A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Danger? Do you know what kind of strength she has? Besides, she came to me of her own accord, and I even helped her get rid of that animal! Abandoning her is tantamount to sending her to her death. We can't be that cruel."

“Not to mention having someone travel to the edge of the world to conduct on-site investigations for you!” Mostima said with a smile.

"Not to mention taking the test in person... that has absolutely no relation to that!"

"Oh! Of course not! My Lord!"

Chapter 117: Agor and the Deep Sea Hunter

the next morning.

“Here’s my vote. You can vote for whoever you want.” Yarman handed the ballot to Mostima. “Whether it’s Mr. Emperor, DDD, or Sunset Is Gone, go ahead and vote.”

"Then I'll just submit it to the boss."

“Go ahead.” Yarman nodded, standing still and quietly watching the penguin singing loudly on the stage. To be fair, the Emperor’s rap was quite good, with a very Colombian flavor.

Mostima quickly returned to his side and patted Yarman on the shoulder. "You seem to be in a lot of pain?"

“No?” Yarman shook his head, looking at her and asking, “Why do you feel that way?”

“Because you are the most unique one here.” Mostima pointed to the Emperor’s fans around her who were cheering and waving their light sticks wildly. She looked at him and said, “Look at them, and then look at you. You are like a white dot on a black cloth, out of place yet extremely conspicuous.”

"Really?" Yarman shrugged, picked up the injured light stick, and began mechanically waving it from side to side. "What about me like this? Do I still look out of place like this?"

“…You’re like a robot right now.” Mosti glanced at him helplessly, then pulled him toward the sea. “Forget it, let’s go. You don’t need to be a troll or a zombie fan here.”

“Speaking of which, the concert was actually quite interesting.” Following Mostima’s lead, Yarman left the crowd and came to the outermost edge. He picked up a bottle of beer from the table next to him, opened the cap, and said while drinking, “You can always see a lot of interesting things.”

For example?

"At my spot just now, at the ten o'clock position, there was a guy shouting the name of the Emperor, but he was holding a DDD light stick, and even the light sign behind him was DDD."

"..."

"I wonder how good Mr. Emperor's eyesight is?" Yarman sighed with some concern. "If he saw that gentleman on stage, I wonder what he would think. I hope he can keep his composure."

After hearing his words, Mostima paused for a moment, "Um... well, there shouldn't be any problem. Maybe they just went to the wrong place. Besides, there are so many people, the boss probably can't see them."

“Don’t you think these fans are weird?” Yarman pulled her hand and walked forward. “It’s normal for them to like the Emperor; everyone likes penguins. But their behavior is too crazy!”

"Leaving aside how crazy they were when they saw the Great Emperor before, even in the current scene, to be honest, I've only ever seen so many people dancing and shouting together at religious conferences of certain wasteland sects."

"I didn't believe before that so-called extreme fan groups would turn into extreme organizations, but after watching Mr. Dadi's concert, I think I understand it a little."

"They can be easily twisted with just a little stimulation; it's too dangerous."

Mostima blinked as she listened to Yarman's words. She had no interest in what these people were up to; she was here to have fun and didn't want to hear his strange talk.

“Let’s not talk about that anymore. Where shall we go next?” Mostima asked, looking at him.

Yarman stood there for a moment, then looked at her and asked, "How about we go check out the other two bands' performances? Doctor and Specter seem to be over there."

"Is Specter at a concert too?"

“Yes, she said she wanted to see what her compatriots could sing.” Yarman led her toward the DDD concert, saying as they walked, “Sunset Vanishes is an Agor band.”

“Agorians?” Mostima frowned slightly, and asked with some doubt, “Aren’t Agorians merfolk? Why are they all coming ashore now?”

"Perhaps the environment in the sea is getting worse and worse?" Yarman said indifferently. He didn't pay much attention to Agor. When he took over this world, Agor had already been crippled by the Sea King, and the civilization had almost completely collapsed.

Yarman looked down on the remaining bunch of old-fashioned remnants. The only thing he could respect about them was that they were able to perform such primitive biological modification surgery as Deep Sea Hunter modification, and they actually managed to create usable modified bodies.

Although this kind of modification is a crude biological patchwork, and the modified warriors are unstable and produced in very small quantities, it is still a legitimate biological modification surgery!

When Yarman found this thing, he was so shocked that he was speechless. In this single-planet world, there was actually a civilization that had developed this level of bio-modification technology!

It was rudimentary, but the zero-to-one breakthrough had been achieved. All they needed to do was continue to improve the technology, and sooner or later they would be able to create stable deep-sea hunter warriors. Unfortunately, they didn't live to see that day; their civilization collapsed.

Is the ocean environment extremely harsh?

"Well, the Agor civilization, a civilization that had the potential to lead the entire world, was utterly destroyed by the creatures of the sea," Yarman said, looking at Mostima.

"If you put any of Terra's current countries in Agor's former position, they wouldn't last more than three years."

"Really? Are you sure?"

“Haisi has basically figured out the Zerg mass production strategy.” Yarman shook his head. “Their soldiers are almost endless, and they can evolve on their own, and their quality is also very high.”

"That's why Terra is truly amazing!"

“By the way, does Agor still exist?” Mostima suddenly asked, looking at Yarman.

Yarman nodded. "They still exist, though they're basically useless. Some are still hiding on the seabed near the coast, barely surviving, while others have gone ashore and fled to Iberia."

"But Iberia itself is also in a vegetative state. A great period of silence destroyed all of Iberia's development achievements. After decades of hard work, it was back to square one overnight. Now it is just clinging to the last bit of its former foundation."

"Go and see the coastal cities of Iberia now, they're all ghost towns!"

After listening to Talman's words, Mostima nodded seriously, "That's such a pity. Such a good civilization was destroyed just like that... Why is it that every decent civilization on Terra suffers such a severe setback? If this continues, how can any civilization achieve anything?"

This is a decision made by the world's will. After all, Terra is only a single-planet world. If it were to develop into a planetary-level civilization, the world would inevitably be drained. In order to ensure the world's existence, a red line can only be drawn: the red line is the possibility of becoming a planetary-level civilization!

As long as a civilization has the opportunity to advance to the planetary level, we should strike it down, cutting it half to death and completely eliminating any possibility of further advancement!

“Yes!” Yarman also sighed helplessly. This was one of the reasons why he insisted on creating the Dream Realm. It was a vicious cycle in which everyone was going around in circles.

Civilizations that once had the chance to advance further have all failed. Now, a new civilization is emerging, but it is about to advance to a planetary world. There's no other way!

Chapter 118: The Doctor Drank Himself into the Hospital

"Mr. Yarman!"

"Hmm...hmm?" Yarman turned around and saw Skyfire, dressed in a black swimsuit, standing not far away and waving at him. He smiled and replied, "Hello, Miss Skyfire."

He looked around and asked with some curiosity, "Where's the Doctor? I remember he came to play too?"

“Him!” A complicated smile flashed across Skyfire’s face as she said with a hint of disgust, “He was sent to the Vasiva General Hospital in Siesta by Amiya and the others, and he won’t be back for a while.”

"Huh? What happened?"

"Wasn't there a banquet last night? Doctor went to drink with ACE and the others." Skyfire sighed slightly, and said with a hint of mockery, "Then he didn't realize his physical condition and drank all night, resulting in a perforated stomach. He's still being treated at Wasiva Hospital."

"His health was already poor, his diet was disordered and he drank alcohol for a long time. The medical department had told him long ago to take care of his health and diet. He didn't follow the doctor's advice, so he deserved to have a perforated stomach!"

"Drinking until you get a perforated stomach..." Yarman exchanged a surprised glance with Mostima. This was quite rare. It was truly astonishing that someone on Terra would drink themselves into a perforated stomach!

"So how is the Doctor now? By the way, why did he go to Wassiva Hospital instead of going straight back to Rhodes Island?"

“Furong observed his bleeding and determined that if he were to be sent back to Rhodes Island, the logistics department could prepare a crematorium and then set up a venue for a memorial service.”

"As for now, what can be done? He's been carried to Vasiva Hospital. Dr. Kal'tsit and the medical department rushed there and are performing surgery on him. It's probably not over yet... Hmm?" Skyfire picked up his phone from his waist, looked at the incoming call, and answered, "Hello, is this Hibiscus?"

"Doctor... um... um... I understand. If I encounter them, I'll tell them... um... okay!"

"He's finished treatment and is still in the ICU. We don't know when he'll wake up." Tianhu shook his head helplessly. "I'm leaving now to tell the others about the doctor's condition. They must be terrified. Sigh, that idiot, he had to drink so much!"

“Okay, okay.” Yarman nodded. “Please go ahead.”

Watching Skyfire leave, Yarman looked at Mostima, whose face was grave, and said casually, "I'm not the Doctor. I won't drink myself into a stomach perforation. You can rest assured. My body is a million times stronger than the Doctor's. Alcohol has no effect on me."

“…Those who drown are all good swimmers!” Mostima looked at Yarman beside her, then at the beer bottle in his hand, and snatched it away. “Can’t you drink less!”

Seeing Mostima finish the rest of her beer in one gulp, Yarman said bluntly, "If you want some, just say so, and I'll definitely give it to you."

“Nonsense! Who said I wanted to drink!” Mostima retorted to Yarman, putting the beer bottle on the table beside him, replacing it with a brand new one, opening the cap and drinking again. “I’m just keeping in step with you.”

"What do you mean by 'aligning with me'!" Yarman looked at Mostima, who was chugging beer, snatched the bottle, and downed the beer in one gulp. "You're not like me!"

"What's different?"

“My body really isn’t afraid of alcohol, but you still have the possibility of a perforated stomach!” Yarman accidentally threw the beer bottle aside and said with concern, “I don’t want you to end up at Wasiva General Hospital!”

“But… speaking of Vasiva General Hospital, should we go and see the doctor?” Yarman asked Mostima beside him.

"Isn't he still asleep?"

“I think he’s awake.” Yarman pulled Mostima toward the hospital. “Don’t worry, the Doctor is very resilient. Even Frostnova couldn’t freeze him to death. He’ll be fine.”

The two walked towards the hospital, one after the other. Soon, they arrived at the hospital entrance, but they were stopped at the door because... there were just too many people!

“I suddenly remembered, today is the music festival!” Yarman looked at the patients who had packed the entire hospital and took a deep breath. “Three superstars, they really can drive these people crazy.”

"You mean those people who suffocated from lack of oxygen because of screaming?" Mostima looked at the busy ambulance lane next to him and said with some surprise, "So many people actually collapsed!"

"This is a huge problem!"

"Yes, there are so many patients, we can't even keep up with the money collection."

"..."×2

Mostima glanced at Yarman beside her, who had suddenly turned his attention to the hospital billing, and slapped his arm in an annoyed tone. "According to the boss, this is the best proof of a singer's popularity!"

"Looks like we need to hurry up and get in, or we won't be able to." Yarman pulled Mostima along, weaving through the crowd like two fish, and easily arrived at the hospital lobby.

"Come with me, this way." Yarman led her to the inpatient department behind the Le Hospital building, went inside, and successfully boarded the elevator, pressing the button for the twelfth floor.

"How did you know it was on the twelfth floor?"

“Because when I was scanning the hospital, I only found one black rabbit on the twelfth floor,” Yarman said with a smile to Mostima beside him. “Black rabbit? Who else in Siesta do you think is a black rabbit?”

“The black rabbit, then it must be Amiya.” Mostima nodded knowingly.

The two walked out of the elevator together. She followed behind Yarman to a hospital room door. He went up and gently knocked on the door before pushing it open.

"Doctor, I've come to see you..."

"..."×2

"What's wrong?" Mostima stepped forward, glanced into the doorway, and then exclaimed, "Oh... I'm sorry, we've disturbed you, Yarman, let's go."

"Ok!"

"No, don't go! Yarman!" the doctor shouted towards the outside of the room, "Come back! Don't go!"

Hearing the doctor's shout, Yarman went back into the room. Looking at the doctor lying on the bed, Yarman slowly walked over and sat down next to him. Pointing to the doctor's bare lower body, he said with a wicked smile, "If we get caught like this, we'll be in for a world of trouble."

"I had surgery..."

“But you have a blanket.” Yarman pointed to the blanket he had kicked off. “And your hand was just there, moving up and down. What, are you hot?”

"...No! Listen to me!" The doctor raised his hand and tapped the bed frame next to him. "Don't rush off, sit here... Ouch!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"My wound has reopened, please help me..."

“Okay!” Yarman immediately stepped forward and placed his hand on his abdomen. “Don’t move, I’ll treat you right now!”

"Sizzle~~~~~"

"Doctor, I brought you food... Oh!" Hibiscus pushed open the door, paused for a moment when she saw the two huddled together, then closed the door. "You two continue, continue."

"Don't go!" ×2

Chapter 119: We must vote for DDD!

Sitting next to the doctor, Yarman shook his head helplessly and said with a touch of sadness, "If I had known, I wouldn't have come, let alone come in. Now look, we've been seen, and this is going to be a sight to behold! Sigh! I'm fine, but you... you might end up alone for the rest of your life."

"Stop joking, alright!" The doctor looked at Yarman and said impatiently, "I have something important I want to talk to you about! It's about the chat group!"

“It’s surprising that you actually have something important to discuss with me.” Yarman sat up straight, looked at him with a smile and said, “Alright then, Mr. Wutong, please go ahead.”

"I'm serious!"

"So am I too, hurry up and tell me."

The doctor looked at Yarman, remained silent for a long time, and then said helplessly, "Your expression makes me feel like you're in a circus, especially your smile. No wonder you're a righteous man of Mostima, you two are exactly alike. If you're not family, you won't enter the same door!"

"And what about you? Do you have someone who would be willing to be exactly like you?"

“…Alright, let’s get down to business.” The Doctor paused for a moment, choosing to skip this sad topic. “There’s something I need to confirm: how long will it take for us to achieve world advancement, or rather, when will we be able to bring in a star?”

“Well… to put it simply, we still need 100 billion more World Origin Points,” Yarman said bluntly, shrugging. “You drove the price of Originium down too low back then, so we can only take it slowly.”

"That price was already very good at the time!" the doctor said with some dissatisfaction. He turned over slightly and looked at Yarman opposite him seriously, saying, "Besides, five trading points for one kilogram of standard Originium is already a lot, and this is a monopoly business. We're going to make a fortune."

"But what can we do when the world behind us is a bottomless pit? No matter how much we sell, we've already invested it all."

Sitting on the hospital bed beside him, Yarman nodded. "Indeed, this big pair of shears is very useful for fleecing people. Why did you suddenly bring this up? Are you starting to get anxious too?"

Hearing this, the professor said with some concern, "Lin Yi has been making a lot of noise lately. He seems to be trying to come up with something new. Just a few days ago, he mentioned that he hoped to reopen the group administrator meeting and revise some outdated rules so that the group members could make great strides."

"It sounds like a telecom fraud story." After listening, Arman looked up at him and said slowly, "Or like a news story made up by a tabloid."

"You feel the same way? I feel the same way too." The doctor replied with a smile, then sighed with concern, "But he doesn't seem to be just talking. Just recently, he applied to start a group management meeting, and the application was approved very quickly, and the time was set."