A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I really like this machine too!"

Chapter 55: You've been smiling the whole time!

"Beep~~~~~!"

Seeing the light bulb suddenly light up beside him, Yarman paused for a moment. "It seems Mostima has succeeded. The energy core has been installed! Power supply shouldn't be a problem anymore... probably."

As he walked through the underworld of the mobile city, two messages suddenly entered his mind: one from his Lungmen clone and the other from his Reunion clone.

Both conveyed the same message: the Reunion Movement has taken control of Chernobog and is now sending troops to attack Lungmen!

"They've launched an attack after all!" Yarman shook his head. This news was actually of little use to him, as he wasn't there and he had complete faith that his clone could handle the situation.

Just ...

Wutong: @CatHeadTowerWarlock, are you in Lungmen? I've arrived in Lungmen!

Yarman: ...I'm not here.

Wutong: Oh no! What should we do then!

Yarman: But my clone is there. You can go find him. He's in a suite on the top floor of the Longmen Hotel in the inner city. He shouldn't be out now, but I don't know if he'll be out any later.

Lin Yi: Is Wutong about to be hung up and hammered?

Wutong: Bullshit!

Lindal: I remember that horned woman from Lungmen, she seemed quite arrogant towards you guys.

Lin Yi: There's nothing we can do. They were the ones who begged and pleaded with them to cooperate, and they even asked for such a high price. They were just giving them a look; they were already being kind by not kicking them out on the spot.

Dumbledore: Why bother trying to cooperate with others? If it doesn't work out, just let it go!

Aurora: There's probably something you can't say about it.

Wutong: No, it's because we are an infected organization, and this is a riot launched by another infected organization. In order to prevent normal people from becoming more disgusted with the infected, we have to stop it.

Everyone: ...

Scranton: I always feel like there's something wrong with this logic. Because you're an infected organization, and another infected organization has started a riot, you're supposed to go and fight them? That's weird!

Lin Yi: I also felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

Aurora: By the way, how resentful are the Infected in your world? Can it get any worse?

Wutong: This... I guess it won't work, right? They've already been expelled from the human race in some places.

Aurora: Then why are you worried about that? Or are you hoping to sustain your ridiculous livelihood by relying on the almost negligible pity of normal people? That's just too...

Lindal: All I know is that if anyone dares to discriminate against my tribe like this, I will destroy everything they have, even if it costs me my life! You can think this is reckless, but I think it's truly pathetic if someone is backed into a corner and doesn't even have the courage to fight back.

Yarman: Although I really want to support you, I don't think you will succeed. Even if you develop a cure for Oripathy, the infected will still not be saved. The infected have been completely separated and can't go back. They are involved in too many things, and no one will allow them to go back.

Wutong: This...

Yarman: Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I have to go to Siesta in a few days. Sigh, it's really troublesome. Now I finally understand why you guys at Tesla are so quiet all day long. There's just too much to do!

Tesla: You understand. Sigh, I really have no choice now. These people like to come to my office and talk to me all the time. I don't have time to listen to them.

Tesla: But none of that is important. It's about his sled dog going missing, a piece of pork he left by the door being stolen, his steam pipes getting blocked, and his window getting stuck.

Tesla: I'm speechless. Where do they get so many questions? And the guy who put the pork at the door, who told you to put it at the door? Why didn't you put it properly? Aren't you just inviting people to steal it? I'm really speechless. It's like setting the door password to 123456. Who else would they steal from if not you?

Yarman: It's about the same for me, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Tesla: Sigh, I'm taking blood pressure medication like it's food every day now, it's really intoxicating.

Yarman: Forget it, calm down, don't get so angry.

Yarman: Wait a minute, I have something to do here, I'll log off first.

Yarman closed the chat group and headed towards the location of the energy tower. His senses told him that there seemed to be a minor malfunction at the energy tower. Just as he was halfway there, the power suddenly went out.

"Tsk!"

Yarman sighed in frustration and turned to walk towards the stairs next to him. These stairs also led directly to the top deck of the mobile city, but it would definitely take much longer.

"Levitation!"

Yarman cast a levitation spell on himself and flew up the stairs. After a full twenty-five minutes, he finally reached the top deck and slowly walked out of the stairwell.

"Beep~~~~!"

Seeing the streetlights suddenly turn on beside him, Yarman was stunned for a moment. He took a deep breath and thought, "Damn it, I just got to the elevator door and it was out of power. I walked up the stairs and it's back to power!"

"[Leytanian profanity]! Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's something we created ourselves, so it's normal for it to have flaws. We need to learn to be patient, patient!"

Yarman stood there for a while to calm himself down, then smiled and walked toward the energy tower, happily greeting the people passing by. Soon, he arrived at the elevator door of the energy tower, looked at the elevator in front of him, and slowly pressed the up button.

[Leytania profanity] If you keep cutting off the power, I'll tear you down!

He silently thought to himself, looking at the elevator in front of him. This time the elevator was very efficient, and it quickly arrived at the first floor. With a crisp ding-dong, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Stepping slowly into the elevator, Yarman pressed the close button and stood quietly inside, waiting for it to take him to the top floor where the energy core was located. The elevator ascended quickly, and soon he arrived at the 33rd and a half floor, just half a floor away from the top floor where the energy core was stored.

"Chirp~~~~~Drip~~~~!"

Seeing the elevator car lights suddenly dim, Yarman was stunned. He stood there, his eyes slightly closed, and he was certain that the elevator had suddenly lost power on this floor. He was trapped inside and couldn't get out!

"Ugh... Does this thing have a grudge against me?!"

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

"Hey?"

"Yalman, the energy tower is unstable, are you aware of that?"

"I know."

"Did you get it repaired?"

"I went."

"Where are you now?"

“Energy Tower, 33 and a half floors.” Yarman looked around at the pitch-black surroundings and sighed helplessly. “Remember to call more people to help. I’m trapped in the elevator. If I can’t get out in half an hour, I’ll have to do it myself, understand?”

"……I see."

Are you laughing?

"No, pfft!"

"You just kept laughing, you never stopped!"

Chapter 56: If I'm the same as everyone else, there will be big problems.

"Sizzle~~~Sizzle~~~"

In the dark elevator cabin, a light suddenly appeared. Yarman slowly looked up and saw Mostima standing in front of the opened door with a smile on her face, extending her hand to him. "What, aren't you coming up?"

"..."

Taking her outstretched hand, Yarman climbed out of the elevator car. He dusted himself off and sighed as he looked at the elevator behind him. "I feel like this elevator has a grudge against me."

I don't think so.

"why?"

“I feel like the machine you manufactured has a grudge against you.” Mostima looked at him and said with a smile, “Think about it, what powers the elevator? What did the elevator do wrong? It just stopped working because it ran out of power. Shouldn’t you blame the machine that powers it?”

“That…makes sense!” Yarman nodded seriously. “I’ll go check out what’s wrong with that damn thing! We can’t keep having this intermittent power supply!”

“I don’t know, I just threw Originium in as you said,” Mostima said calmly, shaking her head as she stood to the side.

Heading upstairs to the top floor, Yarman went straight to the running machine and began to carefully examine the large machine in front of him. After opening the internal structure, he quickly discovered the problem.

"The Originium crystal is too big; it's blocking the passage!" Yarman looked at the pipe completely blocked by a huge Originium crystal, reached out and took it out, casually tossing it into the processor next to him. "Why is there such a big Originium crystal?"

"what happened?"

"No, it's just that the crystals formed by the internal natural disaster were too large, blocking the channels for clearing the crystals." Yarman patted the Originium dust off his hands. "In the state of natural disaster, Originium particles automatically crystallize into Originium crystals, releasing a huge amount of energy at the same time. This machine absorbs that energy to power it."

"The purpose of injecting Originium is to enable it to operate with matter and energy, forming a catastrophe state, aggregating Originium particles from the outside world, and releasing enormous energy. When the Originium crystals in the catastrophe reach a certain level, it will explode. In order to maintain the catastrophe state, this machine will continuously extract the Originium crystals from it."

"As long as the Originium crystals inside the natural disaster do not reach a certain number, it will not erupt. What we need is for it to remain in a state of aggregated Originium particles to continuously supply us with energy. At the same time, we also need to extract the Originium crystals. However, the work of clearing the Originium crystals seems to be going poorly."

"The machines that sensed danger shut down automatically, the natural disaster was forcibly interrupted and disappeared, and then the power went out."

Seeing Yalman constantly gesturing at the machine, Mostima didn't say much. She directly interrupted his endless theoretical explanation, "So, what should we do next? With your power supply unstable, it's difficult to start production work in other places!"

"I'm going to make this pipe for clearing Originium crystals bigger!" Yarman took out his staff and began modifying the machine in front of him. With flashes of magical light, the machine grew several sizes larger, and the pipe for clearing Originium crystals also became much bigger.

“I thought that after our processing, the concentration of Originium particles in Canaan would be lower, but I didn’t expect it to still be so high, so high that the rate at which the machine aggregates natural disasters is too fast for the machine to handle.” Yarman said slowly, looking at the machine in front of him. “The rate at which natural disasters form is strongly correlated with the concentration of Originium particles.”

"So, what are you planning to do?"

"Isn't that all?" Yarman pointed to the machine in front of him. "Now this machine won't have any problems, and it's enough to supply the current normal life in Canaan."

"What do we do with the waste generated during production?"

“This…” Yarman looked at the large pile of Originium crystals emitting extremely high levels of radiation piled up to the side, and scratched his head, saying, “How about we use these to refine pure Originium?”

Do you have the technology to refine pure Originium?

"No."

"Then what do you have to say!"

“We can’t just bury it, can we? This is highly polluting waste, we can’t just bury it anywhere!” Yarman said with a headache. Indeed, even now, he still doesn’t have the technology to refine pure source stones. “Besides, these things can’t be sold, no one will buy them.”

So what do we do?

"Let's find a place to put them for now, like the bottom layer. They're Originium after all, so let's treat them as Canaan's resource reserves. We can take them out when we need them later." Yarman shook his head and said helplessly, "Have the stone statue servants come and take these things down there in a bit."

"it is good."

"Besides this, is there anything else about Canaan?" Yarman put his staff back into his pocket, took out a pure source stone, threw it into the machine, and restarted it.

“Yes, I need to talk to the leaders of those small groups tomorrow morning about the remaining matters, and then we need to establish our own management organization.” Mostima took out a notebook from his pocket, looked at the items on it and said, “Also, Siesta is urging us.”

"You go over there and talk to them yourself tomorrow. I'll stay here and talk to the leaders of those small groups."

“Okay, anyway, I’ve already given you access to the War Machine. If there are any problems, just let the War Machine handle them.” Yarman wasn’t worried about her safety.

“I know.” Mostima nodded knowingly; she was very familiar with this thing.

They took the elevator downstairs together and walked together on the street. There were few people on the street at the time, and everyone was working at their respective posts.

“There will definitely be more and more people in Canaan in the future, and one energy tower is definitely not enough,” Mostima said as he looked at the low-rise buildings around him that were lit up.

“It might not be enough.” Yarman suddenly thought of Tesla. To this day, each camp still only has one energy tower, which runs at full power all day long and has never broken down.

"...Such a large mobile city, with only one energy tower, do you think that's enough?"

"Why don't we try and see if it's possible? How do we know if it's possible if we don't try?" Yarman said nonchalantly. "Right now, I'm thinking of canceling all the energy towers in all the city-states and concentrating them all in the center, building a super-large central energy tower to supply energy to all areas."

Why are your ideas always so unconventional?

“Perhaps it’s because my followers are different from the followers of ordinary people.” Yarman shrugged. He wasn’t human; he was an old branch. How could his thoughts be exactly the same?

It's normal for them to be different. If his ideas were the same as everyone else's, then something terrible would happen!

This suggests that Canaan may need to change its name to R'lyeh.

Chapter 57: Hermann: I am investing

The next day, at 7:30 in the morning.

"Alright, I'm getting ready to go." Yarman put his staff away and looked at Mostima, who was still sitting in a chair eating breakfast. "I don't know if I'll be back tonight, so you don't need to wait for me."

"Hmm." Mostima nodded calmly.

"Also, have someone keep an eye on the water tank. When I get there, the first thing I'll do is set up a magic array there, and a huge amount of water will be poured in. You need to be prepared."

"Well, I see."

As he slowly stepped out of the tower, Yarman drew his staff and cast, "Apparition!"

"boom!"

…………

The edge region of the Siesta Sea.

"Pfft!"

"[Letanian profanity]! I shouldn't have been positioned on the lakeside!" Yarman poked his head out of the clear water, casually cast a levitation spell, and floated ashore. He hadn't reacted in time and had been teleported directly into the lake, and now he was soaking wet.