A chat group for a certain tower warlock

At this point, the Terra Star, the common center of the main world and the Dreamland, was fully illuminated. Endless energy and information flowed through it, interacting between the two spaces. The Dreamland Project was thus fully realized!

"Clap clap clap clap clap~" ×3

Yarman couldn't help but stand up, looking at the screen in front of him and clapping enthusiastically. He pointed to the screen with joy, "Did you see that? Our star has finally lit up! From now on, we no longer need the origin of the world to disguise itself as a star!"

“Yes, the origin of the world can finally retire.” The doctor smiled. “The origin of the world can finally stop distributing energy and focus solely on emitting light.”

“Let’s not mention this again.” Yarman said calmly, looking at the star. “I’ll remove the luminous array of the world’s origin in a moment. It won’t look good if people find out.”

"Isn't this common knowledge? There's no need to cover it up."

"Then let's not talk about it anymore, this is too stupid." Yarman said calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the center console, pressed a red button, "This world should enter the Dreamland."

"Enter the Dream Realm?" The doctor was taken aback, looking at Yarman in surprise and saying, "This Life Emperor, such a huge world, is being thrown into the Dream Realm!"

Yarman calmly watched the spaceship that was jumping into the Dreamland. "This spaceship was originally my testing ground, purely for research. The development of so many civilizations is a byproduct."

“But there’s nothing on these planets… just some grass and trees.” The doctor pointed to a bunch of planets on the screen and said seriously, “Since they’re byproducts, why don’t you just transfer all these civilizations to these planets and let them live in the main world?”

"..."

"What's wrong? Isn't this just filling in the blank space?"

Seeing the astonished doctor opposite him, Yarman smiled, stepped forward, patted the doctor on the shoulder, and said with satisfaction, "You've finally come up with some useful suggestions! I had the same idea, but the world's essence isn't quite sufficient yet, so I plan to proceed in a few days!"

"Have you thought this through?"

"So many civilizations, so many lives, we can't let them go to waste!" Yarman said calmly, turning to look at the screen in front of him, a smile spreading across his face. "Terra has finally embarked on a fast track of development!"

After saying that, he walked to the display screen, gently turned on the screen connected to it, looked at the dozen or so tiny, flashing lights gathered together on it, and sighed.

“Look, a byproduct has appeared: an information flow aggregation.” Yarman pointed to the cluster of bright dots on the screen and said with a troubled expression, “I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

"Can these information aggregates interfere with the real world?" the doctor asked slowly.

Mostima, who had been silent, nodded. "Of course they can. They can even descend into the real universe, but their bodies are made of pure Originium. If they want other materials, they need to prepare them specially."

"Who would prepare this thing... I get it!" The Doctor paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly. The group most likely to send out the exact same information stream in the Terra world must be people similar to the Iberian Church followers!

This means that... from then on, Terra truly had a god!

Chapter 167: God? A racial counselor!

"I'm thinking about something. Should I disperse all these information streams?" Yarman said slowly, looking at the cluster of light points in front of him. He was worried that these information aggregations would disrupt the entire world.

Mostima, standing to the side, asked, "What is your purpose in building the Dreamland?"

"Of course, it's communication, long-distance transportation, and inspiring the creatures of our world!" Yalman answered directly. He had thought about these ideas countless times, and now that someone asked, he didn't even need to think; he could just state these purposes directly.

"So you're planning to tutor them one by one personally?" Mostima asked again.

“How is that possible!” Yarman refused outright, staring at Mostima in shock. “Do you know how many races there are on Terra? If I tutor them all one by one, how long would it take? Would I even be able to do anything else?”

"Since you're not going to teach them personally, are you planning to create clones of yourself to teach them?"

“That’s unrealistic!” Yarman refused again, shrugging. “My clones all use things I came up with, and in the end, they all end up being the same template. What’s the point?”

"So that means you need a group of counselors to teach them!"

"If that's the case... then that's correct!"

“Then aren’t these information aggregates the best mentors?” Mostima pointed to the large number of orbs of light in front of him and said with a smile, “You just need to control them, prevent them from spreading information that is harmful to the world, and then let them teach and compete freely, isn’t that enough!”

"Mostima!"

"Anyway, they come from the race that created them. If their race declines, they will never be able to develop. Therefore, they will definitely put in their best effort to teach!"

“…A brilliant idea! Thank you, darling!” Yarman nodded earnestly, tapping the screen in front of him with delight. “Then it’s decided. As for how to get them to obey, no need for all that trouble. Just send them an email, and they’ll know what to do!”

As he spoke, he walked to the control panel, gently opened an interface, clicked on the long-term effective group message, selected information aggregation, then selected a folder marked as Terra World History Analysis, clicked OK, and closed the interface in front of him.

"Alright, that's it. What a hassle!" Yarman leaned back on the center console, smiling as he looked at the two displays not far away. Suddenly, he said, "Wutong, find a way to get me some World Origin as soon as possible."

"Huh? So suddenly?"

“Yes, not too many. With the remaining world essence we have, it’s enough to transfer all the races on my spaceship to the new planet.” Yarman looked at the display screen in front of him and said ambitiously, “I want to complete the construction of a planetary-level universe as quickly as possible!”

Upon hearing this, the Doctor immediately started to have a headache. The Originium from the last promotion hadn't been used up yet, and now the Originium was simply not selling. But if he didn't sell Originium, what could he sell?

"We don't have anything to sell either, boss," the doctor said with a headache. "Originium is simply unsellable right now. Everyone still has a bunch on hand, and other markets have been taken over. It's very difficult for us to get in now."

"They've all been occupied?"

"Yes, they're all taken." The doctor started counting on his fingers, "Magic is Dumbledore and Veronica, the supernatural is Scranton, the bizarre is Veronica, melee is Im, Princess Aurora and the King of Merchants, electrical science is Tesla, cultivation is Lin Yi, alchemy is Linnard..."

"By the way, who is the Shang Emperor?" Yarman asked curiously.

"Do you still remember the world of Qi and Blood Martial Arts?" The doctor looked at Yarman and said casually, "The former dynasty, the Great Xia Dynasty, has fallen. The group member who wanted to save the Great Xia Dynasty became emperor, and the country was named Great Shang."

"I see. It seems the basic product categories are already full!" Yarman said leisurely. He had expected this. After so long, these obvious business opportunities must have been fully occupied. Moreover, with so many people in the group, this small market is not enough to go around.

The basic product category has long since gone from a blue ocean to a red ocean, and from a red ocean to a black ocean.

“Therefore, if we want to make another big profit, we must explore new avenues!” Yarman said earnestly.

"Well... Boss, a new track isn't a highway that you can just build on a whim. Besides, even a highway isn't something you can build in a day or two!" the doctor said earnestly.

In his view, his boss was just too impatient, wanting to emulate their former motherland and take big strides. But the lessons of the past should serve as a warning! Big strides may feel good, but taking too big a step can easily lead to disaster!

This kind of rambling not only wastes time but also resources!

“Who said we’re only just starting to explore new avenues?” Yarman glanced at him, walked back to the center console, and gently tapped on a folder named New Possibilities. Instantly, a whole bunch of folders popped up. “I’ve been preparing for this for a while now. Come and take a look!”

"...You didn't tell me about this!"

"I told you a long time ago to come and take a look, but you never did," Yarman shrugged and said casually. "Besides, with so many documents, how could I possibly tell you everything?"

"Okay, so what's your new track? Let me see!"

Yarman opened a folder, pointed at it, and said, "It's actually very simple. It's a world plugin. After this experience in the Dream Realm, I'm confident that I can create a world law plugin to add some new features to the world, such as an additional extraordinary power."

“…Won’t it cause a rejection reaction?” Mostima suddenly asked.

“This is the most important point!” Yarman’s spirits lifted immediately. He looked at the two of them seriously and said, “This is a customized service. The client places an order, and then we customize the plugin according to their requirements!”

Do you think this business is viable?

"Well..." the doctor thought for a moment, then said, "Perhaps it's possible! But in the future, the other more powerful worlds in the group will definitely compete with us for business!"

"It doesn't matter!" Yarman waved his hand casually and said with a smile, "This is a high-end business anyway. I'm not thinking of getting rich from it. I'll earn whatever I can."

"But the first order should be ours; we can make a lot of money from it!"

The doctor stood there thinking for a long time, and finally nodded. "I'll put it on the group store in a bit, and then I'll talk to those worlds that are on good terms with us and see if they need it. I'm sure they will." As he said this, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

I've already come up with a name for you, and you still won't buy my stuff? Do you want to quit the business?

Glancing at the doctor, Yarman said seriously, "Don't go too far, don't provoke their resistance."

"Okay, I understand, absolutely not!" The doctor nodded confidently, then immediately added, "As long as your goods are guaranteed to be of high quality!"

"My products are absolutely top-notch!"

"Then my side is absolutely stable!"

Chapter 168: The surgery was a success; you're a girl now.

"I'll leave this to you," Yalman casually agreed, then stepped forward and pulled the Doctor back as he was about to leave. "I haven't said I'm leaving yet! There's one more thing!"

Seeing the man who had grabbed him, the doctor was stunned. He thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Is there anything else? I still need to discuss business with them and confirm the price!"

"Soon, very soon!" Yarman pulled the doctor back to the experimental table. He turned to Mostima, who was standing to the side with her arms crossed, watching the two of them, and smiled. "Little Mostima, I'm sorry."

"Oh." Mostima nodded, turned and left the laboratory, closing the door behind him as he went.

"Clang."

Looking at the closed door, the doctor had a bad feeling. He looked at Yarman in panic, "You, if you have something to say, just say it. With our relationship, there's no need to hide anything."

"No, I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you." Yarman pulled the doctor down to sit, turned around and picked up a bottle of wine from the reagent table, then took two semi-transparent beakers and placed them in front of the two of them. He leisurely opened the bottle and poured 500 milliliters of golden-red wine into each beaker.

He pushed one of the beakers towards the professor, smiled, and picked up the beaker. "Come on, Wutong, let's have a good talk about something. It's about... how's your spell training going lately?"

"This... it's starting, it's starting!" The doctor paused, then nodded somewhat guiltily. He picked up the beaker in front of him, took a small sip, and his eyes lit up. This unknown liquor suited his taste quite well; it tasted like drinking sparkling water with alcohol.

That's why this wine makes you feel a little dizzy.

Seeing the professor drinking continuously and covering his face with the glass, Yarman nodded knowingly. It seemed he had just finished creating the new folder. It was alright; he didn't need to continue studying.

Instead of making this lazy dog ​​learn the theory of Originium Arts, it's better to just give him a makeover!

“It’s alright, you can take your time. There’s no rush. By the way, did you finish your drink? Was it good? Here, I’ll get you another one.” Yarman said, filling the doctor’s beaker with another glass. He also picked up his glass. “Come on, let’s have another one! Drink up!”

“…Okay, drink!” The doctor was completely dazed. He picked up the glass and started pouring wine into his mouth. He became even more dizzy and after another glass, he could no longer sit up.

Looking at the doctor opposite him, Yarman calmly said, "Don't you think that as a representative of our Terra world, your strength is a bit too weak? You're in danger like this!"

"Hmm... Danger, danger, I will definitely study, I will definitely study."

“Actually, improving strength doesn’t necessarily require learning!” Yarman looked at the doctor opposite him, calculating the time it would take for the drug to take effect, and continued with a smile, “We have many methods, such as body modification, right? As long as the modification is completed, you’ll immediately become a master!”

"Hmm...hmm...modification, modification."

"You also think renovation is a good method?"

"Good idea, good idea."

"Alright! Let's begin right away!" A satisfied smile appeared on Yarman's face. He gently pressed the pause button on the recorder, and looking at the doctor who was already swaying in front of him, he leisurely crossed his arms and said, "Three, two, one, fall down!"

“bong”.

Seeing the doctor fall to the ground, Yarman stepped forward, picked him up, and dragged him like a dead pig to another room. He then casually lifted him up and threw him onto the bio-modification table, stretched his joints, and said, "I haven't seen you study properly, but you've been gaining weight like crazy!"

Seeing the doctor still moving around unconsciously, Yarman grabbed him, stripped him naked, and then locked him firmly to the modification table. Looking at the naked doctor in front of him, Yarman suddenly smiled, "How about we change his gender? With his looks, he'd definitely be beautiful as a woman!"

"Forget it, it takes too much time." Yarman shook his head, gently pressed the button, the shadowless lights turned on, and dozens of mechanical arms extended from under the modification platform, floating gently above the doctor's body.

"Let's begin, time waits for no one!"

…………

Twenty-five hours later.

Yarman looked at the doctor lying in the incubation chamber and quietly waited for the moment he opened his eyes. He didn't have that much time to wait for the enhanced organs added to the doctor's body to slowly adapt to his body. That would take too long. He wanted the doctor's body to be fully usable the moment he woke up!

"Why hasn't he woken up yet after so long?" Yarman glanced at the wall clock, his brows furrowing slightly. This was going on for quite a while, and he was a little worried that the doctor might never wake up.

He slowly turned his gaze to another incubation chamber, looking at the body inside that resembled the Doctor but was more delicate, a wicked smile flashing across his face, "A female version of the Doctor, what would happen to Rhodes Island if this were also put there?"

"It's both intriguing and exciting!"

Just as he was excitedly observing the female doctor clone in front of him, a noise suddenly came from the incubation chamber next to him. He turned around and walked to the incubation chamber. Looking at the doctor who had opened her eyes and was in a panic, he gently pressed a button, and the culture medium in the incubation chamber began to drain out.

He turned around and walked to the cloning chamber, gently pressed the hide button, and hid the chamber.

"Pfft~~~!"

As the incubation chamber door slowly opened, and the doctor sat up inside, Yarman stood to the side and said with a smile, "The surgery was a success. You're a girl now."

"what?!"

The doctor was startled and immediately reached out to touch the place he couldn't see. After confirming that it was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked angrily at Yarman and said in shock and anger, "Why didn't you come over before throwing me in here... No, why did you modify me!"

You're wrong.

"Where did I go wrong? Tell me!"

“You’re wrong to say I didn’t get your permission.” Yarman took out the recorder he had prepared beforehand, placed it in front of him, pressed the play button, and looked at the doctor across from him, whose face grew increasingly gloomy as he listened. He shrugged and said calmly, “You see, you actually agreed.”

"I was drunk! I didn't actually want to agree!"

"Do we have telepathy? How would I know what you're thinking?" Yarman shrugged irresponsibly and said with a smile, "If you say it's okay, then I'll modify it!"

"...What changes have occurred in my body?"

“It’s simple. You can now defeat a great wizard head-on with this body.” Yarman pointed to his muscular upper body exposed to the air. “Otherwise, with your previous physical abilities, do you think you could have pushed open the incubation chamber’s hatch? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Sitting in the cabin, the doctor slowly clenched his fist, feeling the continuous surge of power within his body. He took a breath with a hint of surprise, thinking, "This powerful feeling... is really great!"

"...But this still won't work!"

He casually tossed a sorcerer's robe at him and said irritably, "If you've got a good deal, keep it. Stop pretending and put your clothes on."

"Oh."

Chapter 169: The Female PhD

Seeing the doctor sitting in the chair, fiddling with a beaker, Yarman gave him the order to leave. "If there's nothing else, just go back. We've finished talking. Once you're back, you can choose to learn Originium Arts or combat skills, it's up to you. Your body is capable of both now."