A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“Yes, we can’t delay any longer.” Yarman shrugged helplessly. The Great Mother Goddess had made it very clear in her letter that if he didn’t bring his wife to visit her in the Cthulhu world within three months, she would have no choice but to go to her child’s home herself.

After thinking it over, Yarman decided to take Mostima with him. To be fair, the Great Mother Goddess had indeed given him a new life, although the outcome of this new life might not be what he hoped for.

Chapter 159: Yarman, why won't you leave?

"By the way, Yalman, if we want to keep playing this game, what should we do?" The doctor looked up at Yalman and asked, "Should we keep putting money in?"

"Are you crazy? You're still putting money in there?" Yarman asked him in astonishment. "You know this thing is a bottomless pit, and you're still putting money in it. Do you have too much money?"

"So what should we do?"

“…Let’s talk to them first!” Yarman sat on the sofa, thought for a moment, and said, “In a while, there should be a new round of group management meetings. Remember to bring up this matter then, and forcefully pass the proposal to enter and supervise Lin Yi’s world!”

"Then, get Veronica and the others involved to talk to Lin Yi about this. Don't worry, they'll definitely support us. They bought more than us, so they'll definitely lose more money than us. Get them to go talk to Lin Yi together and ask him to regularly publish his world construction plan and discuss it with us."

"Make him stop immediately, stop selling the bonds, don't let this matter escalate further, and keep this news from outsiders. Try your best to maintain the current situation until he has completely finished."

After saying that, Yarman picked up his glass, took a slow sip, let out a deep sigh, and looked at the doctor who was nodding incessantly, and said, "Now that this matter is over, it's time to talk about what you did wrong. Come on, tell me, why did you accept his money?"

"This...this...sigh!" The doctor sighed, shrugged helplessly, and complained to Yarman with a worried expression, "Boss, you don't know my predicament. After you promoted me, I have no salary, and I have to eat, drink and build relationships with those people all day long."

"All of this was paid for with my own money. I'm completely broke right now. I'm just a super user, so I don't get any of the profits from Terra World. I'm really broke! And the more I work, the less money I have left. I have a whole family to support back on Rhodes Island!"

"I have no choice, boss. If I don't take his money, I really can't survive!"

Looking at the doctor across from him, who was almost crying, Yarman was dumbfounded. Why was the doctor living such a miserable life? It shouldn't be like this. And why did he have to use his personal funds to treat people to meals? Treating foreign guests to meals should be paid into the public account. And what about his salary? Why didn't he get a salary?

"Crack~!"

"What are you doing?!"

"You're so ruthless! You're exploiting him like this, treating him to meals and covering his own expenses, and he doesn't even get paid!" Mostima looked at the equally dumbfounded Yalman with astonishment. "You're so heartless!"

"I...no!" Yarman looked at the Doctor and asked curiously, "Why is your dinner payment a smuggled expense? Even if you did, why didn't you ask me for reimbursement? And what about the profits from Terra's development? Didn't I make you sign for them? Didn't you sign them?"

"And then there's the issue of wages. How could there be no wages?"

“But I haven’t received any salary!” The doctor looked at the surprised Yarman and shrugged, “I haven’t received a single penny; it’s all going out.”

"Wait a minute...did you submit your account number?" Yarman looked at the doctor and asked slowly, "If you didn't submit it, it won't know your account and definitely won't transfer the money to you!"

"..."×3

"I don't think I... have it!"

“…I give up!” Yarman slowly closed his eyes. Such a huge blunder was caused by a communication barrier between himself and his group, which left him with mixed feelings.

"Alright, stop staring at me. Tell me all the money you've spent lately, and then go and give me your personal account number. I'll make up for it all for you in a bit. As for that 1.2 billion... hand it all over to me. Don't keep a single penny for yourself, understand?"

"Ah!" The doctor exclaimed in surprise, looking at Yarman opposite him, "All twelve billion must be handed over!"

"Yes, so what? You have a problem with that?" A sinister smile appeared on Yalman's face. He slowly sat up straight, looked at the doctor opposite him who couldn't help but feel intimidated, and said softly, "You don't have to hand it in. I won't check."

Looking at Yarman, whose face was contorted with rage but whose tone was extremely gentle, the doctor immediately said, "Of course not, I will definitely hand it over, absolutely. This money is not mine, I don't want a single penny!"

“That’s right!” Yarman nodded with a smile, and said in his gentle voice, “Alright, that’s all. You can go back now and ask the others what they think.”

“Okay, okay!” The doctor stood up, about to leave the lab, but then sat back down and looked intently at Yarman across from him. “Yarman, I have a question.”

"Hmm? Go ahead and ask."

"Why...why do you stay in this small world of Terra? And why put so much effort into building this world?" the doctor asked, puzzled. He simply couldn't understand it. With Yarman's strength and level, he could go to any world he wanted if he wanted, and everyone would treat him like royalty.

Moreover, his mother is the Great Mother Goddess. As long as he is willing to go to the Cthulhu world of the multi-star system Great Wall universe, which has been realized, he will definitely reach the level of an Outer God, let alone the Primordial Pillar God. Then, he can roam freely throughout the entire universe!

Why insist on staying in this small world? Why strive so hard to develop, and even willingly become intertwined with this world, refusing to leave? What's the point?

“This… I can’t go back.” Yarman sat on the sofa, glanced at Mostima, and finally slowly lowered his head. “I can’t just go back like this! It’s impossible!”

"Why? What's wrong with going back? You'll become your mother's heir, and you won't even need to do anything. The resources of the entire world will be poured into you, without any restrictions. You can become an Outer God immediately!" the doctor asked, puzzled. He knew that Yarman was still an Old Branch.

Although this old branch-level fighter can already easily defeat those so-called faction leaders, it is still an old branch-level fighter. Not only does it have an end to its lifespan, but it can also be killed!

“No, no, no!” Yarman shook his head again. He looked up at the doctor and said seriously, “If I go to my mother’s side, I can indeed become an Outer God, or even a top Outer God, but from then on I will be like this, with no room for further progress.”

“But in Terra, I have the opportunity to become Azathoth, you know?” Yarman looked at the Doctor opposite him and said seriously, “My goal has never been simply to become my mother, you know?”

"Hiss~~~!"

The doctor sat on the sofa and finally understood why Yarman had endured so much injustice and still stayed here. His goal wasn't the position of the Great Mother Goddess at all!

They were aiming at Azathoth, the great creator god!

He intends to use this world as the foundation for his advancement. When this world becomes a great world like the Cthulhu universe, that will be the day he becomes Azathoth!

The doctor sat on the sofa, remained silent for a long time, and then said with a wry smile, "I finally understand one thing!"

"what?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight; if you want to hold a rose, you must bear its pain."

Chapter 160: Let's go back to our hometown tomorrow.

Rhode Island, Doctor's office.

Sitting in his chair, the doctor looked at the amount in his personal account and sighed deeply. So much money, all of it had to be handed over to public funds. Although it didn't belong to him and should still be handed over, to be honest, who would want to spit out the meat they had already swallowed?

Kal'tsit, sitting opposite the Doctor, looked at him calmly and said, "You seem to be very distressed."

"How can I not feel bad when the duck that was supposed to be in my stomach has been vomited up?" the doctor said helplessly, but his hands continued to work. He transferred all 12 billion in his account to the public account, and then sorted out the money he had spent during this period and sent it all to Yarman's email.

"Ding dong!"

Seeing the email that had been sent out and immediately received a reply and that the remittance had been completed, the doctor chuckled wryly a few times. Such high efficiency was truly frightening.

Looking at the Doctor across from her, Kal'tsit's expression showed a rare hint of emotion. She looked at the Doctor curiously and said, "You seem very afraid of Yarman, but based on what you've said, he doesn't seem that powerful. He made so many mistakes when he was doing things. Why are you afraid?"

“He has indeed made quite a few mistakes and caused some big trouble, but…” The doctor sat in his chair, shrugging his shoulders in distress, as if pondering how to put it, “He… is able to admit his mistakes and correct them, and his execution ability is too strong, ridiculously strong. Once he says something, he will definitely do it!”

"I recalled what he said he would do in the past year or two, and he accomplished every single one of them!" The doctor said, his body trembling slightly. From the world's ascension to planetary level and the modification of the Originium recipe, to the modification of the stellar server and the Dreamland Project, not one of them was empty talk!

Every single task was implemented effectively, and no matter how many difficulties were encountered, their execution was simply absurdly strong!

Sitting in his chair, the doctor said with a wry smile, "What's most frightening is someone with such strong execution skills. If they say they'll do something, they always will. They're not afraid of death, they're not afraid of trouble, they're willing to handle trivial matters, they have firm goals, and they move steadily. How can I not be afraid?"

"...Then you now..."

"Right now? Right now, I just want to do this job well. If there's an opportunity in the future, I'll see if I can get administrator privileges." The Doctor looked at Kal'tsit seriously and said. With Yarman around, the future of Terra is still bright. Following the world's development will lead to a good future!

"I hope so."

…………

Inside the laboratory of the Emperor of Life.

Leaning against the lab bench, Mostima held a wine glass and looked at Yarman, who was staring at a stellar model not far away. "How long are you going to keep looking at this? You've been looking at it for so long!"

“I could look at this for ages and still not be satisfied!” Yarman slowly raised his head and said with satisfaction, “All the essence of what I have learned over the years is in here. This is my greatest achievement to date, a monument that records all my intelligence and wisdom!”

"She is like a flawless gem, so perfect. I can't wait to see the moment she ignites, her brilliant light radiating throughout the entire Terra universe. The light of wisdom and reason will illuminate Terra's future. From now on, Terra will have a perfect heart!"

Seeing Yarman leaning over the experimental table, reciting poetry to the model in front of him, Mostima sighed helplessly, slowly picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and watched all this in silence.

After a long while, Yarman finally stopped singing. He looked at the 3D model of the star in front of him, calmly pressed the save button, and then closed the display platform.

"What's wrong? Not going to keep singing?" Mostima looked at him, smiling and teasing, "I thought you'd be here staring at this model all day!"

Yarman shook his head and said calmly, "This model is indeed my highest achievement so far, but we cannot indulge in a sense of accomplishment. That will only make us complacent and allow others to surpass us."

Hearing this, Mosti's eyes lit up. She gently put down her wine glass, walked to Yarman's side, and, to his surprise, lightly kissed his cheek. "You looked so handsome when you said that!"

"...You don't actually think you'll get hooked on it, do you?" Yarman suddenly thought of something else. Looking at Mostima's expression, he said in surprise, "You really think so!"

“It turns out you didn’t, isn’t that good?” Mostima said with a smile. She was proud, not only of Yarman, but also of her own good judgment.

As expected of me, all the men I choose are so outstanding. I'm really amazing!

"What are you being proud of? Me? Or yourself?"

Is there any conflict here?

“That’s right!” Yarman nodded seriously. He turned to Mostima, who was hugging him, and said, “I have an idea. Let’s go back to our hometown tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Mostima was taken aback and asked curiously, "Why the rush?"

"I was thinking of spending a week going back to my hometown, and then coming back just in time for the Dream Realm to activate, squeezing in the time," Yarman said with a bit of distress. "My mother is really pushing me a little too hard."

"If you don't go back to her, she'll come looking for you?"

“Yes!” Yarman sighed again, saying with a headache, “She even sent me a world travel invitation ticket, which is only valid for three months.”

“I understand. Shall we set off tomorrow?” Mostima asked again to confirm.

Yarman nodded. "Yes, there's no need to pack any luggage. We can just go straight there. And... never mind, no need. I hope everything goes smoothly."

"What?" Mostima asked in confusion.

"It's nothing." Yarman shook his head, unwilling to say more. He was still wary of that world; it was far too dangerous, with too many powerful beings.

Mostima nodded. "Then I'll go and get ready."

“Alright, go ahead.” Yarman nodded, and after watching Mostima leave, he sat on the high stool behind him, looked at the dimly lit laboratory in front of him, and sighed deeply.

He didn't know what kind of trouble this "homecoming" would cause. He just hoped everything would go smoothly. Although his mother was a primordial pillar god, there was no guarantee that other outer gods wouldn't try to harm them.

Of the Outer Gods he knew, at least one might be willing to harm them. Not to mention the Creator God's messenger who was keen on causing trouble, Abhoth was a very likely candidate!

Even when Nagyebu's twins were born, the ancestor of demons had to go and join in the fun and cause some trouble. If the two of them went there now, it would be abnormal if he didn't come and take a look!

Outer Gods... a mysterious and great realm.

Although he had been suppressing his strength, he understood that even if he didn't suppress it and evolved with all his might, he still couldn't become an Outer God. The closer he got to that realm, the more unattainable it seemed to him.

"Sigh... I don't know if it's right or wrong!"

Chapter 161: Nicholas's Temper

The next day, morning.

"Are you all ready?" Yarman looked at Mostima beside him and waved his hand. "We'll set off as soon as we're ready. Don't keep her waiting too long; she's not very patient."

“Let’s go,” Mostima said calmly to Yarman.

"it is good!"

As soon as they finished speaking, a huge spatial gate appeared in front of them, instantly swallowing them up and sending them leaping towards the distant horizon!

…………

The Cthulhu Reality Universe, a planet on the edge of the Milky Way.

"boom!"

Two figures appeared on the surface of this desolate planet. Standing on the ground, Yarman frowned. The landing coordinates were indeed not well chosen; this planet was too barren.

"Why is the environment here so bad?" Mostima waved his hand casually, dispersing the sandstorms that kept rising from the planet's surface. "There are sandstorms everywhere, it's almost as bad as Terra!"

"...Terra's environment is still better than here." Yarman retorted somewhat awkwardly as he listened to her comparison planet, even though the environment of his own world was indeed a mess.

“But this world… is truly terrifyingly powerful!” Yarman looked up at the starry sky. He could sense that in the pitch-black night sky, the twinkling stars were all real, existing stars. This universe was simply unbelievably vast!

Compared to Terra, it is like a grain of sand compared to the vast universe. There is absolutely no comparison. Whether it is the abundance of laws, the diversity of species, the number of planets, or the complexity of the cosmic structure, Terra is completely crushed.

How long will it take me to develop Terra into such a vast world?

Looking at the incredibly intuitive and immense universe before him, Yarman felt powerless and disheartened. How could he possibly develop such a vast world?

"You seem really down? My best kid!"

A voice suddenly appeared in his ear, and the breath of life instantly swept across the entire planet. Instantly, the once barren planet was revitalized, with all sorts of strange plants growing from beneath the earth, and animals appearing on the ground. Powerful auras emanated from the planet from time to time!

Sensing the powerful aura rising and falling like firecrackers on the planet, Yarman immediately knew who had arrived. Who else could create so many Great Old Ones simply by descending?

“It is indeed a bit disheartening. Your world is truly magnificent, my mother.” Yarman sighed, turning to face the large, ever-flowing mass of black mist behind him. “If you acknowledge me.”

“Of course, my child.” Nicholas looked gently at Yarman before her, conveying a series of gentle spiritual messages to him, “You were created solely by me, hatched purely from my womb, so naturally you are my dearest child!”

As it spoke, the black mist condensed into a thick tentacle, which slowly rested on Yarman's shoulder. Seeing that he did not resist, it continued to wrap around him, binding him like a mother embracing her child.

Feeling the tentacles wrapping around his body, Yarman simply stood there, his body trembling. His body's instincts were stimulating him, and the feeling was as if he had returned to the mother nest, warm, gentle, and powerful. This sensation made him feel wonderful.

After a while, the tentacles retracted. Nicholas looked at Yarman and said gently, "Welcome back to your homeland, my child, Yarman Muller Nicholas."

“Yes, Mother.” Yarman nodded slowly, then turned and pointed to Mostima standing to the side. “This is Mostima, my… wife.”

“Ah! I can tell!” Nicholas slowly looked at Mostima, who was exuding an aura of time and space, with a black halo above her head, and trying her best to remain calm. Her gaze swept over Mostima’s body and finally landed on the ring on her hand.

“The aura at the end of time and space... it seems you gave her the memory stone Veronica gave you,” Nicholas said with a half-smile, her tone carrying a strange emotion. “And look at the aura on her... ha, it seems she’s determined to follow the Yog path.”