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Chapter 152: You're a true logical genius!

"Bong!"

A loud bang echoed through the empty underground space. A dark figure plummeted from the sky to the ground, shattering the floorboards as it struck. Dust billowed up and swirled in the air, instantly turning the once-clean air into a murky mess.

"[Leytanian profanity]! Is this how you always go down the stairs?" Yarman slowly stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his head, looked at his body sinking deep into the ground, and turned to Mostima, who was gently landing beside him. "Did you cast a levitation spell on yourself?"

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Mostima landed beside him with a smile, looking at Yarman, whose body was mostly buried in the ground like a newly planted wheat stalk, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Hahahaha~~~

"You still have the nerve to laugh!" Yarman braced himself on the ground and pulled himself out from under the floor. He patted his tattered sorcerer's robes and sighed; the robes were ruined now.

Seeing that Yarman was still trying to restore his robe, which had turned into a tattered tablecloth, to its original state, Mostima raised his staff and cast a small spell with the power of time, which struck his robe and restored it to its original state.

"Didn't you say your time magic was useless here?" Yarman asked, looking at her strangely. "Then how can you still use time magic now?"

“Because I possess a small amount of the laws of time—not much, but enough,” Mostima replied with a smile, retracting her staff.

"You didn't tell me about this!"

"You didn't ask, so I thought you knew!"

"I thought there were no secrets between us."

"You fell from such a height into the ground and you're perfectly fine, and you never told me about it."

“So we’re even… Wait a minute, what are those people over there doing?” Yarman said, turning his head to look at an altar not far away. It was made of various discarded building materials, covered with all sorts of unknown patterns, and with some strange scriptures nailed to it.

"This altar looks so cheap!" Mostima couldn't help but complain. In all her years of traveling around, she had never seen such a simple altar. Even the altars built by the poorest religious organizations in the wasteland were a thousand times better than this one.

This is no altar at all; it's just a pile of garbage shaped like an altar. It's all colorful, with various building materials forcibly assembled and welded together without any purpose. Then, patterns were forcibly carved into the pitted surface, and strange pigments were used to color the patterns.

As for those scriptures, she suspected they were simply things made by cutting urea bags into strips and scribbling on them with a feather; even kindergarten children could write better.

The only thing on the entire altar that caught their eye was the seven-colored source stone floating in the air at the very top. To be precise, it was a multicolored source stone, with colors that looked like a palette that had been used for ten years, chaotic and disordered.

"That thing is actually Originium!" Yarman was stunned. If it weren't for the fact that Originium's unique radiation couldn't be faked, he definitely wouldn't have thought it was Originium, after all, the color scheme was really too ugly!

Mostima shrugged. "It seems so, though I don't know where they got such ugly Originium."

“Right, this thing…” Yarman looked at the Originium in front of him, which was constantly emitting radiation and transmitting a huge amount of negative emotions, and suddenly fell into deep thought. He felt that he had seen this thing before!

Hiss... This thing looks so much like the Originium base station from the Dreamland Project!

"What are you thinking about?" Mostima asked, looking at Yarman who was deep in thought.

"It's nothing, I just feel like this thing looks familiar, I'll need to confirm it later," Yalman replied, head down. He then asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

“Because we’re surrounded.” Mostima, who had appeared out of nowhere, held a staff and looked around with a cold smile, the laws of time constantly swirling around her. “You probably don’t have time to think.”

"Huh? When did so many people arrive?" Yarman turned to look at the large group of... creatures surrounding the two of them and exclaimed, "This small place can actually hold so many people!"

"Clang~~~Clang~~~Clang~~~"

Three deafening chimes rang out, and the creatures who were there knelt down, raised their heads, and held their hands high, as if welcoming the arrival of some great being.

Without keeping everyone waiting long, a giant over five meters tall, wearing a golden hooded robe, walked in, stepped over the kneeling creature blocking his way, and came to the two of them. Next to him was a small dwarf about fifty centimeters tall with a fierce appearance.

Looking at the two people opposite him, the dwarf seemed to have been greatly insulted. He pointed fiercely at them and shouted, "You two, why don't you kneel before the gods!"

“……?” ×2

Seeing that the two didn't react, the dwarf was furious. He started jumping around angrily, even tripping over his floor-length robe and falling to the ground, but he still shouted angrily, "Are you deaf?"

"God? Where did this god come from?" Yarman looked around in confusion. There was no god here, at most two incarnations of gods. Could it be that his true self had arrived?

“You! You rude scoundrels! Uncivilized people! Barbarians! Natives! Utterly foolish! You…”

The dwarf started spinning wildly, spewing a torrent of insults at the two men, leaving them dumbfounded. This was truly a new vocabulary challenge; who knew you could insult someone like that!

After finishing his tirade, the dwarf pointed to the silent giant behind him and shouted fanatically, "Look at you two foolish and ignorant savages! God is right before your eyes!"

“……??” ×2

Mostima looked at Yarman beside her and asked curiously, "What new ideas have you come up with lately?"

“No, he’s been drawing.” Yarman shook his head, equally bewildered. Where did this wild god come from? He had absolutely no recollection of this person.

"The supreme being of the subterranean people, the omnipotent one who controls the emotions of all beings, the master of dreams, the only true god in the world..." The dwarf began to recite the titles of this "high man." He recited more than a dozen different titles in a row, just like reciting a menu, and each title corresponded to a different field.

"Wait, wait!" Yarman interrupted the dwarf, looking at the giant not far away and calling out to him, "Hey, you big guy over there, can you tell me what your major is?"

The giant was taken aback, not expecting him to ask such a question. "Professional?"

"Yes, what is your specialty?"

"I have no specialization," the giant shook his head, his voice booming. "I am omniscient and omnipotent!"

"..."×2

“No one in this world is omniscient or omnipotent.” Yarman shook his head and said calmly, “Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, even the strongest person.”

"Therefore I am God."

Looking at the seemingly self-evident giant opposite him, Yarman slowly raised a thumb. "You're a true logic genius! I know what your specialty is now."

"You are the god of logic!"

Chapter 153: The Real Name Used

"……logic?"

“Yes!” Yarman looked at the hesitant giant and exclaimed in admiration, “I thought you would become more specialized in emotions because of this, but I never expected your logic to be so unique. It’s simply a miracle. Do you know how amazing you are?”

Seeing Yarman suddenly start praising him, even using an aria, the giant was very puzzled. He didn't know what was wrong with this humanoid creature, but... it seemed to be of good benefit to him?

"Then...humans, would you like to join us?" The giant extended an invitation to the two people before him, stretching out his large hand to them. "Become one of us and fight for a beautiful new world."

"...Brave New World?"

"Yes, Brave New World!" The giant raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him with fanaticism. His tone was filled with an undisguised madness. At the same time, waves of energy, mixed with extreme emotions, spread outwards, causing the kneeling crowd to sway.

"..."×2

Seeing the bizarre scene before him, Yarman felt a chill run down his spine. This was too strange. This person actually believed his own nonsense. It was really too strange. He thought that this creature was just using the Originium, but he didn't expect that he was actually affected by the Originium!

More accurately, it was contaminated by this Originium!

"What's going on?" Mostima quietly tugged at his clothes, leaned close to him, and whispered, "I feel like this guy is acting strange. Is there something wrong with him?"

“This is a huge problem!” Yarman looked solemnly at the giant who kept chanting the song and the chaotic creatures dancing around him. He said seriously, “Let me ask the main body first!”

"You can still contact him?"

“Sure, can’t you contact your true self?” Yarman glanced at her slightly. “You’d better tell me that as well.”

Is it that serious?

"You'll find out soon enough." After saying that, Yarman closed his eyes and began to contact his true self. The situation here was too strange; he needed to find an expert to take a look and figure out what to do.

Listening to the strange song the giant kept chanting, Yarman began to communicate with the giant himself and quickly arrived at a simple and direct solution:

“The Lord wants me to recite his true name directly, right here.” Yarman looked at Mostima beside him. He knew what the Lord meant, but since he didn’t have time to come over, he could only give him a pre-written spell to recite and solve the problem.

It's like an engineer who's too busy to come over, so they send you an auto-run program. You just install it, click to run it, and the program automatically solves all the problems.

“Well… my true self said, if that doesn’t work, we should just activate the essence she placed inside the staff.” Mostima looked at Yarman and slowly gave a similar answer.

"Well... people who aren't family don't enter through the same door!" Yarman shook his head helplessly. Those two were truly a match made in heaven; their methods were exactly the same, both so simple and crude.

Standing still, Yarman looked at the yellow-clad giant opposite him, whose singing grew louder and louder, even causing the entire underground space to tremble, and whispered, "I have an idea!"

"What? Tell me."

“I will recite my true name. The moment this place is destroyed, you will activate the essence left behind by your true self and move the two of us out. How about that?” Yarman asked her.

“It should be… possible!” Mostima nodded seriously, took out her staff, and began to activate its essence. An astonishing aura emanated from it. Even in this space that had been completely corrupted by the Dream Realm, she successfully connected with the laws of time in the outside world!

The aura of the invasion of the laws of the real world caught the giant's attention. He slowly stopped chanting, stared straight at the two, a look of fear flashing in his eyes, and let out a hoarse, unpleasant voice: "Aura of the outside world, you, stop immediately, or I will have no choice but to completely annihilate you!"

Just as he was threatening the two, Yarman finally finished his preparations. Looking at the giant, he struggled to utter a strange phrase that did not belong to the category of human language.

"Yalman Muller-Nicholas!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

As he finished reciting his true name, a deafening roar resounded throughout the underground, traveling up the elevator shaft. The deep stairwell, in effect, became an amplifier, amplifying the sound many times over!

The screams rose from the ground to the surface, and the roars instantly shattered the factory above, tearing the surrounding factories to pieces as well. The glass and ceramic artifacts of the entire industrial zone were reduced to fragments in an instant.

At the same time, endless Originium particles and massive amounts of energy surged wildly toward the source of the sound, turning the entire sky golden yellow with the aggregated Originium and energy.

Just as the people of Flushing were captivated by the spectacle before them, a natural disaster suddenly struck the industrial area. The gathered energy surged into the stairwell, pierced through the steel platform, tore apart the elevator shaft, shattered everything in its path, and reached the altar space at the bottom level.

"Bong!"

A deafening explosion erupted beneath the industrial zone. During the event, all the onlookers saw was a white sun radiating endless light and heat, slowly rising from the industrial zone, melting everything around it and even setting the city's green trees ablaze.

Suddenly, the entire city was thrown into chaos. The fire department was overwhelmed with fires everywhere, and hospital wards were instantly full. Many people who had been caught in the commotion and suffered extensive burns were sent to the ICU. The city construction bureau staff also went crazy.

The walls of the outermost houses were completely baked to their original state, most of the glass was turned into powder, and there was also the industrial area that had been melted into a huge crater, which was beyond repair.

Just as the entire city of Flushing was busy dealing with the sudden disaster, Yarman and his companion appeared at the edge of the industrial area. Mostima's staff shattered instantly, and his clothes were burned into rags.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Yarman lay on the ground, letting out a painful scream, but quickly lost his voice and could only lie there convulsing, in so much pain that his eyes were rolling back in his head.

"You... what's wrong with you?" Mostima looked at Yarman beside her, who seemed to be in excruciating pain, and helped him up in a panic. She used healing spells, but they were of no use.

After lying on the ground convulsing for ten minutes, Yarman finally stopped and said hoarsely, "I...I'm fine now. Let's go back. The matter has been resolved."

"Can you walk like this?"

"I...I'll rest for a bit first." Yarman sighed and lay down on the ground to rest. He hadn't expected that using his real name would have such a big side effect.

If Specter had used it, would she still be alive?

On Terra, on the other side of the human continent, Ghost Shark glanced at the dozens of twisted creatures surrounding him, then at the dulled chainsaw in his hand, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

She took out the crucifix from her bosom, closed her eyes, and softly murmured, "My Lord! I call upon You!"

"Yalman Muller-Nicholas!"

"Bong!"

Chapter 154: The Zombie Has Came Back to Life!

"Huh? What's going on?"

Immersed in drawing the stars, Yarman suddenly looked up. He slowly pulled out the tubes inserted into his body and looked up into the distance. He felt someone call out his real name, and it was two people at once. One of them was his clone. Who was the other one?

"Why are so many people calling me all of a sudden?" Yarman muttered, somewhat puzzled. He glanced at the half-finished stellar server blueprints, removed the thick tubes inserted into his body, and began searching for another person calling his real name.

After a while, he suddenly realized, "So it was my divine messenger! I was wondering who else in this world knew my name! Why did she call me? Has some strange new life been born?"

"...Oh, so they were surrounded and beaten up, and now they're just calling for reinforcements."

After determining the problem with the Specter Shark, Yarman conjured a bright green sphere in his hand. He casually tore open space, located the Specter Shark's spatial coordinates, and threw the sphere over. After doing all this, he sat back down in the large chair and reinserted the tubes into himself.

He slowly closed his eyes and returned to his previous lying-down state. In the entire laboratory, only the constantly rotating star model, which was slowly developing various patterns, was still in motion.

…………

Flushing, within the city limits.

“This is all because of your one sentence.” Mostima supported Yarman beside her. She looked at the chaotic crowd, the trees burned to ashes, and the medical staff running all over the streets. She slowly shook her head. “Your real name is really amazing.”

"..."

Yarman didn't speak, he just tried to walk forward. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, he simply couldn't speak at all. His voice was basically ruined, and he couldn't utter a word.

"Shall we go to that Higher Originium Arts Association now?" Mostima looked at Yarman beside her, and seeing his calm, lifeless eyes, she smiled and nodded. She helped him up and said, "Then I'll take that as your agreement. Let's go, let's go now!"

"..."

"By the way, Yarman, why aren't you saying anything!"

“[?_??]”

“Oh right, I forgot you can’t speak now.” Mostima patted her head and smiled at him. “When will you be able to speak again? Or will you never be able to speak again?”

"...Now, cough cough cough cough~~!"

Seeing Yarman struggling to speak, coughing up blood while bent over, Mostima patted his back with a touch of sympathy. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. You just had to be so stubborn! Now you can't speak at all."