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The other two also changed their expressions upon hearing this. Since they connected to Originium Energy, their world had developed by leaps and bounds, much faster than before. They had even developed countless derivative products, some of which had become necessities of life.

If you cut off the supply of Originium, how will we survive and develop?

Ignoring the three's urgent attempts to persuade him to stay and their various extravagant compensation offers, Yarman went directly to Veronica, who was standing aside watching the show. "You're ruthless enough, but don't worry, I, Yarman, always keep my word. If I say I'll give you two million tons of Originium, I will definitely give it to you, but!"

"I can't guarantee they can multiply indefinitely! You'd better watch yourself!"

After saying that, Yarman abandoned the equally dumbfounded Veronica and went straight to the research ship. He then disappeared into the air of Xuanqing Star along with the research ship, leaving the four of them staring at each other in bewilderment.

"..."×4

"...Lin Yi! Did you buy out all the remaining Originium in the group shop?!"

"Sorry, my world also needs to develop." Lin Yi glanced at the four of them and said with a cold smile, "Instead of focusing on what I have, you should hurry up and think about how to persuade him to come back. Didn't I say before? Now that we've connected, let's work on building a good relationship!"

Standing still, Scranton pondered for a moment, then looked at Lin Yi, "Could we apply to revoke his administrator status and lift the ban on his world travel tickets?"

"The rules don't specify how to cancel an administrator's status. In principle, it can be canceled, but in reality, it can't. Also, to cancel the ban on time travel tickets for a world, five administrators must agree simultaneously. Do you think he's stupid enough to agree?" Lin Yi mocked without any politeness.

"..."×4

"Alright, I'm leaving now. You guys can discuss it yourselves." Veronica stood up listlessly. Her world had the least dependence on Originium; she only used it to please her boss. The Originium embargo wasn't really a big problem for her.

These few people, however, insisted on interrupting someone else's path to world advancement, wanting to turn that world into their own mine. Now look what happened, they've angered them, and they deserve it!

Looking at the three furious men, Veronica smiled coldly. She was even certain that if they hadn't discovered that Yarman had suddenly become so much stronger and they weren't confident they could take him down, they would have definitely made their move in this world!

If Yarman really dies here, then that doctor probably won't have a good ending either. At best, he'll become a mine manager, providing the three of them with an endless supply of Originium until he dies.

As for herself, she was also worried about Azathoth's problem, wondering if the Originium with its infinite proliferation potential could work. If it did, she might receive more blessings and have the opportunity to become an Outer God. As for the ship, she had it made by a technological civilization in her world.

The purpose was to tempt Yarman; maybe he's just a brainless person?

But... Yarman is one of the Great Mother Goddess's people, so we should try to salvage the situation.

Veronica pondered silently before leaving this world. As for the three of them, she didn't want to get involved. After all, they bought large quantities of Originium to replace their world's energy source when they saw that Yarman had become the world administrator and could sell Originium in large quantities.

You still want to kill him? You deserve it!

Without a huge financial blow, they can't salvage the situation; she thinks it will be difficult!

Old friends, please wait a moment and let me say something.

First of all, I was wrong, please don't go! Please!

I was just thinking of writing about a few minor setbacks. I'm sorry, everyone, I was wrong.

If you can't accept this, then I won't write anymore. Please don't leave, okay?

Because the subject matter I chose involves worlds that are not normal, those selected are all exceptional individuals... dragons and phoenixes, who are all incredibly cunning.

Yarman chose to upload Originium and prepare to develop the Originium system, which will inevitably lead to the same treatment as the Arab countries. Others will definitely try to mess with him, and the best they can do is turn his world into a mining farm.

This is how things should be! My old friends! My bosses!

I can assure you all that it will definitely be enjoyable, but there will be some twists and turns to the enjoyment.

Is this acceptable to you?

Please, please don't leave. I was wrong. I didn't post it all at once, which upset everyone. Please give me another chance, okay?

I was really wrong! o(╥﹏╥)o

No update today.

As the title suggests, there will be no update today.

The reason is simple: I have a headache, I can't think of anything to write, I've been too tired lately and can't produce anything, I want to rest and think about what I really want to do now, what I want to do in the future, and how to proceed with this book.

Sigh, if you want to criticize, then criticize; if you don't want to read, then leave. My abilities really don't match my current achievements.

that is all.

Chapter 90: Learning witchcraft is very simple!

Terra, Canaan.

"You seem unhappy?" Mostima walked over with a beer in hand and placed it in front of Yarman, who was sitting silently on the sofa. "What happened?"

“I…sigh, some…something really upsetting has happened.” Yarman rubbed his right hand, saying with a mix of helplessness and sadness, “I feel like I made some mistakes from the very beginning, but I don’t know where I started going wrong, and then it led to a series of consequences, and in the end, I messed everything up.”

Hearing his vague answer, Mostima frowned slightly. "So what exactly happened? Is it related to other worlds? Did you have some friction with them?"

"Hmm...maybe, just a minor disagreement."

“Alright.” Mostima nodded, stood up and walked toward the tower’s gate. She couldn’t help him solve these problems, but she knew someone who might be able to, and that person just happened to be in Canaan.

About ten minutes later, a man dressed in a black robe, even in the middle of summer, walked in. As soon as he entered, he smiled at Yarman and said, "I heard you had a very fruitful trip, Yarman."

"..."

"Alright, enough joking around." The doctor's smile faded. He walked to the sofa opposite Yarman and sat down, looking at him seriously as he asked, "Did something happen over there?"

“I have other matters to attend to in Canaan, so I’ll be leaving now.” Mostima turned and left the tower.

"..."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"This...this..."

"Would it be easier for you to explain if I left here too?" the doctor joked again.

"Well... actually, it's like this..."

Sitting on the sofa, Yarman looked at the doctor opposite him and said helplessly, "At first, I just planned to sell some Originium to supplement my family's income. I didn't expect that Originium would be so useful over there. So I thought I could sell more and make more money to become a world administrator. That's what I did."

"Unexpectedly, the results were so good. They bought such a large amount and even started to fully integrate into the Originium system. I made a fortune, so I thought about expanding production. I built several Cataclysm Rain Mines on Terra using those materials and kept selling them."

"In the end, they got the idea to mess with our world, and that's how it happened."

"..."×2

"You see, that's how it is."

"...Alright, so that explains why I received so many private messages this morning." The Doctor sighed helplessly, leaning back on the sofa with a wry smile. "Everyone's thinking about how to upgrade their own energy systems. Who would allow their lifeline to be taken advantage of?"

"...So, what advice can you give me now?"

“Well… I can’t give you any advice, but I can help you with this.” The doctor pondered for a moment, then looked at Yarman and said, “I hope you can let me take over your current position and I will talk to them. Of course, we should discuss things together.”

"Look, is this okay?" the doctor asked Yarman seriously. He had finally figured it out. Yarman was just a simple researcher who let things take their natural course and left the outcome entirely to chance. How could things not go wrong if he did it this way?

For the sake of world safety, let him do it. Although he's not very good either, he's still better than Bialman.

After hearing the doctor's words, Yarman thought for a long time and finally nodded, "Okay, then you go and talk to them. I don't want to talk to them anymore. As for the identification, here you go."

Looking at the small square box placed in front of him, the doctor took the box with some doubt. Then the box disappeared from his hand in an instant. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world became much clearer, and he seemed to have gained a lot of mysterious and mysterious permissions.

"This is the key to upgrade to a super user. Now you are a super user of Terra. The mine is on the other side of the continent, those golden dots."

"...I understand now, that's why I still have a few blind spots."

"Those are the original gods of this world, and they are also super users."

"I understand," the professor nodded. "Then why not just give me administrator privileges?"

“I’m afraid you might accidentally go crazy.” Yarman looked at him and explained, “There are still some strange beings in the corners of Terra. If you become an administrator, you can see them, but your strength is too weak. If you see them, you will go insane.”

"...Am I really that bad?"

"Isn't that bad enough? You can't even destroy a civilian landship by yourself!"

"...Huh?! Even!"

"How about this, when you can destroy a small piece of city-state land with a single move, I'll promote you to Terra World Administrator. What do you think?" Yarman said gently, looking at the dumbfounded Doctor.

"Then how long would it take me to cultivate?"

"No need for ages, just two or three months will do. It'll be quick. All you need to do is study witchcraft for 14 hours a day, read through all the books on witchcraft in the Canaan Library, and then I'll send you to the other side of the continent to fight a few group battles. That'll be about it."

"..."

"You seem rather quiet?"

"Yalman, I've finally come to understand something."

What's the reasoning behind that?

"When God closes this door, He will surely open another one for you," the doctor said earnestly. What kind of prodigy is this? He can study witchcraft for fourteen hours a day. A normal person would have been exhausted by now, but this person not only did it, but also lived such a comfortable life.

This is probably what talent is all about. All the talent points were allocated to witchcraft, scientific research, and Cthulhu affinity, and none of the others were allocated.

Looking at the self-satisfied Yarman across from him, the doctor suddenly recalled a story from his past life: the top student in a school's Victorian language exam went on stage to introduce his learning method to the students, saying it was very simple and everyone could learn it—just memorize four hundred Victorian words a day.

This simple yet domineering method completely baffled him. It sounds simple, requiring only the memorization of 400 words a day. But is memorizing 400 words a day something that most people can do?

That's the feeling Yarman gives him now. The way to become a great wizard is very simple: just study witchcraft for fourteen hours a day and memorize all the books in the library in two months.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Go talk to them and see... never mind, you decide." Yarman was about to make a request, but after thinking about everything that happened in the group, he decided to just be a figurehead.

“Wait a minute, Yarman, I have three… requests.”

"Hmm? What request?"

"I hope that after you finish your experiment, we can discuss how to use the results. Also, I hope you can help me train some children and cultivate a few strong individuals."

"Well... okay, is there one more?"

"I hope to learn magic from you."

Chapter 91: From this, it can be easily concluded that...

"The doctor is gone?"

Yes, he's gone.

"It seems he's taken your worries away with him."

"I guess so. I feel like I've turned into a radish stamp."

“Isn’t this a good thing? You’re not good at handling those things anyway.” Mostima sat down next to him. “Let the professionals do what they’re good at. At least personally, I think this will be a good outcome, and I think he’s absolutely trustworthy.”

"why?"

“Because he also has many people here he can’t let go of, and most importantly, you’re in charge of the money,” Mostima said calmly. “By the way, what is he doing now?”

“Him? He’s probably negotiating.” Yarman shrugged. “I’ve entrusted this to him. If he can do it well, then I’ll officially hand over all these tasks to him.”

"What if he can handle these things?"

“Then I’ll hand over my position on the World Committee to him, and then I can focus on my research and spend more time with you. I guess that’s my failure,” Yarman said, looking at her with a touch of melancholy.

"The World Committee? What will happen if we hand it over?"

"This is terrible!" Yarman shrugged, resting his chin on his right hand and muttering, "That means we've completely lost contact with the highest levels of various worlds. We can basically forget about going to other people's worlds, and we can't win over anyone. The only way to regain contact is to create a new group ourselves."

"What can we do after we hand it over?"

“If we hand it over to the Doctor, then we’re safe. We can only play in our own world. He will also control the finances of the trade. Then I’ll end up like him now, with only Canaan left, or maybe not even Canaan, just a research ship.”

"So what?"

"Five million trading points in salary a year, two million trading points reimbursed—that's how profitable world trade is. This is just a drop in the ocean; they earn far more in a day, and then..."

"Champagne, lobster, traveling the world, private unlimited space portal, lunch breaks, free weekend trips to attractions around the world, no assessments or time requirements, he'll provide all the necessary resources, free access to all kinds of rare treasures in the group store, plus my world access... How about we give it a try?"

Hearing this, Mostima's eyes lit up. She had long been dissatisfied with Yarman's constant running around outside. Now that all of this could end, it was naturally a good thing for her. Besides, wasn't this a good thing? In addition, Canaan was an accident, so it didn't really matter whether she was there or not.

Moreover... traveling around the world, visiting tourist attractions freely, and freely purchasing rare and exotic items... wow!

For the first time, she so desperately wanted her partner to fail.

"Great! It's not necessarily a bad thing to fail once in a while!"

…………

Two days later.

"Doctor? Come, have a seat." Yalman gestured to the sofa in front of him, smiling as he looked at him. "How is it?"

"The matter has been successfully resolved." The doctor breathed a deep sigh of relief. He took out several contracts from his pocket and spread them out in front of him. "We reached a new agreement, discussed the supply and price of Originium, and they also gave an explanation for this matter."

"What explanation?"

"First, there's Mr. Scranton, who is willing to offer us a star from his own world that has 1500 billion years left to live and is twenty times the size of the Sun as an apology."

"Then there is Mr. Lin Yi, who is willing to provide us with a biological atlas of some of the creatures in his world."