A chat group for a certain tower warlock

The following day, in the office.

Sitting in the chair Mostima had been sitting in, Yarman looked at the huge pile of documents in front of him and scratched his head in confusion. "What is all this stuff? We're dirt poor right now, where did we get all this documents? It's such a small place, why are you making such a fuss? No wonder you're annoyed."

“Just hand over all the mechanical work like reviewing documents to the stone statue servants, and then set up an incident handling system. We can handle important or urgent matters then. That should do the trick!” Yarman placed the large pile of documents directly into the hands of the stone statue servants he had summoned.

After processing a few key documents that he had specifically selected, Yarman looked at Mostima beside him and said, "We are Canaan, a newly established city. We need to take things one step at a time and not expect to complete everything right away. Neither you nor I are superhuman; we can't do everything!"

"This one……"

“Never mind.” Yarman shook his head, then looked at the somewhat embarrassed Mostima. “Have the basic living conditions in Canaan been taken care of? Fresh water, energy, food, water supply and drainage, waste disposal, seasonal clothing, housing arrangements, basic sanitation, urban transportation…”

"This... seems to be..."

“Okay, I understand.” Yarman shook his head and sighed helplessly. This was still a headache for him. “First, we need to solve the problems of fresh water, energy, and food. If these three are not solved, Canaan will automatically collapse in less than a month. And to make matters worse, we missed the rainy season. Sigh!”

"I told you before about signing a freshwater transportation agreement with the city lord of Siesta. Have you finalized it?"

“I’ve already sent someone to talk to them, but they want you to talk to them in person,” Mostima said with a hint of helplessness. She hadn’t expected managing a mobile city to be so troublesome, and for the first time, she felt a sense of respect for the administrators of those mobile cities in Laterano.

They're all really talented people to have managed to keep such a big city from getting into any trouble!

“Then let’s go to Siesta together in a few days.” Yarman shook his head, then looked at another document. “The reserves of pure Originium only have one month’s worth left, and at the current rate of population growth, they will probably run out in two weeks.”

"Let's find a way to talk to Originium suppliers in the surrounding countries and sign a supply agreement with them. It would be best to sign agreements with several suppliers so that if one stops supplying, we can look for other ones," Yarman said as he wrote. "This issue also needs to be addressed as soon as possible."

"And then there's the issue of food. What's the situation with the city-state plots used for arable land?"

“The seeds you gave me have been planted and the results were excellent. We’ve already harvested one round.” Mostima was quite amazed when she spoke of this; she had never seen wheat grow so fast. “Why did the seeds you gave me grow so quickly?”

"Because... well, just consider it one of the benefits I gained from that time I left." Yarman shook his head, speaking vaguely. He really didn't want to talk about it; it was all too painful to discuss.

"So, in that case, the food problem is solved." Yalman breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, some good news! With the food problem solved, everything else is manageable. The only remaining issues are fresh water and energy...

"Xiao Mo, tell me, how do those mobile cities solve their freshwater problem? Like Lungmen, they can even create a river." Yarman asked curiously. Lungmen isn't exactly known for its abundant rainfall, so where do they get so much water?

Mostima thought for a moment, then exclaimed in amazement, "I don't know about other places, but the river in Lungmen, it must be because they're rich, that river doesn't just flow with water, it's practically liquid gold!"

In Terra, a world filled with deserts, water is practically as valuable as gold, and over the years, there have been countless wars fought over water resources.

“Indeed, Lungmen is richer than any other city in Letania!” Yarman muttered irritably. “Then tell me, how do those desert cities in Sargon get their fresh water?”

“The nobles don’t need to worry about fresh water. They’ve always been spending huge sums of money to buy fresh water all over the world. As for the common people, in fact, many of them die of thirst during droughts,” Mostima said after thinking for a moment. She had spent some time in Sargon.

"However, their mobile city seems to have a dedicated water intake area at the very bottom of the mobile city, which appears to be drawing water from an underground river."

“Underground river…” Yarman’s eyes lit up suddenly, but he quickly lost interest. Sargon has underground rivers because its territory has a rich rainforest that covers one-third of its land area. The rainforest’s powerful water storage and supply functions support the existence of Sargon’s underground rivers.

Here, this godforsaken place is a complete desert; there's not even a single oasis, let alone a rainforest!

“But we still have to try, maybe it will work?” Yarman sighed and walked towards the outside of the tower. Mostima followed him and quickly walked to his side.

“Are you going to mine an underground river?” Mostima asked.

"What else can we do? If we don't find a water source soon, we'll die of thirst." Yarman sighed and walked out of the tower without stopping, heading towards the elevator tower in the city center. To go from the top deck of the mobile city to the bottom, we still had to take a special elevator.

Along the way, he chatted with the people who bowed to him, and Yarman responded to the questions of these new citizens with a confident smile. Although he knew that Canaan was in a bad situation, with everything in ruins, lacking everything, and extremely poor, he could not show it in front of others.

Anyone can back down on these issues, but he can't, because if he backs down, Canaan is doomed. Not only can he not back down, but he must also confidently tell anyone who asks him these questions that everything is fine!

After bidding farewell to the large crowd surrounding him, Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead; this temperature wouldn't bother him, of course, because his people were too clever.

"what happened?"

“The questions they asked were too tricky.” Yarman shook his head and said with a wry smile, “Those who come to ask us questions are basically leaders of small groups in the wasteland. They may not understand the governance of mega-mobile cities, but they know the basics!”

"We've all run a household before, so let's not lie to each other. Fortunately, the issue of food has alleviated most of their concerns, otherwise, they would be in even more trouble now!"

We still need to think of a way!

Chapter 48: How do you supply energy?

After taking the elevator to the very bottom of the moving city, Yarman and Mostima walked side by side, past the stone statues that worked at the bottom, and arrived at an open area.

Looking around, Yarman slowly placed his hand on the ground, gently closed his eyes, and his immense mental power instantly penetrated the base of the mobile city, extending towards the desert below.

Half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes and sighed helplessly, "The place we're in just happens to have absolutely no underground rivers!"

“…Then what should we do?” Mostima asked, looking at him.

Yarman slowly stood up. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized that he shouldn't think about things simply from the perspective of a city lord; he was also a mage!

“I suddenly have an idea!” Yarman said to Mostima, “I want to install a spatial channel in the water tanks of each of our cities, and then connect the other end of the spatial channel to the large lake in Siesta. Whenever the water in the tank is not enough, the channel will be opened.”

What do you think of this method?

"Can you make a magic array with such a large input capacity?" Mostima looked at him and asked hesitantly. The reservoir of a mobile city is not an ordinary thing. If the input capacity of the magic array is not large enough, then it can only be considered a small thing that is better than nothing.

“I think I can do it!” Yarman thought for a moment and slowly nodded. “The key is the control system for starting and stopping the magic circle. It’s best to rely on Originium to run it. However, we still need to be prepared for both possibilities. We need to build the magic circle, and we also need to sign the agreement with Siesta!”

“I’m fine with anything,” Mostima nodded.

“Then I’ll head back to the lab first.” Yarman turned and walked toward the elevator behind him, saying to Mostima as he went, “The only remaining issue is energy. What should we do with the Originium?”

"If only we could grow Originium like we grow crops," Mostima suddenly sighed. Obtaining Originium was a major problem throughout Terra. Natural disasters always appeared randomly. Although a lot of them would come at once, who knew where they would appear?

Because of its randomness, Terra's Originium industry is always in a state of semi-deadness. Capital is completely uninterested in it, and only the government regularly invests money in it every year to ensure energy supply.

“Just like farming…” Upon hearing this, Yalman suddenly had a new idea. He turned to Mostima and asked, “What do you think about creating artificial disasters?”

"???"

“I artificially created a massive natural disaster!” Yarman looked at the stunned Mostima. “The disaster absorbs Originium particles in the air and turns them into Originium. I created the disaster, let it help us aggregate Originium, and then kept cooling it down to take away the Originium that had been gathered.”

"In this way, natural disasters will always be in a state of being about to erupt but not erupting, and can only continuously produce Originium, thus giving us a continuous supply of Originium."

“...Yalman”.

"Ok?"

“You’re a genius!” Mostima looked at him and sneered, “You can even extract Originium from natural disasters?”

“This is just an idea, but I have some thoughts now,” Yarman murmured. He pulled Mostima along and quickly walked up the elevator, all the way back to the top deck, and then ran back into the tower.

Upon entering the laboratory, Yarman decisively opened the chat group and purchased three technologies: Steam Core, Tesla Energy Coil, and Energy Tower Construction Technology. He then asked a question.

Yarman: @RealisticGrandMagician, do you have nuclear power plant technology where you are?

Scranton: A nuclear power plant? Yes, what do you need that for?

Tesla: You actually bought three of my things at once. Are you going to build your own city?

Yarman: To be precise, I've already established it, and now I'm having a headache over the energy issue.

Tesla: Don't you have enough Originium over there?

Yarman: To be honest, it's not enough. A mobile city consumes astronomical amounts of Originium every day.

Doctor: You really have a mobile city!

Yarman: Why would I lie to you? Robert, could you upload it?

Scranton: It's already uploaded. Go buy it yourself.

Lin Yi: What do you need nuclear power plant technology for? Your world doesn't even have uranium.

Yarman: By the way, Lin, how does your world of energy work?

Lin Yi: In the mortal world, it's similar to the Middle Ages, where people burn firewood. But for us cultivators, we generally use spirit stones. Major sects all have their own spirit stone mines.

Dumbledore: The concentration of magic energy here is high enough that we don't need these things. We can just draw a magic circle, and the magic circle will automatically collect magic energy from the air to keep running.

Lindal: Mine is useless to you. You don't have holy water or dark elixir over there, and even your gold is different from ours. We have gold here, but you have red gold.

Aurora: Our situation is the same as Mr. Dumbledore's; the magic circle collects magic energy on its own.

Veronica: Forget about us here. We follow the idealistic path. As long as you are strong enough and you think it's possible, then it is. The laws of matter are meant to be broken here.

Yarman: @UnnamedFemaleBeast, when it comes to being wild, you guys are the wildest!

Yarman: @RealisticGrandMagician, thanks, I'm logging off now.

Scranton: Wait a minute, I have a new idea. I want to create a super-large reality anchor, then install our laws on it, and you can take it to your world and let it fight against the laws of your world. When the two fight, a lot of energy will definitely be released, and you can utilize that energy.

Scranton: So, it's like you have a perpetual motion machine! How about it, want to give it a try? If you're willing, I won't charge you, and I'll even give you a real-world anchor for free!

Yarman: ...Never mind, I'm afraid I'll ruin my world.

Veronica: I think it's worth a try!

Yarman: Next time for sure, next time for sure.

After saying that, Yarman closed the chat group. None of these people were mentally sound; they were all thinking about crazy things all day long, as if they were afraid of getting themselves killed.

Looking at the massive steam core and Tesla coil in front of him, as well as the two books on the table, Yarman gently opened the books and began to read them seriously.

"Sizzle~~~~"

"What are you doing... You've already built the prototype so quickly?" Mostima was stunned when she opened the door and saw the two huge machines on the ground.

“No, I bought these from someone else before.” Yarman glanced at the two devices on the ground, then waved the book in his hand. “These two are the real gems. I feel like I’ve found my direction.”

"Which direction?"

"Turning the Canaan Energy Tower into a giant bomb...a method for creating something incredibly powerful."

Chapter 49: What does a super colossus look like?

"I've made up my mind, and I'm going to do it this way!" Yarman looked at the several large objects in front of him, pointed at them, and said resolutely to Mostima, "If Canaan is to develop, we must have our own energy system, a completely new system!"

"So what kind of energy system do you want to develop?"

"I want to take the current energy system to the next level!" Yalman said excitedly, waving the book in his hand. "This is the foundation of our future!"

"..."

Seeing that Yalman seemed to have already envisioned a bright future, Mostima shrugged noncommittally and asked, "When will the conversation with Lord Siestadorkos begin?"

“Three days from now, we’ll set off in three days. Oh, and there’s one more thing.” Yarman put the book on the table and looked at Mostima. “Now we can start setting up our management system. In the next few days, go and talk to the leaders of those wasteland groups and infected organizations that have entered our city!”

"Those who want to stay with us can continue to do so; those who don't can leave on their own. If you neither want to leave nor join us, then you know what to do, right?"

“Okay, I understand.” Mostima nodded, then looked at Yarman and said, “Give me access to the lowest-level stone statue servants.”

"Didn't I already open it up to you?"

“I’m talking about those you’re hiding in the very back, those stone statue servants who are 3.75 meters tall, clad in silver-gray armor, carrying heavy shields and chainsaw-axe spears, and carrying heavy weaponry units.” Mostima said, looking at the astonished and embarrassed Yarman. “I remember there were three hundred of them, right?”

"How did you know about those stone statue servants I made?" Yarman looked at her with a bit of curiosity. He tapped the air a few times and took out a spell token from his pocket. "Those were all made with a lot of effort. You can use them, but don't break them."

"How could I possibly break it?"

“I mean, when you’re making them fight, don’t ruin our mobile city,” Yarman said, turning his head away without looking back.

Those puppets were all made by him based on the Space Marines in his memory. Each one was a war machine capable of forming an army on its own, weighing 16 tons, running at a speed of 30 meters per second, with a strength of 35 tons, eyes that could fire magical lasers, and the numerically controlled heavy firepower unit on its back that carried anti-ship missiles.

They haven't reached the level of a great wizard, so ordinary spells are just a drop in the ocean. They are also equipped with low-level artificial intelligence, can use some basic rock spells and defensive spells, and have self-healing capabilities.

These super stone statue minions are one of Yarman's trump cards, or rather, besides his main form and the chat group members, these three hundred stone statue minions are his most powerful regular trump cards.

Meanwhile, in order to build these three hundred war machines, Yarman used all his knowledge and skills, emptied the entire wealth of his lineage, and also spent all the trading points he had accumulated over the years.

After all, things like artificial intelligence, the somatic nervous system, core spell runes, and numerically controlled heavy firepower systems were all imported; he spent a lot of money to buy them from Scranton and Dumbledore.

"Oh, that……"

"Here you go." Yarman handed the newly modified token to Mostima. "This is the token to control them. Don't worry about losing it. No one but you can use it. Don't worry about what I just said. If they really want to do something, I will allow you to use them freely."

"This one……"

“I’ve set up three modes for them. Once the third mode is activated, their low-level AI and heavy firepower systems will kick in. If you’re in real danger, immediately activate the third mode. It’s okay if the mobile city is gone; we can build another one. Just make sure you’re alright,” Yarman said earnestly to her.

Holding the token in her hand, Mostima paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Okay."

“That’s all for now. You can go to the bottom layer to control them.” Yarman nodded, turned around and returned to the lab table to continue studying his energy system.

"I'm leaving."

"Go."

Ignoring Mostima who was leaving, Yarman stared intently at the machine in front of him. He wasn't actually good at mechanics; the few mechanical things he had learned were only because he needed to create magical artifacts. Now, this steam core, which was the culmination of the wisdom of many engineers from Tesla's side, was beyond his capabilities.

He was even less able to work with the nuclear power plant technology that Scranton had passed on to him. This thing needed to be completely overhauled. Simply put, everything that was bought needed to be converted into Terra-style magical artifacts.

"Sigh, take it slow, one step at a time... Forget it, I'll give myself a buff." Yarman looked at the book in front of him and decisively activated the spell learning function. It was impossible to do it on his own; he needed a cheat code.

Or perhaps, after using cheats so much, he no longer wants to be a normal player.

…………