A chat group for a certain tower warlock

Are we still using the core of the universe to simulate the sun?

"Yes."

"Huh?" The doctor was stunned upon hearing this. How could this be? He clearly felt the world had changed. "How is this possible? Didn't you install a star?"

“Yes, but I haven’t started it!” Yarman sat down next to him, picked up an apple from the bedside table and started eating. “I’m going to start the Dreamscape Project!”

"So anxious? There's no need to rush, is there?" the doctor asked, looking at Yarman. "There's no rush now."

“I can’t wait!” Yarman shook his head and said seriously, “I’m just here to let you know that I won’t be free for a while. I’m going to terraform the star.”

Knowing he couldn't dissuade him, the doctor could only nod. "Alright, go ahead. By the way, what do we have now?"

"One star, two planets, and eight satellites."

"I understand," the doctor nodded. "There's one more thing: how much does a planet cost?"

“This… requires an enormous amount of primordial energy! An astronomical number!” Yarman knew that the Doctor definitely wanted to fill their universe as quickly as possible, but this couldn't be rushed; everyone was moving at this pace, unless…

“If we have another public world, we can just go and take the planets inside. Otherwise, it’s impossible to fill the universe in a short time!” Yarman poured cold water on his idea.

The doctor nodded somewhat dejectedly, then suddenly looked up and said, "Don't forget what you promised me!"

"What's wrong? What is it?"

"After your trip to Siesta, you have to come to Rhodes Island to give a lecture!" the Doctor said earnestly, looking at him. "The Siesta Music Festival is ending soon, so don't back out!"

"Alright, alright, I won't go back on my word!" Yarman shook his head, saying somewhat impatiently, "I will go!"

"That's good, that's good. By the way, I'll be visiting your lab in a few days."

“Okay, just come over.” Yarman nodded. “But I’m not in the tower anymore. I’ve moved. The tower is just my residence now.”

"Where are you?"

"An extraterrestrial research vessel."

"...Good heavens!"

Volume 2

Chapter 125: The Zeroth Meat Pigeon - The Divine Research Ship

With the voting results in, the music festival came to an end, and a large number of tourists began to return to their home countries. The once bustling Siesta suddenly became quiet, Passion Beach was no longer crowded day and night, and the bars at night were no longer as lively as before.

"The Emperor and the others have already left?" Yarman looked at Mostima beside him, who was smiling and looking at the group photo in her hand. He leaned closer and said, "You're not very photogenic."

"Ok?"

“I mean, the camera made you look ugly.” Yarman pointed to the smiling Blue Angel in the group photo. “Look, it even makes your face look two-dimensional. I really don’t know how you guys took that picture.”

“…Don’t worry about such details!” Mostima said casually, continuing to examine the photo in front of her, occasionally letting out a sudden laugh, as if she were completely absorbed in her own little world.

Seeing Mostima ignoring him, Yarman suddenly said, "Our world has a brand new planet now, and we can go there to play in a while."

“Oh, okay,” Mostima replied casually, appearing uninterested and completely uninterested. “Whatever, anytime is fine, but you need to give me a month’s notice.”

"Huh? Why?"

“Wilderness survival always requires preparation before setting off, doesn’t it? Otherwise, it’s just like delivering takeout to wild creatures.” Mostima gave a playful smile and made a phone gesture. “Mr. Beast, your wilderness takeout will arrive in five days. Please receive it promptly.”

"……this……"

"Alright, enough of this nonsense." Mostima shook her head, then looked at Yarman and suddenly asked, "How long are you going to be gone this time?"

How did you know I was going out?

“If you hadn’t wanted to go out, would you have willingly come out with me?” Mostima sneered, looking at the somewhat embarrassed Yarman, and said, “So, how long?”

"This...it might take a month or two," Yarman said uncertainly. He didn't know how long it would take to draw the layout of the energy circuit for a stellar-level server, nor did he know to what extent the flow of time could be distorted.

Mostima looked up and scrutinized his face before suddenly saying, "You don't know how long it will take you to come back, do you? One or two months? I think it'll be more like one or two hundred months!"

"This...this..."

"Stop making excuses. You said you'd be back in a month or two, but when have you ever actually come back in a month or two? You're just using that as an excuse to fob me off!" Mostima said angrily.

Yarman stared in astonishment at the furious Blue Angel before him, momentarily at a loss for words. He realized that his wife had read his mind perfectly, and he had no new excuses or reasons to give her. She knew everything he said.

Seeing his surprise, Mostima said with a sneer, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Come on, tell me all of them, so I can learn some new words too."

“This…this…” For the first time, Yarman felt that he should perhaps study rhetoric and language. His vocabulary was so limited that Mostima had completely figured him out.

I feel like a fish being dissected into pieces, with no secrets left in front of her.

Seeing the embarrassed Yarman, Mostima sighed and looked at him directly, asking, "What are you going to do this time? Can you just tell me? Stop trying to fool me."

“This…this is a plan, I don’t know how to explain it.” Yarman took Mostima’s hand and explained slowly as they walked, “It all starts with the Dreamland Project…”

After explaining for about ten minutes, Yarman looked at Mostima, who was deep in thought beside him, sighed, picked up the milk tea in her hand, and took a deep sip. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I guess so……"

Mostima nodded as if she understood, but she hadn't quite grasped it yet. This plan was beyond her imagination; she hadn't expected them to be preparing such a massive undertaking.

According to Yarman, maybe they can move to that dreamland in the future, to that bizarre and magical alternate dimension.

"What are you thinking?"

“I was thinking about what I should prepare when we move to that Dreamland,” Mostima said calmly to Yarman beside her. As she spoke, she raised her hand, looked at the milk tea that was already half empty, and her face immediately darkened. She hadn’t even drunk any of it herself!

Looking at her beside him, Yarman smiled and said, "It's still early. We haven't even finished the design drawings yet. It will take quite some time... What's wrong with you?"

"Don't drink so much at once in the future! Look, it's all gone!" Mostima looked at the milk tea in her hand with a bit of heartache, and waved her hand in front of Yarman.

Looking at the milk tea in front of him, Yarman said in surprise, "Isn't there still half a cup left?"

"There was still 90% left!"

"Alright, let's not talk about such trivial things." Yarman interrupted the argument between the two over milk tea and looked at Mostima, saying, "I'm going to the research ship in a while."

“Then go ahead, it’s fine,” Mostima said nonchalantly. She held out her hand and placed it in front of Yarman. “Give me a copy of the key to the research ship. I’ll come see you then.”

"Here you go." Yarman placed a crystal plate in Mostima's hand. "You just need to activate this crystal plate with Originium Arts, and you will be automatically teleported to the research ship."

"That simple?"

“No, it’s not that simple. You need to know exactly where I am. The research ship is 475 kilometers long, which is like a city. If you don’t input the location to my room, you won’t be able to find me,” Yarman explained to her.

"Besides, the crystal plate can't be used inside the research vessel, so I'll have to come find you then. It might take a while, after all..."

"You mean you're doing research and don't have time to see me?"

“No, no, no! How could that be!” Yarman immediately shook his head. “Of course I would bring you back right away, but it would still be a hassle, wouldn’t it?”

“Well… whatever, just remember to take me with you when you set off.” Mostima put the crystal plate back into her pocket and said to Yarman beside her.

"Oh, I'll definitely call you." Yarman nodded in reply, but his mind was elsewhere. The research vessel was in such a mess that he hadn't had time to tidy it up.

However, it can't be sorted out in a short time. After all, the research ship is too big and has many functional areas. The key is that after he took over, he put a lot of... things inside.

It's been so long since I've been back; those things have turned the whole area upside down.

We need to find someone to help clean this up. Who would be a good candidate? These things are quite dangerous, and a regular cleaning crew can't handle them. We need some experts!

As Yarman walked and pondered, he suddenly thought of someone—someone who was about to travel to his research ship and who possessed an entire powerful cleaning team!

Let him come; consider it a test for him!

Chapter 126: Doctor, the water's boiled.

"Then we'll be leaving. Thank you very much for your hospitality, Lord Herman." Yarman bowed slightly to Herman in front of him to express his gratitude.

Upon seeing this, Herman immediately bowed to Yarman, "It is a pleasure that Lord Yarman has come to visit Siesta. Siesta warmly welcomes Your Excellency to come again!"

"Then I'll take my leave!" Yalman, holding Mostima's hand, boarded the landship behind him, waved to Herman below who was beckoning to them, and turned to walk into the cabin.

"Sigh!" Yarman suddenly sighed.

"what happened?"

"No, and I don't know if the future city lord will still be Mr. Herman." Yarman said with a hint of melancholy. He actually had a good impression of Herman. He was a good city lord, although he was too... enthusiastic in dealing with the Columbia issue, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

“Sissus was founded by Mr. Herman, so how could he not be the lord of the city?”

"Who knows? After being incorporated into Colombia and enjoying a wealth of resources, we will naturally be constrained by their political system. At that time, we will definitely have to start an elected system. Herman, it's hard to say!" Herman shook his head and said slowly.

"Elections? Isn't Colombian elections a joke?"

“I’m talking about the influence of the Colombian headquarters. Opening that thing is a loophole, giving those people a reason to remove Herman.” Yarman explained to Mostima beside him, “You know, you can buy a bunch of voters with a little money.”

"...This thing is still available for purchase?"

“Voters’ will is influenced by many factors, one of which is the media,” Yarman continued. “By promising some benefits and winning over a group of oligarchs, one can influence a large number of voters. How is that any different from buying and selling votes?”

"That simple?"

"Of course not, I've omitted most of the process. After all, that thing is really dirty and boring."

“Alright.” Mostima looked at Yarman beside her. “Are you going to your research ship now, or go back first and then go?”

"I'll go now, and come back as soon as possible." Yarman placed the suitcase beside her, hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek. "Then I'm off."

“Go ahead.” Mostima nodded, watching Yarman leave, then looked at the room where she was now all alone, and sighed again, “Now I’m all alone.”

"What are you going to do... How boring!"

…………

Outside Terra, on a research vessel.

Looking at the spacious laboratory, Yarman stepped forward and gently opened the huge LCD screen in front of him. Instantly, a blue, transparent 3D star appeared above the LCD screen. He picked up the helmet that was placed to the side, put it on his head, and prepared to draw an energy circuit diagram on it.

Just as he had adjusted his mindset and was about to begin constructing energy circuits in his mind, a notification sound tangled up all his carefully organized thoughts, turning them into a jumbled mess. Looking at the 3D stellar model spinning in front of him, he suddenly had no ideas at all.

"Tsk, who is this? They're really crazy!"

Frustrated, Yarman tossed his helmet aside, went to the computer, and connected the incoming call. He said irritably, "Who is it that has to call at this hour?"

"It's me. What's up? What are you doing?" the professor's voice came from inside. He asked curiously, "I asked you to give a lecture, and also, I'm going to your lab!"

"Giving a lecture... Oh, I forgot." Yarman nodded slowly. "Come to the lab if you want. By the way, there's something else I need to tell you!"

"what's up?"

"I'd like you to help me clean up my research vessel," Yarman said with a smile into the microphone. "My research vessel is a bit too messy, and I'd like you to bring the people from Rhodes Island to help me clean it up."

"That... sure, I can bring them along?"

"No, no, no, we must first talk to them about this, and then you can come and take a look." Yarman coaxed the doctor, who was still unaware of the situation, into the microphone, "I will make the request for you later."

The doctor on the other end of the microphone nodded hesitantly after hearing what Yalman said. He felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he could only nod helplessly.

"Okay, I'll go first, but I need you to help me clean!"

“Hmm…that works too. I’ll send you the coordinates, and you can teleport there yourself.” Yarman picked up the crystal plate that had been prepared beforehand, gently played with it in his hand, and said with a smile.

Of course he was going along, even if it was just an avatar. After all, there was going to be a lecture, and he wanted to see what the people of Rhodes Island were like!

"Okay, I'm heading over!"

"it is good!"

After hanging up the phone, the Doctor looked at Kal'tsit beside him. "I'm going to Yarman's research ship. I probably won't be back for a month or two."

"Okay, go ahead, be careful."

Looking at the indifferent Kal'tsit, the Doctor remained silent for a moment, then disappeared into thin air.

…………

Research vessel, bottommost cabin, last compartment.

"Whoosh!"

The doctor appeared in the cabin. He looked around at the technologically advanced but not very large room. "Where is this? Is this Yarman's bedroom? Shall we clean his bedroom first? This..."

"You think too much."

"Who?!"

Seeing the doctor suddenly turn around, Yarman stood up with a smile, spread his hands and turned around, "This is the only two clean places on the entire research ship. Our big cleaning will start here. Over there are some rules and requirements for the big cleaning. And in that cabinet are the initial cleaning tools."

"Cleaning supplies, right? Let me see." The Doctor stepped forward, opened the cabinet, and stared at the blue Rhodes Island kettle in the center, the water just reaching a boil. He paused, "Isn't this my kettle?"