A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Each branch is like a giant hand covered with countless leaves, swinging in the air. The leaves on it are like sharp blades, cutting other nearby arms and causing them to bleed yellow-red pus and blood.

Looking at the scene before him, Yarman froze in mid-air, motionless, two lines of chilling bloody tears slowly streaming down his face. Just then, one of the giant tree's arms suddenly reached out to him, grabbing him tightly in its palm and pulling him to the tree's front.

Just as the giant tree was about to stuff it into its own bloodied body, a subtle fluctuation from the high heavens stopped their actions. The wildly swinging giant hands stopped and slowly lifted the captured Yarman, carrying him to the arm in the tree canopy.

This arm, closest to the sky, cradled the stunned Yarman in its hands and slowly stretched towards the heavens. Looking at its trembling arm, it seemed to want to use all its strength to send him to the clouds!

Just as His hand reached its limit, a vibrant green vine suddenly fell from the sky, gently wrapping around Yarman's waist and lifting him up, sending him soaring into the sky!

Seconds later, Yarman found himself in a space completely different from the world below.

He stared blankly at his surroundings. The environment here was many times better than where he had been before. All the plants and trees were perfectly normal. Except for the blood-red moon in the sky, everything else looked so ordinary, at least for now.

Looking around at the seemingly normal wilderness, Yarman looked around helplessly. He didn't know where he was or how to find the Great Mother Goddess.

Just then, a little goat walked up behind him and gently nudged him.

Yarman turned around and saw a cute little black goat, all black with eyes that shone like jewels, standing behind him, looking at him curiously.

"..."

Yarman stared at the cub for a long time, then took out a small piece of beef jerky from his pocket, squatted down in front of it, and gently offered it to it, "Would you like some?"

The black goat calf ate the beef jerky without hesitation, which convinced Yarman that it must be one of the great mother goddess's offspring, the legendary black goat calf. Normal black goats don't eat meat.

After finishing the jerky, the black goat nudged Yarman again, then walked in one direction, with Yarman following behind, heading towards an unknown destination.

The man and the beast walked for quite a while, and finally came to a huge mountain range. The black goat cub abandoned Yarman and ran happily towards the mountain range to play with its companions.

Seeing this scene, Yarman slowly put his staff back into his pocket. He knew that Shub Nicholas was nearby, but he didn't know why she hadn't come out to see him.

After standing there thinking for a long time, Yarman turned his attention to the group shop in the chat group, took out the giant monster he had created, and placed it next to him.

Once the monster, which had been bound for so long, was released, it immediately began to wreak havoc. The repulsion field instantly turned the originally flat grass into a huge crater, and countless bits of soil mixed with tender grass flew in the air. The tentacles under its huge spherical body began to grow and multiply wildly.

[Leytanian profanity]! Don't you dare mess this place up! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!

Yarman immediately drew his staff from his robes, preparing to subdue the ever-evolving monster before him. Terrifying magical energy condensed at the tip of his staff, and a powerful spell was brewing.

Just then, an extremely subtle fluctuation flashed by, and the spell brewing at the tip of Yarman's staff was instantly shattered, the spell energy that had been condensed to its peak instantly dissipated.

He stood there, stunned. He looked at his staff, then at the monster that was starting to go berserk not far away. After thinking for a moment, he put the staff away. It seemed that the Great Mother Goddess wanted to inspect the goods first before making any further plans. And the way to inspect the goods was to let the monster do what it wanted.

Within the realm of the Great Mother Goddess, the spherical monster began to evolve wildly. The greatest ability Yarman bestowed upon it was evolution; it could not only evolve actively but also passively. It was forever in a state of growth and evolution, capable of growing indefinitely, with almost limitless potential.

Standing still, Yarman didn't even take out his staff. The Great Mother Goddess's domain was too terrifying. The monster in front of him was getting stronger almost every second. Originally only equivalent to Pompeii, it had already rendered him helpless in just a few minutes.

Now, everything is up to the Great Mother Goddess to decide.

Yarman stood calmly in place. He was helpless against the monster in front of him. If the Great Mother Goddess insisted on ignoring everything and letting it destroy everything, then there was nothing he could do. There was no need to take out his staff anymore. He estimated that he could not last more than thirty seconds against this monster.

Several minutes later, finally, a similarly subtle fluctuation came and locked the monster in place.

Upon seeing the monster frozen in place, Yarman slowly knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Great Mother Goddess, this is my offering to you!"

"..."

There was not a sound around him, and Yarman remained kneeling, motionless.

"What do you want, wizard from another world?"

A great voice appeared in his mind, resounding throughout his entire brain. Suppressing the dizzying buzzing sensation, Yarman cried out hoarsely, "I beg you, elevate the essence of my life, allow me to retain my emotions, and continue to live my life as it was before!"

"That's it? Keep your foolish, ridiculous emotions?"

The great voice rang out again, but this time it carried a hint of doubt and sneer, as if mocking the foolishness of Yarman's ideas and his shallowness.

"To elevate the essence of life, just to preserve emotions—you are truly unique, a wizard from another world!"

Hearing the mocking voice in his mind, Yarman couldn't help but kneel down, covering his head, and he cried out again in a hoarse voice, "Yes, great Mother Goddess, I beg you!"

"Heh heh... I'll reward you, the reward you deserve!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Yarman: I'm not human anymore!

The voice in his mind rang out again. Yarman wanted to say something, but found himself completely speechless. He was entangled by countless vines, which bound him tightly. The thorns on the vines were like the sharpest needles, easily piercing his muscles.

Entangled in countless vines, Yarman was unable to move and could only let the vines run rampant inside his body, turning his muscles, nerves, internal organs, and bones into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

[Leytanian profanity]! Looks like I'm going to die here this time.

Yarman stared blankly ahead, his mouth gushing blood like a faucet, occasionally accompanied by a large clump of unknown internal organs. His proud witchcraft and extremely powerful magic were completely useless at this moment.

It seems I'll have to break my promise this time. I can't return the Guardian Gun to you, Mo.

Yarman's eyes closed limply. He had completely turned into a puddle of mud. Except for his head, which was barely intact, the rest of his body had turned into a mosaic.

The monster not far away was in an even more miserable state. It was wrapped up by countless viscous black tentacles and forcibly dragged into the boundless black mist, where countless extremely fine threads were inserted, analyzing its true nature.

"Hehehe~~~~ What an interesting creature!"

A terrifying figure suddenly appeared in the open space. Looking at the completely unrecognizable Yarman, and then at the terrifying monster that had been completely analyzed by her own body, she fell into deep thought.

The black goat calves, who were still playing nearby, came running up to their mother goddess when they saw her. They circled around her happily, making joyful noises.

"Hmm, hmm, alright, there's still something to do!" Nicholas looked at the cubs circling around her, then a thick mist, almost tangible, parted from her body and carried them all back to the nearby mountains.

Then, His attention was focused on the two beings once again. He had never seen either of them before, and neither their physical structure nor their abilities were ever heard of. In particular, the golden stone that coexisted with Yarman's body surprised Him.

He had never seen such a strange stone before. It had the characteristics of both living organisms and energy minerals, and it also had a certain degree of radioactivity. It was truly amazing!

He had seen stones with higher energy than this before, and he had seen many living and radioactive stones, but this was the first time he had ever seen all three of them combined!

Looking at the terrifying spherical monster not far away, and then at Yarman, who had turned into a mosaic, He suddenly had a novel idea. He wanted to try what would happen if he combined the two.

“Then let’s give it a try!” Nicholas said slowly, and the mist behind her trembled excitedly before surging towards the two of them, engulfing them and drawing them into the deepest part of the mist, arriving at Nicholas’s origin—the Nest of Infancy!

The origin of the Great Mother Goddess Shub-Niggurath, who gave birth to countless offspring, is to create new life. She is the designer of life, freely manipulating its evolution, reproduction, and extinction.

At this moment, He developed a strong interest in the life forms of these two different worlds. He decided to use His power to merge the two together and, through His own strength, give birth to a brand new life!

Most importantly, He didn't break His promise or go against Yarman's wishes. Wasn't He simply trying to elevate the essence of life while retaining his own emotions? Now He has directly merged Him with the monster He created, thus elevating the essence of life, hasn't He?

As for preserving your own emotions, He is not a god of emotions. He only cares about elevating the essence of your life. As for what your emotions will become, He doesn't care!

He only wants new life; He doesn't care about anything else!

"Hmm...very good, very good!" Nicholas looked at the humanoid monster that had merged into one, and a terrifying smile appeared on her face, which was formed from mist. "I am very satisfied with the sacrifice you gave me. I will bestow upon you ample grace! So, accept my grace!"

With His words, boundless life force surged from all directions, pouring into Yarman's body, along with all sorts of strange genetic sequences, encompassing everything from the Great Old Ones to the Outer Gods.

The Great Mother Goddess was determined to put her new idea into practice on Yarman. She greatly admired and was very interested in Yarman's path of infinite evolution, and decided to grant him the same path.

"If it's infinite evolution, how can it be locked?"

The Great Mother Goddess looked at Yarman, who had completely transformed into an indescribable spherical tentacle monster, and smiled with satisfaction. She slowly reached out and carved her mark deep within his body. This was her most satisfying work in recent years, and she had to leave a mark on him!

Just then, a spatial fluctuation occurred, and a huge sphere of light radiating purple light appeared in the spot. Looking at the Great Mother Goddess not far away, it sent a message, "Why did you call me here?"

"I would like you to bestow a blessing upon me, this new agent from another world, in the realm of witchcraft, please." The Great Mother Goddess said slowly, looking at Yarman, who was still undergoing transformation.

"you sure?"

"Don't you want a brand new, real world? It will wake up one day, and we all need a place to live. And don't you think that would be interesting?"

"I see, that's really interesting!"

She casually pulled him from her gestation nest and threw him to the ground a short distance away. "I have fulfilled your wish. Now, I will bestow upon you a new name and title. Listen carefully!"

"You are the master of life and evolution, my agent in the universe, the emperor of life and evolution in the universe. Your name is Yarman Muller-Nicholas!"

"You will master all witchcraft, especially transfiguration. You will be able to transform into anything. You will become synonymous with witchcraft in the universe, the emperor of witchcraft!"

After he finished speaking, a huge spacetime rift appeared on the spot and instantly swallowed him up. He returned to the Himalayas. The fall of the 23-meter-tall, giant spherical monster with tentacles instantly triggered an avalanche.

Veronica was stunned to see the monster that suddenly appeared in front of her wooden house. She slowly walked forward and looked at the smooth, clear sphere in front of her, which was as clear as glass. She couldn't help but tap it.

"..."

Seeing that the monster didn't react, she tapped it harder. To her surprise, it felt quite good, just like tapping a beef tendon ball—hard yet soft, and soft yet hard. It was easy to get addicted to tapping it.

"...Don't hit my head!"

A voice appeared in her mind, and she looked at the monster before her, saying uncertainly, "Yarman?"

"it's me."

With that voice, the spherical monster began to transform, reverting to its original form as Yarman. Looking at the astonished Veronica before him, he sighed and forced a smile, saying, "This is the blessing that person bestowed upon me."

"I have become my own creation, a spherical monster."

"I'm not human anymore!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Great Old Ones Descend Upon Terra

The instant Yarman transformed into human form, the snow-covered ground, which had been covered in snow all year round, melted instantly. Small grasses and flowers sprouted from the ground and connected with various other plants to form a magnificent crown, which, supported by vines, was slowly placed on his head.

The moment he put it on, the originally rough crown was instantly imbued with magical energy. In just a few seconds, a crown of life and magic, with a pure gold base, various exotic velvets as lining, and various gorgeous gemstones as embellishments, was completed and placed firmly on his head.

"..."×2

"Just how much benefit did you receive?!"

"I don't know either!" Yarman took the crown off his head, looking at it with a headache. "I don't know what happened. I was unconscious at the time and don't know anything!"

“However, your life essence has been upgraded.” Veroni said, looking at him. She had seen that giant spherical monster that was over twenty meters tall just now, and it was truly extraordinary. “Moreover, your feelings will not change.”

"Sigh." Yarman sighed. Although everything perfectly met his needs, this satisfaction left him speechless. It felt like solving a math problem where the final answer was correct, but the process was completely wrong.

Seeing Yarman's complicated emotions, Veronica stepped aside, revealing the small wooden house behind her. "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea? Or are you planning to go back now?"

“I…” Yarman stood in the snow for a long time, hesitating, and finally shook his head. “Forget it, I’m going back now. Sigh, I need to go back and calm down.”

“…Alright, by the way, here’s your thing you left with me.” Veronica walked back into the cabin and took out the Guardian Gun. “Which sister gave you this?”

"It wasn't a gift, it was lent to me." Yarman took the Guardian Gun and put it in his pocket. "Alright, I'm about to leave. You don't need to return that little black box. You can have all the information inside as a reward for helping me with this big favor."

“Okay, then I’ll accept it.” Veronica nodded.

"Then I'm leaving." Yarman clicked on the travel ticket he had already purchased. With a spatial fluctuation, he disappeared above the snow mountain. As soon as he left, the grassland that had been formed because of him was instantly buried by ice and snow, no longer as vibrant as before.

Looking at the vanished patch of grass, Veronica paused for a moment. "I forgot to ask him to do some landscaping for my cabin. Oh well, I'll think about it next time."

…………

The wasteland, a small sand dune fifty kilometers from the mobile city.

Looking at the familiar little sand dunes in front of him, Yarman sighed. The place was not much different from when he left, but he himself was very different from when he left!

"Sigh, never mind, I'll go back to my mobile city first." Yarman sighed and walked towards the huge mobile city not far away, wondering if Mostima was still there, or if he would leave on his own.

Upon entering the mobile city, Yarman looked at the completely renovated mobile city with a sense of unease. Before he left, it was a mess. Only the surface buildings had been repaired, while the decks and various spaces below had not been touched at all and were all in a chaotic state.

Upon reaching the surface of the mobile city, an even more shocking scene unfolded before him: a large group of simply dressed people were walking along the main streets of the mobile city, some carrying hoes and others transporting various supplies, while the previously empty houses were now filled with people.

"What's going on?" Yarman was stunned by what he saw. He hadn't expected that his mobile city would have residents. Before he left, it was a desolate place!

"Sir! Sir! Don't go!"

A shout interrupted Yarman's thoughts. He turned his head and saw a young Filin lad walking towards him. He sized him up and then asked, "Who are you...?"

“We are residents of this city,” the young man from Felin said with a smile.

“Residents?!” Yarman frowned slightly and said slowly, “I remember there are stone giants around this mobile city, how did you manage to get past them and settle here?”

“We’ve reached an agreement with the administrator of this mobile city. We build the mobile city for her, and she provides us with shelter while sharing the mobile city with us to live in,” the Felin said with a smile, his smile full of joy and hope, as if he were happy for the future.

Most likely, an agreement was reached with Mostima, but it's unclear how many people she allowed in.

Looking at the young man before him, Yarman nodded. "So, what brings you here?"

"I'd like to ask, are you the administrator of this city?" the Felin said with distress. "We are harvesting the crops, but for some reason, most of the wheat we planted is empty."

"So you want me to treat your wheat?"

"No, I hope you can help me take a look. Everyone in this city is contributing to its development. If you are just here as a guest, we can provide you with three days of food and lodging."

“I see… I can go take a look with you.” Yarman nodded and followed the Felin towards the farmland city-state plot. “How many people are in this mobile city now?”

"There are probably over 100,000 here, right?" The Felin scratched his head and said with some doubt, "Ever since this mobile city opened to the wastelanders and infected, more and more people have come. But it's really huge. So many people haven't even filled a quarter of the inner city area."

“Hmm.” Yarman nodded. This was normal. This was originally a super-large mobile city, and with his order for the stone statue servants to carry out a complete renovation, the space utilization rate naturally increased significantly.

"Actually, we've always been worried that our mobile city might be ostracized or even attacked. Although the administrator says the city lord is very powerful and no one will attack, but..."

“The city lord is indeed very powerful. As long as you work normally, no one will make things difficult for you,” Yarman said calmly. His demeanor made Philin think he was an administrator.

Soon, the two arrived at the edge of the field. After glancing at the group of people sitting by the field sighing, Yarman stepped forward, picked up a stalk of wheat, and began to examine it.