A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Taking two paper bowls from the shopkeeper, Yarman walked over to Specter and placed one in front of her. "Here, have some. Eat up. There's something I want to talk about..."

"Thanks be to my Lord for the food I have received!"

“…There’s something I need to say. First, I’m not a god.” Yarman stared at her and said seriously, “Second, I’m not the god you believe in. Third, your situation is very special. Do you know that an Agorian has been infected with Oripathy?”

"Can you cure me?"

“I can…” Yarman thought for a moment and nodded seriously. He did have that ability. Oripathy was not an incurable disease for him, although it would require more effort. “But the premise is that you have to cooperate with me and not eat Originium after you are cured.”

"You can cure Oripathy?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you admit that you are a god?" Specter looked at him, who was stunned, and analyzed seriously, "No one in the world can cure Oripathy, not even Rhodes Island, but you can. You can do what no one else can do. Aren't you a god?"

"...Are all Agor people with Oripathy in their brains this intelligent?" Yarman looked at her, stunned for a while before slowly saying, "Anyway, you know I'm not a god. I'm not worthy of being called a god yet. At most, I'm just an Old One... Never mind."

"I know, just like mentally ill people don't want to admit they are mentally ill."

"I don't even know how to respond to what you're saying." Yarman was speechless after being countered by Specter's words, and finally could only shake his head helplessly. "You know, anyway, I..."

"He's not a god!" ×2

“Yes, I understand, my lord.” Ghost Shark looked at him, then suddenly knelt down. She raised her head and looked at him devoutly, saying, “My lord, save your lambs in the mortal world.”

“You still… never mind, I’m tired.” Yarman shook his head helplessly. He sat on the sand, looking at the nun who was kneeling on the ground again for some reason. He took out a black ringed planet pendant from his pocket and placed it in her hand. “You are from Rhodes Island, this is for you.”

"Is this the divine artifact you bestowed upon me?"

"No, these are just some small trinkets I made when I was bored." Yarman shook his head and said very frankly, "The materials used are black iron and red gold. The cost is about five Lungmen dollars each. If we can mass-produce them, the cost might be able to be reduced."

"I felt your divine power up there."

“There are indeed spell circuits I inscribed on it, and their purpose is to treat Oripathy,” Yarman continued to explain. “You can wear it from now on. Although the effect isn’t great, it will gradually alleviate your symptoms.”

"My Lord, you are so merciful!"

“I didn’t… never mind, I won’t explain.” Yarman shook his head, stood up and walked towards the sea. “I’m going swimming. You go play by yourself. Goodbye.”

"My Lord, what is your true name?"

"Me? You wouldn't understand my real name." Yarman continued walking forward without stopping. How could an Agorian with only a slight tendency towards mutation possibly understand his real name? Even if she did understand it, she wouldn't remember it, and even if she did remember it, she would go completely insane because she couldn't bear it.

“I understand you, as long as you speak human language.”

"Tsk! You're quite the talker!" Yarman stopped in his tracks, turned his head with a complicated expression to look at the devout ghost shark, and sighed softly. "Don't try to find out my real name. It will bring you misfortune. Believing in me is more dangerous than believing in your original god!"

"But I've already converted to Christianity, there's no going back."

"Why do you have to... wait a minute!" Yarman suddenly fell silent. He suddenly thought of something, walked up to Specter, looked at her seriously, and said, "Do you really want to know my real name? If you do, you'll have to work for me and you'll never be able to leave!"

"My grasp, I am willing to spread your power in the mortal realm!"

"Your way of speaking really leaves me speechless." Yarman shook his head helplessly. He squatted down and whispered in her ear as she knelt on the ground, "Remember, my real name is..."

"Yalman Muller-Nicholas!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The moment she heard Yarman reveal her real name, Ghost Shark went completely insane. She collapsed to the ground, convulsing, her expression twisted and terrifying, screaming inhuman howls. Her wide nun's robes were instantly stretched taut by an unknown substance.

With a casual wave of his hand, Yarman blocked the location of the two. He glanced at the Ghost Shark rolling on the ground, and standing aside, he remembered his real name. He originally wanted to say Yarman Muller, which was the name he had always used and what he considered his real name.

But as he spoke, he couldn't help but add an extra word, Nicholas, which was strange, since he had never added that word to his name before!

"Could it be... the Great Mother Goddess... Hmm? Never mind, I won't think about it here." Yarman looked at the Ghost Shark that was rolling even faster and shook his head. The term "Great Mother Goddess" had a unique effect in this world because of his existence, such as making the crazed Ghost Shark roll on the ground even more vigorously.

"It probably won't be possible anytime soon, let's have some ice cream." Yarman looked at the ice cream he had kept frozen with magic, carefully scooped up a piece of sky blue, and put it in his mouth. "Mmm~~~~ Not bad, I'll bring Mostima over to try it too, she'll definitely love it!"

"People from Laterano seem to love sweets. I wonder how strong their teeth are. They eat sugar every day. Their dental clinics must be very profitable. I wonder how much it costs to replace a tooth."

"If it's cheap enough, Colombians will go crazy. Dental care in Colombia is ridiculously expensive!"

Chapter 110: 19 Strengthening Surgeries

How many is this?

"three."

"Then how many is this?"

"five."

How many fingers are there on a hand?

"As many as you want."

“I understand.” Yarman nodded and helped Specter up from her kneeling position. “How are you… feeling now? Is anything bothering you?”

“No, I feel great.” Ghost Shark said calmly to Yarman, her voice almost unchanging, like a synthesized electronic voice, pale and flat. “My Lord, what do you need me to do for you?”

"Well... to be honest, I haven't thought about it yet," Yarman said to her. "I thought you might be able to help me with something, but I haven't figured out what you can do. Now that you're in this state, it wouldn't be right if I didn't arrange something for you."

"How about this, you continue living on Rhodes Island, do what you want, live however you want. I'll come find you when I need you again, is that alright?"

“Yes, my Lord! Your will is the direction I follow.” Ghost Shark knelt down again and said loudly to him, his voice full of piety.

“I… never mind, think what you want.” Yarman wanted to correct him, but considering the current situation, he sighed and let it go. He stepped forward and patted Specter on the shoulder, “Live well. Rhodes Island is a good place. If you encounter an enemy you can't handle…”

"Ok?"

“You’d better drive your companions ten kilometers away, or at the very least make them plug their ears, eyes, mouths and nostrils, and then say my real name to it, understand?” Yarman said to her earnestly. Like the Great Mother Goddess, his real name also had magical power.

The only difference is that his true name is not as powerful as that of the Great Mother Goddess; at most, it can only clear away most of the matter and energy within a ten-kilometer radius. However, possessing the Great Mother Goddess's true name allows one to do almost anything.

"Well, I see."

“Okay, I’m going swimming then.” Yarman walked toward the beach. He hadn’t expected to be stopped by Ghost Shark and dawdle for so long. He said he was going swimming, but almost three hours had passed and he still hadn’t gone into the water. “You should go back too. It’s rare to see an Agor who has come ashore.”

Walking to the beach, Yarman put his clothes in a small locker and walked towards the sea. Compared to other tourists who rushed into the water, he appeared remarkably calm.

"Splash splash ...

"The ocean, here I come!"

"Smack!"

Yarman turned his head and saw a person suddenly jump into the sea. Just then, a small tide went out, and the water that was knee-deep was suddenly exposed to a wet and firm beach.

The man leaped into the air, then, like a salted fish tossed high into the air, landed flat on the wet sand, creating a shallow, human-shaped crater.

"Splash splash ...

The moment he hit the ground, the tide rose instantly, submerging him in a pool of clear water.

"Pfft!"

Yarman couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight before him. What a stupid and unlucky fellow. He wondered what race he was of, to be so stupid. He didn't seem to have any distinguishing features at first glance.

No tail, no horns, no cheeks, just like a purebred human... wait, a purebred human...

"[Chinese profanity]! Help! Help!"

Good heavens, it was you!

Hearing the voice from behind, Yarman couldn't help himself. He burst into laughter and walked over, pulling the doctor, who was struggling and thrashing about in the water like an eel, out of the water. "Eighty centimeters deep! If you drown, you'll be remembered in history!"

"[Yan Guo vulgarity] Even special forces soldiers get drowned! What's the big deal about me!" The doctor retorted without even looking up, knowing exactly whose voice it was without even needing to see!

That magnetic voice, coupled with that playful, mocking tone, must belong to Yarman!

"Tell me, which country's special forces are so powerful that they can even drown?"

"For example, a certain world power from our hometown, and a certain unfilial son of our motherland, their special forces drowned! And the water wasn't deep, only 1.5 meters!"

"So you think it's glorious that you almost drowned in 80 centimeters of water?" Yarman looked at the doctor, who was soaked to the bone, and laughed loudly. "Look at you, you're like a drowned rat. Even the ocean despises you. You should just stay on the shore and play volleyball."

"Get lost!" The doctor struggled free from his grasp, looking at him with a hint of shame and indignation, and said, "So what if you didn't jump into the water? It was just an accident!"

"Yes, what a surprise!" Yarman nodded with a smile. "By the way, where's your little girlfriend?"

"She went to play with other people, and besides, our relationship is purely platonic!"

“Yes, yes, of course it’s pure!” Yarman nodded and continued walking towards the sea. “Never mind, it’s your business anyway, but I still suggest you come to the lab when you have time.”

"Why?" the doctor caught up with him and asked.

Yarman kicked away the seawater and said leisurely, "I always felt that if you keep doing this, you'll get killed by the girls of Rhodes Island sooner or later. I'd better leave you a backup in advance, so that if you get cut into a dozen pieces in the future, I can still use your controllable backup to revive you."

"Ah, this..."

"Yes, it's been turned into dozens of pieces of meat of different sizes. It would be quite a hassle to sew them back together and put them back together. What if something goes missing? I'd have to make a new one for you. What do you think?"

"Well... I don't think it's that serious," the doctor said awkwardly. "It shouldn't be that bad."

“Love is always exclusive, Wutong.” Yarman turned to look at him and said seriously, “Dating is like raising pigs. You have to keep raising one until you reap the rewards.”

"If you change things like you change clothes, you'll be in a very dangerous situation!"

"...Are you so sure?"

“At least in Terra, yes!” Yarman glanced at him. “Forget it, you should come to the lab when you have time, make a backup first, and then we can talk about other things.”

"For example?"

“For example, some enhancement plug-ins I’ve prepared for you.” Yarman turned to look at the doctor, who looked terrified, and quickly explained, “Don’t worry, most of them are mechanical and magical creations, with only a few biological plug-ins. Don’t worry, even the biological ones are hot-swappable.”

"Wet parts?"

"Of course! Once it's installed, you can experience a leap in strength! How about it? Aren't you excited? I've even designed 19 enhancement surgeries, and I'll install them on you in a while."

You must be very happy!

Chapter 111: Terra Version of Dreamland

"I'm absolutely thrilled." The Doctor looked at Yarman beside him and said through gritted teeth, "Nineteen enhancement surgeries, Yarman, tell me the truth, did you plagiarize Warhammer 40K?"

"This is called learning from others, not plagiarism!" Yarman glanced at him and said cheerfully, "I just figured out how to do it a while ago. I combined the advantages of humans from the One Piece world, humans from Terra, humans from the cultivation world, and humans from the technological cultivation world to create our 19 surgical procedures..."

Seeing Yarman lost in his own little world, indulging in self-admiration, the doctor quickly interrupted him. After all, this thing was for his own use, and if Yarman was allowed to mess around, the doctor estimated that his final fate would not be much better than that of Mo Yi, who had suffered a genetic collapse.

"Alright, alright, Yarman, I think we should be more conservative. We should start with the union of humans from both worlds, and then proceed step by step. There's no rush." ​​The doctor gently advised him, seeing his dissatisfaction. "Besides, I think our Terra system is quite good."

“Perhaps, but Terra’s cultivation system is a bit too mentally taxing,” Yarman said with some distress. Terra’s cultivation system belongs to the traditional wizarding category, where advancement in strength requires a large amount of knowledge as a foundation. In other words, a strong person is also a great scholar.

Perhaps some people become powerful through the power in their bloodline, that is, the result of evolution, but these are a minority. There are only a few of them on the entire planet Terra, and special cases cannot represent the whole.

However, the cultivation of immortality through technology next door is different. They only need a cultivation technique, and then they keep cultivating to fix the energy of the world into their own bodies, making their bodies more efficient in energy output and able to store more energy, making them like a giant power bank.

The Foundation and Cthulhu are even more unreasonable. The Foundation mainly relies on mutation, but the mutation rate in their world is extremely high, resulting in a bunch of strange and bizarre things. Cthulhu is similar, relying on a group of born-knowledgeable strong individuals to directly instill knowledge and then directly become strong.

The input-output ratios of the three are completely different. Compared to the other two, Terra's is practically nonexistent. The input-output ratio is so low that it's truly... enough to make men speechless and women weep.

"I think it's alright," the Doctor said cautiously. He personally felt that Terra's system was actually not bad. "Even if it can't compare to Cthulhu, the Foundation, immortal cultivation, and magicians, it's still better than things like Qi and Blood Martial Arts, Internal Energy, Steampunk, One Piece, and Technological Immortal Cultivation."

"How much of the material I gave you has you learned so far?"

"This... I'm learning it!" The doctor touched his nose a little awkwardly and complained to Yarman, "What you gave me is a bit difficult. I'm learning as I go!"

“Look! Even you can’t understand it.” Yarman shook his head more helplessly. “If you, with your IQ at Terra’s level, can’t understand it, then how many Terrans can’t understand it? Terra has so many big problems right now, sigh, and they’re all so complicated. I feel like killing myself just looking at it.”

"It can't be that serious, right?"

“Sigh, forget it, you wouldn’t understand anyway. I’ll just take it one step at a time.” Yarman shook his head helplessly and patted the doctor on the shoulder. “Hurry up and send money to the world to complete the planetary-level upgrade as soon as possible. Only then can I solve these problems. Just one planet is too much to handle.”

"How do you want to resolve this?"

"It's just an idea right now. I plan to refer to my hometown." Yarman put his arm around the doctor's shoulder, jumped lightly, and floated on the sea. He looked at the azure sky and said leisurely, "Wutong, have you ever heard of the Ancient Gods? Or something called the Dream Realm?"

"Old Gods, you mean the Old Gods of Cthulhu?"

"Ah."

"Aren't those a bunch of Order Gods?" The Doctor caught up, floating beside Yarman as he thought, "Bubble and those unlucky old brethren were locked up in a small galactic world, constantly bickering with each other. As for the Dreamland, isn't that a paradise created by the ancient gods?"

“Yes, it’s a fantasy world that the ancient gods used to fight against the old branches.” Yarman closed his eyes and said softly, “I was thinking, could we also create a dream world to instill knowledge in all intelligent beings on Terra, at least instill knowledge in the nations of Terra and the intelligent races of the Outer Realms?”

"..."

“I’m not sure if this will work in Terra.” Yarman opened his eyes, looking at the Doctor with some hesitation. “This has only been done in the Cthulhu universe, but they succeeded. Now I’m not sure if we can do it this way. What do you think, Wutong?”

After listening to Yarman's grand plan, the doctor fell into deep thought. He slowly asked, "I have a question, Yarman: are you sure we can pull this off?"

“Definitely!” Yarman nodded matter-of-factly, adjusting his lying position. “We have Originium, which is an excellent carrier. It only needs a few adjustments. I’ve already made the first sample!”

"...When did you make this? How come I didn't know?"

“That’s why I told you to come to the lab more often. I have so many experiments to tell you about,” Yarman said calmly. “I will do anything I can think of. Although some have not been successful, most of them have a first sample, and some are even on the verge of success.”