A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Veronica: The corpse of an otherworldly god... It's a really good item, but I'm a bit short on cash lately. Why don't you disassemble it into individual parts and sell them? That way I can buy some more.

Dumbledore: I really didn't think this through. Wait a minute... Alright, it's all taken down.

Yarman: What's going on? Has Albus gotten his hands on anything good?

Lin Yi: Old Deng just killed a newly reincarnated immortal god a few days ago, and now he's putting it up for sale in the shop.

Yarman: Albus, you're awesome!

Dumbledore: I only killed Him because He had just been reborn and had not yet fully recovered His power. There's nothing strange about it. Besides, He wasn't the god of war.

Lindal: What kind of god is that?

Dumbledore: I'm not entirely sure either. I killed Him before He even made a move.

Scranton: Um... I'd like to buy some too.

Yarman: You've been released?

Tesla: Weren't you dissected and studied by them?

Scranton: ...Please don't demonize us. Our foundation is pretty normal.

Lindal: Stop lying to yourself, it's useless. But your organization is indeed one of the more normal ones in that world. The others are just a chaotic mess.

Yarman: @The White Demon King Who Loves Sugar the Most in History, how much do you sell your god's corpse for?

Lin Yi: Do you ever restock this?

Dumbledore: Selling in small quantities. I've already uploaded the parts to the group shop. If you need them, just buy them yourself. Don't ask me if I'll restock. I will definitely restock if I can, but this matter ultimately depends on those gods.

Yarman: Okay!

As he spoke, he opened the group shop and, seeing the huge pile of newly added parts, he decisively acted first, "Skull, thigh muscle, thigh bone, heart, and a lung... Well, it's all gone!"

Yarman: Wow, your hand speed is amazing! So fast!

Veronica: Same here! Did you cast a magical amplification spell on yourself?

Scranton: You guys are cheating!

Yarman: There's nothing we can do about it, this thing is indeed a scarce resource.

Tesla: I don't really need these things. By the way, in your world, what do you do when someone forms a resistance organization to attack you?

Lin Yi: Has there been a riot over there?

Tesla: Yes, you all know the situation in my world. I built Tesla City to save them from freezing to death in the snow and ice. But my unruly people are now demanding an eight-hour workday and an election for a city lord, who is to be elected every four years!

Chapter 8: The Unofficial Duty-Free Shop

Seeing Tesla's accusations in the group, Yarman didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, it was an absurd world where everyone was so crazy and it was impossible to tell who was right and who was wrong.

But as a member of the Tesla group, he naturally sided with Tesla.

Yarman: Our solution is simple: kill them all!

Lin Yi: It's similar on my end. I turn them into slaves and work them to death. Of course, there are other uses as well, such as refining them into magical artifacts. I have many cultivation techniques and spells that require living people. It would be best if someone rebelled against me.

Dumbledore: On my side, there aren't many people like that. People like that don't live long here.

Veronica: Most people don't even know who I am, so naturally no one would resist me.

Lindal: I haven't.

Scranton: My case is similar to Yarman's; it was all wiped out.

Tesla: ...Isn't there a more normal way?

Yarman: Actually, it's not that there isn't. I did think of something. There's a black magic spell in the black magic that Albus uploaded that modifies other people's consciousness. You could buy a copy, learn it, and then modify the consciousness of those who oppose you.

Tesla: Great idea! I'll go try it right away!

After giving Tesla an idea, Yarman closed the chat group and looked out the window at the scenery. Although the view outside was all desert, it did not stop him from enjoying the scenery.

He will then spend nine days on this land-based ship.

Three days later, Kazdel.

The landship slowly came to a stop in the port of Kazdel. Looking out the window at the vast slums, with their various factories and workshops that looked like monsters, and the sky shrouded in black soot from the towering chimneys, a look of disgust flashed in Yarman's eyes.

"Kazdel, the location of the Sarkaz royal court, has become such a horrible place. It seems the rumors from a few years ago about the royal court's rebellion and the Demon King's death were true!" Yarman sighed slightly as he looked at the chaotic mobile city before him. Kazdel was truly a peculiar country!

"Forget it, let's go down and take a look. Maybe we'll find something interesting." Yarman finally got up, left his room, and walked out of the ship.

The landship will stay in the port for a whole day to replenish Originium and other supplies, while the passengers can take advantage of the landship's resupply to go and have some fun in Kazdel.

Of course, this is not allowed on the surface, because Kazdel is very dangerous, but people just love to do stupid things, so every year a lot of tourists get off the ship and never get back on.

Yarman slipped a fifty-dollar Letanian coin into the pocket of the security guard who came to intercept him, and easily passed through the passenger checkpoint, heading towards Kazdel.

"The slums here! It's really shocking." Yarman said, looking at the densely packed, dilapidated buildings around him and the classic narrow passage between the city and the valley.

He felt that the density of slums here was no less than that of the slums in the commercial capital of a certain major country in his previous life. The only difference was that the buildings here were particularly tall and much larger.

Walking on the streets of the slums is like walking through a valley. The haphazardly constructed buildings around you resemble the valley walls, and because they are so densely packed, it feels as if these buildings are converging towards the center, like a giant mouth about to swallow you up.

Despite the stares of those around him, Yarman walked forward without a care, his long, fluffy tail remaining perfectly still. He actually hoped someone would stop him, so he could find out where the underground black market was sooner.

Where exactly is the underground black market in this godforsaken place?!

Yarman pursed his lips in annoyance. It was really frustrating that he couldn't find the way. Just as he was worrying about finding the way, a Sarkaz boy of about thirteen years old walked up to him.

"Sir, would you like a tour guide?"

"Huh?" Yarman was taken aback. He looked down at the boy standing in front of him, thought for a moment, and pulled out a twenty-dollar Letanian dollar from his pocket. "Of course, but are you willing to accept Letanian dollars? I haven't found a place to exchange money yet, and this is all I have on me right now."

“Of course, sir!” The young man took the banknotes from his hand and said enthusiastically, “As long as the place you want to go is in the slums, I can take you there.”

“Okay, then take me to the underground market here.” Yarman didn’t say much more and simply told the boy, “I hope to buy some things there!”

Upon hearing this, the boy's smile grew even warmer. These "tour guides" had connections with various forces, including black market shop owners. If they could get tourists to make purchases in black market shops, the shop owners would give them a portion of the money as a reward.

"Is that so, sir? Please follow me." The boy bowed to Yarman and then led him through the streets. After about ten minutes, the two arrived at the black market.

"I wonder what you would like to buy, sir?" The young man guided him toward the black market, saying, "You don't need to pay consumption tax when you shop here, and there are also quite a few strange things to be found."

"Are you sure you don't need to pay taxes?"

"Yes, everything here is duty-free, it's all a duty-free shop."

"Hmm." Yarman nodded. "Are there any antique book dealers here?"

"Ancient books?!" The boy became even more excited upon hearing this. He loved people like this who wanted to buy "antiques." They were not only foolish and rich, but also very generous. He estimated that he could make a lot of money from this round!

"Ancient books are wonderful! Many scholars have come here to buy them. It seems you, sir, are quite a cultured person!"

"A cultured person? Not really, just an ordinary spellcaster," Yarman said calmly.

"Oh, I see. I'll take you to the bookstall right away, sir!" The boy's eye twitched, and he led Yarman to another bookstore. Unlike before, people who shopped here wouldn't be robbed by unknown gang members, but there would be more unknown goods available.

The two of them drove around and came to a secluded alley with few people. Unlike the outside, this alley looked much cleaner, and the people who set up stalls there looked more unsavory than those outside. The goods in front of their stalls were also very diverse, with none of the usual items.

You can buy the Witch King's staff, ancient witchcraft books, legendary divine weapons, and Victorian steam armor here, but you can't buy even a bottle of the most ordinary mineral water.

Am I on a shopping street exclusively for rich people?

Silently complaining to himself, Yarman continued walking into the street. It didn't matter whether he bought anything or not; he was just there to take a look and buy a few things, not expecting to make much of a purchase.

If that's the case, then what difference does it make where you buy things?

Chapter Nine: I won't ask you for more, just 80,000!

"Boss, what is this?" Yarman asked, squatting in front of a slightly dilapidated stall, holding a dusty wooden stick in his hand and examining the item.

Seeing him pick up the wooden stick, the shopkeeper's eyes flashed with a shrewd light. He immediately pointed at the stick and boasted, "You have a good eye! This is a Sarkaz wizard's staff. Since you're so eager to take it, I won't ask for more. Eighty thousand!"

"Eighty thousand?!" Yarman's eyes widened slightly. He examined the wooden stick in front of him from side to side. Putting aside the fact that this thing was not a staff at all, even if it were a staff, how much could this stick, which didn't even have a source stone, be worth? And they dared to ask for eighty thousand? He felt that even eighty was too much.

Shaking his head, he put the wooden stick back on the stall, dusted off his hands, and said, "Forget it, you should keep this nice thing for yourself, boss. I'm not worthy of it."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked toward the other stalls. The items here were mostly unknown things. Sellers and buyers were competing to see who could identify the best, just like opening blind boxes. You might spend one dollar to buy something worth millions, or you might spend millions to buy something worth one dollar.

After looking at several more stalls, Yarman was somewhat disappointed to find that he couldn't find anything interesting here. However, he did meet quite a few interesting people, a group of stall owners who talked about hundreds of thousands of dollars and knew everything from astronomy to geography.

The boy following behind him was a little bewildered by the situation. He had never seen such a greedy customer before... coming all this way without buying a single thing. This was truly...

Looking at the large bookstall not far away, Yarman glanced at a stall piled high with things. He decided to look at this stall first and then go straight to the bookstall, ignoring the other stalls.

Walking slowly to the stall, looking at the messy stall in front of him, Yarman reached out his hand somewhat at a loss, but did not know where to start picking up things to look at. The items in front of him were artistically arranged by the owner into a trembling tower of building blocks, and removing even one of them might cause it to collapse.

Tell me, how am I supposed to interpret this?

Slightly troubled, Yarman scratched his head and carefully took down the large crystal ball from the top. Looking at the crystal ball that emitted a blue-purple light in the sunlight, Yarman leaned closer and carefully observed the various scenes that were faintly visible inside.

"This is... the sea?" Yarman murmured uncertainly, holding the glass ball. He saw a giant ship in it, a real giant ship, the kind that sails on the sea, with towering waves and huge unknown creatures hidden behind them. It looked very strange.

After thinking for a moment, Yarman decided to buy it. Although he didn't know what it was, the crystal ball was beautiful and the scenes inside made it a great decorative piece.

"Boss, how much is this ball?"

"This ball? If you want it, two hundred thousand!"

"Tsk!" Yarman frowned slightly, looking at the boss who was still half asleep and immediately quoted a price. He began to rummage through the block tower in front of him and finally found three more items: a painting, a scimitar, a long-handled warhammer, and an antique chainsaw sword.

"These five items together are worth two hundred thousand. Will you sell them?"

"make a deal!"

[Leytanian profanity], I feel like I've been scammed!

Yarman pulled out a large stack of Letanian coins from his pocket, calculated the exchange rate with Kazdel coins, and then handed a large stack to the smiling boss.

With a slender, Originium-inlaid scimitar tucked to his left waist, a more than one-meter-long, rustic chainsaw sword tucked to his right waist, and a massive, two-meter-long warhammer wrapped in strips of cloth in his left hand, Yarman hung the plastic bag that the shopkeeper had given him to hold his crystal ball and paintings on the warhammer as he walked toward the bookstall.

When he reached the bookstall, he looked at the owner, who was in a state of shock and stood up as if ready to fight, and asked, "Boss, what good books do you have here?"

"Are you here to buy books?" the shopkeeper asked hesitantly, looking at Yarman holding a warhammer.

“Yes! I bought all of these from that boss just now!” Yarman said calmly. He could understand how the boss felt. No one would think that someone carrying a two-meter-long warhammer was a good guy.

"Oh...oh oh oh! Please come in! Please come in!" The shopkeeper quickly stepped aside, revealing the bookstall behind him. "Please feel free to pick any books you like. They're all ancient books, good stuff!"

"Hmm." Yarman gently lifted the warhammer, then slammed it into the ground. To the astonishment of the two men, he planted the warhammer firmly in the ground, then walked into the bookstall and began to browse through the books.

Flipping through the books in front of him, a few disappointments flashed in Yarman's eyes. These books were indeed ancient books, but they were useless ones, just old travel magazines or old newspapers... Wait a minute!

He pulled out a huge book from among them, with a black cover and gold-embossed Victorian text. "The Beauty and Ugliness of the World, what is this... It seems to be about art. Oh well, I'll take it!"

After setting the book aside, Yarman began to browse through other books. He spent about two hours looking through the entire book stall, and then took out four more worn-out books, which he placed in front of the owner.

"Boss, how much is this?"

"Five books, in total... I'll charge you 300,000!"

"...Fine, three hundred thousand it is!" Yarman didn't want to haggle with them anymore. These books were all carefully selected masterpieces, and spending three hundred thousand was worth it.

Let's just consider this a poverty alleviation trip.

Yarman placed another large stack of money into the shopkeeper's hand, then led the books the shopkeeper had helped him pack and his warhammer, following behind the excited-looking boy, out of the black market and back to the landship port.

Yarman took out a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and placed it in the boy's hand. "Consider this a tip." After saying that, he led the large pile of things he had bought back back to the landship.

Back in his room, he began to tally up his loot: "A painting depicting a massive natural disaster, a knife—it's quite sharp—a chainsaw sword…hmm? It can even be activated!"

Watching the chainsaw sword begin to operate, he nodded with a hint of surprise, placed it aside, and looked to the side, "A strange warhammer wrapped in bandages covered with writing... Sigh! How stupid! A small crystal ball ornament, 'Beauty and Ugliness in the World,' and four books on Sarkaz sorcery."

Looking at the pile of things on the ground, Yarman began to pack them into his box. "It's a good thing I learned the Seamless Stretch Spell, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do with all this stuff!"

When he finally finished collecting them, he discovered that he couldn't fit the scimitar and chainsaw sword in the box!

"Forget it, these two things aren't that big. I'll just wear them on my waist. Lungmen shouldn't restrict these things, right?"

Chapter Ten: The Honey Trap

"Hey you over there! Yes, stop looking, I'm talking to you! Come here!"

"Me? What do you want with me?" Yarman looked at a member of the Dragon Clan's Lungmen Guard Bureau, who had two long swords at his waist and was carrying a small box, and walked up to him. "May I ask what business you have with me?"

"You are carrying a controlled knife."

"Controlled knives? Where did you get controlled knives?"

“Your chainsaw sword and scimitar.” The dragon clan member pointed to the scimitar and chainsaw sword at his waist and said to him, “It is not allowed to carry such high-lethal weapons in Lungmen. Please come with me to register.”

"I need to register too! What a hassle." Yarman sighed slightly. He hadn't expected that there would be a place in this ghost world that required registration of the weapons of visitors. Aren't weapons necessities in this world? Why do we need to register to carry necessities?

The dragon member ignored Yarman's complaints and led him to a table, placing several forms in front of him. "Please fill out these forms."