Looking at the Guardian Gun in his hand, Yarman sighed, "I'll try my best."

After saying that, he walked into the laboratory and threw the huge spherical monster, about ten meters tall, into the group shop, priced at 1 transaction point, and restricted to his own purchase.

After communicating with Veronica, he purchased a Cthulhu World Travel Ticket.

Fifty kilometers away from the mobile city, sitting behind a small sand dune, Yarman used the teleportation ticket, and then he disappeared into thin air.

…………

The Cthulhu universe, Earth.

"boom!"

Upon seeing the Philin appear before her, Veronica stood up and said with a smile, "Welcome to my world. The passage to meet that being is ready, and we can begin at any time."

"Let me get ready first." Yarman found a rock to sit on and observed his surroundings. "Why did you build your home on a snow mountain? Which snow mountain is this? It looks pretty high."

The Himalayas.

"...Good heavens!"

"By the way, what about that thing you made? It looks pretty impressive. Show it to me!" Veronica said curiously. She had seen what he uploaded, but she didn't know what the actual product looked like.

"I won't give you the physical item, but if you need design drawings, I can give them to you," Yarman said calmly.

"Sure! I can pay you!"

"Here, take this." Yarman took out a small black box from his pocket. "Scan it yourself, it's all in there."

“Okay!” Veronica took the box, scanned it carefully, and then looked up in shock. “You actually made what was recorded inside come true?!”

"Ah."

"...Are you ready to set off now?" Veronica said slowly. "I think you can definitely succeed! But I remind you, you can make requests, but that person may not grant them. He may give you a gift, but it may not be what you want!"

“Let’s go!” Yalman slowly stood up, looked at her and said, “Help me open the passage!”

"boom!"

Looking at the vibrant spatial passage before him, Yarman calmly stepped into it, and instantly, he and the spatial hole disappeared into thin air.

Chapter Thirty-Five: An Audience with the Great Mother Goddess

Looking at the dense and eerie forest around him, Yarman slowly pulled out his staff from his robes. The strangely shaped trees around him proved that he had arrived in the territory of the Great Mother Goddess!

He gently raised his staff, cast a levitation spell on himself, and flew out of the thick, cloud-like shade of the trees, arriving at the top of the trees. Just as he was looking around, hoping to find the true location of the Great Mother Goddess, a terrifying giant tree that stretched straight to the sky came into view.

"……Oh My God!"

Yarman stared at the incredible giant tree in the distance, his mouth slightly agape. He swore he had never seen such a horrifying sight in his life: a creature that seemed to be alive, emitting an endless stench, its exterior a mass of twisted, muscular tissue, from which endless pus flowed. From its wounds, one could vaguely see strange, twisted, and entwined internal organs.