A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Half an hour later, the two finally emerged from the garden. There were already people waiting outside the gate. Upon seeing them come out, they immediately came forward and said, "Your accommodations have been prepared for you, and your car is ready. Please follow me."

“Okay.” Yarman nodded and followed the man in the suit into a car.

The car drove smoothly forward, and soon the two arrived at a huge villa in the heart of Mary Geoise. The driver got out, opened the car door for them, and led them into the villa.

"This place is really nice!" Yarman plopped down on the soft sofa, looking at Mostima who was standing in front of the living room wine cabinet looking through the bottles. "Why are you looking for drinks as soon as you get here?"

"Just looking." Mostima rummaged through the various drinks in the cabinet, picked up a bottle, walked over to Yarman, and placed it on the table. "The selection here is much better than what you have there."

"How many years has Canaan existed? How many years has their world government ruled the world?" Yarman said irritably. "If they've ruled the world for so many years and are still the same as my side, then they're finished."

“That’s true.” Mostima nodded, then looked at Yarman and asked, “How long are we staying here?”

"Well... you can play for as long as you want."

What is this world like?

“Well, this is…” Yarman suddenly noticed an atlas on the table. He picked it up, placed it in front of Mostima, and opened the first page to show the entire planet. “Look, it looks like this: a ring-shaped continent with many small islands and a vast ocean.”

"Where are we now?"

"Here, in Mary Geoise, is the center of power in the world and a gathering place for the world's nobles. The person you just saw is the strongest person in this world and its ruler."

Looking at the terrain before her, so different from Terra, Mostima remained silent for a long time. She looked up at Yarman and asked, "Yarman, who exactly are you?"

"This... is your lover."

"Snapped!"

Chapter 67: Buying Stocks to Become Chairman

"Can't you be serious for once?" Mostima looked at the grinning Yarman and pointed at him seriously, saying, "I'm asking you, who exactly are you?"

“Me? Actually, I’m not human.” Yarman smiled and shrugged, looking at Mostima, who was in shock. “I’m telling the truth. I can no longer be considered human. How should I put it? It’s complicated and bizarre. I don’t know how to explain it to you.”

"But please believe me, I would never harm you, nor would I harm our world."

Sitting on the sofa, Mostima looked at the sincere Yarman with no expression on her face. For the first time, she felt that she knew so little about the person in front of her. Yarman was like a star in the night sky, clear at first glance, but upon closer inspection, she found that she knew nothing about him.

Looking at Mostima's expressionless face, Yarman sat to the side, feeling helpless. He was willing to tell Mostima everything, but he didn't dare to tell her everything.

Since he met the Great Mother Goddess, his essence has completely changed. Ordinary people who see his true form will go mad on the spot and turn into a monster similar to him. No life form on Terra, except for a few creatures outside the known continents, is qualified to look directly at his true form.

This is why he doesn't reveal his true form on Terra. If he did, there probably wouldn't be a single living person left on Terra, and it could be renamed Old Terra.

To explain his story, the Cthulhu universe is unavoidable. As for the Great Mother Goddess he met, he didn't even dare to utter her name, because if he were to, he could only utter the original, true name. Ordinary people who heard that name would immediately go mad and turn into monsters.

"So you can't tell me what's going on?"

"How should I put it? I had an opportunity that allowed me to communicate with people from other worlds and learn their knowledge. Then, while learning this knowledge, I made a mistake. In order to avoid... trouble, I went to a world with a person, took some gifts, met a great being, and then I changed."

"Don't ask me what I've become, I can't say. After I changed, my strength naturally increased greatly, although I don't know how much. Then I went to the worlds of a few other people and helped them out a little. Later, because someone died right after arriving, his world was opened to us, and we gained a new understanding of the world."

"We found a way to improve the world. We went to that world, talked with the strongest person there, and obtained important information. Then he joined us. With the information we obtained, we successfully intervened in the management of our own world and became the world administrators."

"But the world can't be rushed. I also promised to take you out to play, so we came here."

"These are the things that have happened to me recently. It's a bit vague, but that's the gist of it." Yarman looked at Mostima, who seemed a little confused, and shrugged. "Did you understand?"

"Um...no."

“It’s alright. You know I’m the administrator of our world now, working hard to build big houses and swimming pools to lay the foundation for future enjoyment,” Yarman said with a shrug. He had said everything he could. “Once things develop well, we won’t need to travel to other worlds anymore.”

"At that time, our own world will have lots and lots of big stone balls, and you can go play wherever you want, instead of just sighing while looking at starry sky textures."

"Starry sky texture?"

“Yes, our world is actually very small, just a big rock ball. The sun, the moon, and the countless stars you see are all just star maps created by the world.” Yarman looked at Mostima and said bluntly, “They’re all fake, not a single one is real.”

When he first bought the World Laws Modifier and bound himself to the Terra world, he was just as shocked. He never expected that such a seemingly perfect world would be such a big fraud. The starry sky was just a texture, and even the sun and moon were textures!

The entire world is gone except for a giant stone sphere and the outermost world barrier. There are no other things on the planet's outer surface, not even a single meteorite, let alone satellites!

Even so, he didn't care. So what if it was a little small? It didn't matter. He could develop it slowly. But he didn't expect that Terra World would be so cunning. While he had just returned from One Piece World and was unaware of the situation, he secretly changed the binding agreement when he was binding the modifier!

He was dumbfounded. Good heavens, his real name and real body were permanently bound together, and he couldn't change the binding even if he wanted to. He was completely trapped in the Terra world and couldn't escape!

He had previously planned to develop Terra first, taking some management authority, not all of it, and letting the Doctor keep the rest. When a good, healthy public world came along, he would simply sell all his Terra shares, buy that public world, and make a fortune with Mostima.

Now things are really messed up. He's completely tied to the Terra world, and he's not allowed to sell his shares. He can't run away even if he wants to. If Terra is destroyed, he'll be buried with it. He has no choice but to continue developing Terra as the Terra world administrator.

[Leytania profanity], bought stocks and became the chairman of the board, now he can't escape!

Seeing that Yalman had suddenly become very depressed, Mostima looked at him curiously and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so gloomy?"

“No, I was just thinking about how I got scammed, and it made me a little upset,” Yarman said helplessly. He looked at Mostima and said, “Sigh, don’t doubt me, I really can’t bring harm to our world.”

Sitting on the sofa, Yarman sighed helplessly, then smiled again. "Where shall we go to play later?"

"Where to go?" Mostima opened the atlas, looking at the dense array of islands. After a moment's thought, she pointed to a place. "I want to go here. It looks interesting."

“This is…” Yarman turned to look at the atlas, following Mostima’s finger to an archipelago. Based on the CP0 memories he had recently copied, he slowly said, “The Sabaody Archipelago?”

How do you know the name?

"I borrowed a local's memories. By the way, can you understand them?"

“The language here is similar to the Eastern language, but not exactly the same.” Mostima frowned slightly, looking at the book in front of him and said slowly, “I can barely understand a little… a place where chaos and order are intertwined.”

"That's true. So, are we going or not?"

“Go! It’s a good opportunity to see what the real world is like.” Mostima put down the book in her hand, looked at him and said, “And take a look at the scenery over there.”

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Saint Charles

Sabaody Archipelago, Zone 1.

"Gentlemen, we've arrived at Sabaody Archipelago." The captain respectfully addressed the two men seated behind him. "This is District One of Sabaody Archipelago. The entire Sabaody Archipelago comprises 79 districts, each composed of 79 large trees. Each district has its own unique characteristics, but..."

“Just what?” Mostima asked the captain.

"However, there are a lot of pirates and world nobles here, so it's quite chaotic." The captain sat in the helm, his expression somewhat complicated. He didn't know how to describe this chaotic place in a nice way while avoiding offending anyone he couldn't afford to offend.

Mostima and Yarman exchanged a glance after glancing at the captain, then slowly disembarked and headed towards the Sabaody Archipelago. As soon as they landed on the island, they felt a very uncomfortable sensation.

"The way these people are looking at us is so strange!" Mostima frowned slightly as he looked at the crowd staring at them. "Do we look strange?"

“Probably because we’re different from them.” Yarman shook his head, leading Mostima forward. He still maintained his appearance from his time in Terra, still a cat-man, but according to the people here, he was considered a fur tribe, while Mostima was a new race.

In other areas, this wouldn't be a big deal, but this is Zone One. The largest building in Zone One is the Human Auction House, and the most common places are for slave traders and slave-catching teams.

The two had only walked a short distance when a group of thugs wielding various weapons surrounded them. Then, a man in a black suit stepped forward, followed by two tall thugs carrying knives. Looking at the two, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, "Who are you people?"

"Boss, ask them who they are and what they want, then just arrest them..."

“We…we’re probably Celestial Dragons.” Yarman calmly took out the card Im had given him from his pocket, waved it in front of the stunned expressions on their faces, and pointed to the hoofprint of a nine-legged dragon on it. “Do you recognize this? I remember this is the symbol of the Celestial Dragons?”

"..."×n

"Ah! My lord! My great lord!" The man in the black suit was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt down on the ground, raised his head, and had a fawning smile on his face. At the same time, the group of thugs who surrounded the group also immediately knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Just kidding. The biggest god in the entire Sabaody Archipelago is the Celestial Dragon, and the mark on that card is definitely the Celestial Dragon's mark. The man in the suit wasn't sure if it was real or fake, but... it's always good to be cautious, even though these two weren't wearing bubble masks.

After all, there are plenty of oddballs among the Celestial Dragons. They just don't wear masks, and they have some beast-like fur and aura that are different from ordinary people. It's nothing. Eating a Devil Fruit can give them the same effect.

For Celestial Dragons, Devil Fruits are something they can eat whenever they want.

It's normal, everything is normal, these two are Celestial Dragons!

"You, get up! What's fun here?!" Yarman was too lazy to waste words with this man and pointed at him directly, asking, "I brought my wife out here specifically for fun. Is there anything fun to do here?"

"Yes! Of course!" The man in the suit immediately stood up, bowing and scraping obsequiously, inviting the two to follow him. "In our Zone One, the most fun place is naturally the auction! Please follow me, and may I ask your honorable name?"

“My name is Yalman Muller,” Yalman said calmly, holding Mostima’s hand. He then pointed to Mostima beside him, “Her name is Mostima.”

"Ah, Saint Yarman! The Palace of Mostima!" The man in the suit spoke in an increasingly greasy and affected tone, and his posture became increasingly humble, as if he wanted to bury himself in the ground, as he kept praising the two of them.

The thugs who had been surrounding the two men were still kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up. Only when the three men passed by did they slowly move their bodies on their knees to make way for them.

The people walking around did the same; no matter what they were doing, they all stopped, knelt down by the roadside, and respectfully and fearfully saw the group off.

Walking at the front, Yarman frowned in annoyance at the constant stream of greasy praise around him. "Alright, stop talking. Where exactly is the auction house? What items are up for auction today?"

"Ah, sir! Don't worry, there will definitely be many collectibles that will interest you!" the man in the suit said immediately. Just as the three of them were walking towards the auction, a Celestial Dragon appeared from the side.

The man was dressed in what looked like a spacesuit, with a round, bubble-like mask on his head. Beneath his obese, bloated body was a slave crawling on his knees with a steel chain around his neck. Beside him was a bodyguard in a suit and sunglasses, and further behind were several beautiful women, also chained.

Upon meeting, the Celestial Dragon next door was taken aback for a moment, then slowly raised his hand, pointed at the two, and said, "What are your names? Why aren't you kneeling?"

Why do people in this world like to ask about other people's identities so much?

Mostima frowned slightly. She looked at Yarman beside her, who gently patted her hand and asked the Celestial Dragon opposite her, "And you? What's your name?"

"Hmm! My name is Saint Charlos!" the Celestial Dragon said arrogantly. "Why don't you kneel down!"

“My name is Yalman Muller. As for why, you can ask the Five Elders.”

"Hmm?" Saint Charles paused, sitting atop the slave, seemingly deep in thought. He then turned to his bodyguard beside him. "Do you remember this person?"

"This... sir..." The bodyguard began frantically recalling what he had just asked. This question was extremely dangerous; if he answered incorrectly, he was finished. "This..."

"Does it exist or not?!"

"Yes!" The bodyguard suddenly looked up. He remembered that this was the most distinguished guest mentioned in the document personally issued by the Five Elders yesterday, a person of equal status to the five of them!

"My lord, this is a document personally issued by the Five Elders, regarding those two newly arrived Celestial Dragon guests!"

"Oh." Saint Charles's attitude immediately changed completely. He said to the two of them gently, "Are you here to have fun too?"

Unexpectedly, Im told us about our situation beforehand, but that's fine, it saves us trouble.

“Yes, we came here to have fun too,” Yarman said casually. “This person brought us here, saying there were fun things to do, so we came.”

"Alright then, let's go together. By the way, why don't you ride slaves?"

“Oh.” Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. “Perhaps we don’t need it.”

"No need. Oh, you people are really strange!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Slave Auction

The two walked hand in hand beside Saint Charles. The group did not walk fast, mainly because the slave beneath Saint Charles had no strength left and crawled very slowly.

Looking at the slave beneath him, who was barely moving, Saint Charles kicked him hard in the head several times. "Crawl faster! If you crawl this slowly, when will I ever be able to reunite with my father and sister!" As he spoke, he kicked the slave's head harder and harder, until the slave's head bled profusely.

"..."×2

Seeing this, Yarman frowned slightly and exchanged a glance with Mostima beside him. Both of them could see the disgust in each other's eyes, and Mostima lost all interest in continuing the game.

Seeing the disgust and impatience on the faces of the two men beside him, Saint Charlos was even more enraged. He believed that because his slave crawled so slowly, he was looked down upon by the other two Celestial Dragons, which made him even angrier. He began to kick the slave's head wildly, knocking him to the ground.

“The scenery here is beautiful, Yarman,” Mostima said in Letanian, looking around, “but the creatures here are disgusting and utterly uninteresting. I want to go back.”

“Let’s go back after we’ve finished here,” Yarman said with great annoyance. He didn’t mind Saint Charlos’s treatment of slaves, but he just didn’t like seeing life treated like that. As the world administrator, life was the currency he used to develop the world, and he hated wasting it.

Of course, this wasn't his world, and he couldn't interfere, but this time he wanted to take Mostima out to have some fun and relax, but instead, this happened.

"I'd like to ask when we can continue our journey?" Yalman asked impatiently, glancing at the seemingly insignificant man in a suit beside him. "Has your auction started yet?"

“Well… sir, it’s already begun.” The man in the suit said hesitantly. Seeing Yarman’s increasingly agitated expression, he quickly added, “But it’s only just begun. We have many items in our collection, so it won’t be quick…”

“I understand.” Yarman interrupted him abruptly, then looked at Charles Saint, “Have you sorted things out on your end? If not, we’ll head over there first.”

Saint Charles paused, glancing at the slaves lying on the ground behind him. Just as he was about to say something, his attention was drawn to a group of doctors running past them in the distance.

Under the watchful eyes of the two men, Charles Saint, in an attempt to save face and also driven by lust, shot and killed the nurse's boyfriend, forcibly abducted the nurse, and took her as his wife.

"Tsk, Yarman, why did you bring me to this kind of world?" Mostima looked at the chaotic scene before her and glared at Yarman with displeasure. "What's so interesting about bullying men and women?"

"I...I just thought the scenery here was beautiful, and I simply wanted to bring you here to see it," Yarman explained somewhat flusteredly, gesturing frantically in the air. "How was I supposed to know we'd encounter something like this? People like this are always a minority. I never expected we'd run into one!"

"It's boring."

"Shall we go back now?"

“Since we’re already here, let’s watch it first.” Mostima shook her head, looked around, and nudged Yarman’s hand. “Besides, look around, there are so many random people, and they seem to be quite strong.”

"Is that so?" Yarman seemed to realize something a little lately. He looked around at the kneeling crowd and finally picked out a small group of human life forms with relatively strong vitality. "They're alright, nothing special."

It wasn't that he didn't know there were strong people among the crowd, but these people were simply too weak compared to him. They were so weak that his sense of danger automatically shielded them, categorizing them as harmless ants. They were all things that could be crushed with a single finger, the only difference being the amount of juice they released.

Just as the two were talking, another person arrived. Judging from the three knives at his waist, he seemed to be a swordsman, but he only had two hands, so it was unclear what the third knife was for.

"What do you think this man's third knife is for?" Mostima leaned against Yarman, pointing with interest at the swordsman who kept drinking. "Is it a spare knife?"

"Well, if I told you that you had the knife in your mouth, would you believe me?"

"……what?"