A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Combat skills? Do we Terra have combat skills?"

“Yes, we’ve already incorporated the laws of the One Piece world.” Yarman replied without turning his head, picking up a book and tossing it over. “This is the Haki and swordsmanship of Terra. You can take it back and take a look, or let your kids learn it.”

The doctor suddenly reached forward and caught the book that Yarman had thrown. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that the modifications Yarman had made to him went far beyond just increasing his physical strength. Before, he definitely wouldn't have been able to catch something thrown so fast, but now he could catch it with ease!

Flipping through the small notebook in his hand, the professor slowly walked towards it. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a steel platform in front of him. Looking at the square iron lump in front of him, he curiously tapped it. After confirming that it was hollow inside, he began to touch it randomly.

Since it's hollow, it should be able to be opened, right? Yarman must have put a button here!

"Ah! So the button was here, Yarman, you hid it well!" The doctor pressed the start button with great curiosity, and said with interest as he watched the culture chamber slowly open and rise out.

Upon seeing the culture chamber that the doctor had suddenly discovered, Yalman's expression changed drastically. He reached out and said in a panic, "Don't activate it! No, why are you moving around! Don't look!"

"What's the big deal!" The doctor shrugged nonchalantly, looking at the rising culture chamber. He pointed to the "To be continued" message on the electronic screen in the center of the chamber. "I've already started it for you!"

"Don't press it... you'll regret it!"

Upon hearing this, the doctor stopped what he was doing. He stared intently at Yarman and slowly asked, "I'll regret it? You mean this thing has something to do with me?"

“Uh…yes.” Yarman sighed slowly, nodded, and said seriously, “I fully respect your rights. You are qualified to open this incubation chamber, but you must be responsible for your own actions! Remember, it was you who opened the incubation chamber, not me.”

"..."

Looking at the nonchalant Yarman on the other side, the Doctor thought for a moment, and finally resolutely pressed the start button, "Yes, I'm going to start it. I don't believe anything can go wrong!"

Seeing the doctor press the button, Yarman calmed down. He casually sat in the chair, crossed his arms, calmly straightened his clothes, and smiled at the doctor. His smile contained three parts excitement, three parts mockery, three parts schadenfreude, and one part curiosity.

Looking at Yarman smiling at him, the doctor suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He sensed that something big was about to happen, that he had personally opened Pandora's box!

"Pfft~~~!"

After all the liquid in the culture chamber was drained, the sealed door was slowly pushed open. Instantly, Yarman raised his staff and gently pointed it at the Doctor. A black stream of magic instantly surrounded his eyes, making him unable to see anything.

"Hey! Yarman! What are you up to now!"

"Shut up, or I'll tie you up!"

With a curt "I don't like it," Yarman pulled out a long mage's robe, closed his eyes, and threw it at the sitting female doctor. "Here you go, put it on yourself!"

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

A clear, melodious voice, as crisp and cool as a silver bell, rang out in the laboratory. The professor stood still, listened for a moment, then took a breath and said with certainty, "It's a girl, isn't it!"

"You know that's good... You pervert, trying to tear apart my spellcasting! I'm not letting you see it!" Yarman cursed at the Doctor with his eyes closed. Knowing that the other person was a woman, you still thought of peeking!

The doctor said unhappily, "I was just concerned about them..."

"Is that what you call caring? You're just lusting after her body, you're despicable!"

Ignoring the speechless doctor, Yarman, with his eyes closed, calmly said, "Are you dressed? If you are, I'll let this lecher go."

"Alright, Your Majesty."

"Let me see, let me see... Eh?" The Doctor tore apart the spell in front of him, turned to look at the female version of the Doctor standing next to the incubation chamber, observed her carefully for a moment, and then looked at Yarman hesitantly and asked, "Yarman, why do I feel like this person looks so much like me!"

“That proves you have a good eye.” Yarman nodded seriously, suppressing a laugh, and said with a straight face, “Because she is a clone made using you as the model!”

"……what?!"

Upon hearing this, the doctor was instantly stunned, too shocked to utter a single word. "I... as the original, then she... I... when did you..."

“Fifteen hours ago.” Yarman glanced at the wall clock and added, “It’s fifteen hours and twelve seconds now, pieced together using the leftover scraps from your modification.”

"...I..." The doctor didn't know how to describe his feelings. Suddenly, he had a clone of himself standing next to him. "But, she's too tall, for a girl."

“Not that tall, only 1.82 meters.” Yarman shrugged casually. “I didn’t actively guide her height; she just grew according to your genes.”

"...Let's not talk about that, what do we do now?"

"What should we do?"

"I mean, what do we do with this person?" The Doctor pointed at the female version of the Doctor standing to the side and said with a pained expression, "Why did you have to create this one?!"

"I warned you not to open it, but you insisted on opening it. What can I do?" Yarman shrugged, indicating that he had already tried to persuade the doctor, but the doctor wouldn't listen and there was nothing he could do.

The doctor glanced at the female version of himself behind him, sighed, found a chair and sat down, unsure of what to do.

Slowly pouring a glass of wine, Yarman handed it to the doctor. "Don't look so gloomy. Think of it this way: just think of it as having another daughter or another sister. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

"……Ugh."

“If you don’t want her, then I’ll give her to Mostima.” Yarman looked at the doctor, who had a troubled expression, and said calmly, “She came out of there, which means she’s alive now. We can’t put her back. Even if you don’t care, I will.”

"...I...sigh."

"Alright, then you can go back. I'll take care of this for you." Yarman patted the doctor on the shoulder, signaling him to leave, then turned to the female doctor who stood motionless like a pillar to the side. "You don't have a name yet. Do you have any ideas about it?"

"me……"

Seeing her bewildered expression, Yarman shook his head. "Forget it, we'll talk about it later. I'll call Mostima over first. Ugh, really... I regret this. What a mess!"

"It's all because of you!"

"I already told you not to drive it!"

"It's you, you idiot!"

"I already warned you, but you just had to be so impulsive!"

Seeing the two start arguing again, the female version of the doctor tilted her head slightly, looking at them curiously, and began to silently learn the words they used to insult each other.

So this is how adults chat! I've learned something new!

Chapter 170: How to Go from an Outsider to a Local God of Terra

“Why did you call me over in such a hurry… Oh, young lady, hello.” Mostima pushed open the door and walked into the isolation laboratory. She was about to ask Yarman, who was sitting in a chair, when her gaze was drawn to a woman who looked like the doctor.

"Hello."

"..." Mostima silently looked at Yarman and sent a mental message: What's going on? Why is there an extra woman, and she looks so much like Wutong!

Yarman shrugged helplessly and sent a message: This matter is very complicated. Could you grant me access to the super-large mental information attachment? I'll send you a memory.

Upon receiving Yarman's message, Mostima stood aside, read the message, glared at him fiercely, then walked briskly to the woman's side, smiled, patted her head, and said with a smile under her curious gaze, "From now on, you'll be with me!"

"Who are you?" the woman asked curiously.

“Me? I…you’ll find out later.” Mostima casually brushed it off, took his hand, and turned to walk towards the door. Halfway there, she stopped and kicked Yarman hard in the shin, who was sitting on a high stool, watching him bend over in pain.

"What a jerk! He just had to cause trouble. And if he's going to cause trouble, fine, but he can't even solve it, so I have to clean up his mess!" Mostima lashed out at him fiercely, then turned and grabbed the woman, ready to leave.

"Wow, you kicked that hard!"

"You deserve a kick, go ahead and suffer the pain yourself!" Mostima retorted angrily, then pulled the woman away. She was still racking her brains about what to do with the female clone of the Doctor!

Gently brushing away the bruises on his legs, Yarman stretched his calves and breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily, there wasn't any time energy, otherwise it wouldn't have healed! But to be honest, this cloning technology is pretty fun!"

"How about I clone another Mostima, then I'll have two Mostimas! I'm so excited!"

"This is the machine you use to clone organisms, right?"

"Huh? Which one?" Yarman subconsciously turned his head and saw Mostima standing at the door with a woman in his arms, looking at him with a cold smile, occasionally glancing at the rectangular metal lump.

He paused for a moment, then immediately began shaking his head, "No, no, not this, it's over there..."

"Time Lockdown!" Mostima ignored his words, drew his staff, and gently tapped the rectangular iron lump in front of him. A pale purple magical chain instantly wrapped around the iron lump, locking it completely in place before his helpless gaze, leaving no room for escape.

Looking at the locked machine, Yarman sighed. What a mess! He had just developed a new interest, and his wife had nipped it in the bud.

"If I find out you're cloning other people again, I'll smash your lab!" Mostima put away his staff, snorted coldly, and pulled the stunned woman along as they turned and left the lab.

She wants to clone me so soon; I don't even dare to think about what she'll do next!

Seeing Mostima preparing to leave, Yarman asked in surprise, "You came all this way just to lock up my incubation chamber? No way!"

“And this too.” Mostima tossed a watch at Yarman and said calmly, “This is an anomaly report submitted to me by my observer in the River of Time. Take a look.”

"...Anomaly report!" Yarman was startled and immediately caught the information sheet, beginning to examine it carefully. The River of Time was of paramount importance; if something went wrong here, it could be a world-shattering event!

Has someone drifted into the timeline, or is someone interfering with the timeline on a large scale...?

Thinking of a solution in his mind, he began to carefully analyze the information on the paper. After a long time, he raised his head in confusion and pointed to the information on the paper, "This must be the trace left by a living organism traveling through the river of time!"

“I think so too.” Mostima nodded and said seriously, “Following this information, I searched the entire river of time but couldn’t find this thing. Go and see if it exists in other places. I just feel something is not right.”

“…Okay, let me take a look.” Yarman nodded, put the paper aside, stood up, walked to the control panel, pressed a button, issued a command, and then sat back down on the stool.

Looking at Mostima opposite him, Yarman calmly said, "I have already ordered my kin to set out. They will search the entire world. If they still can't find it, then..."

What are you doubting?

"Do you remember the last time we went back to our hometown?" Yarman looked up at Mostima and said with certainty, "If we can't find our own clan, then someone from our hometown must have smuggled themselves over with us. The only one who could have gotten there is that divine messenger!"

"Your clan? I see."

"You know again?"

"I know everything!"

"When did you pick up Kal'tsit's habit?" Yarman asked curiously, looking at Mostima who was starting to act mysterious. He didn't remember her spending much time with Kal'tsit!

“I can freely view everything on the timeline, how can that not be omniscient?” Mostima retorted calmly. She wasn’t actually learning from Kal’tsit, she was learning from Mr. Yog.

“Alright.” Yarman shrugged and turned to look at the female version of the doctor, who was staring at a staff that shimmered with purple light like a curious child. “You can pick it up and play with it if you like.”

"really?"

"Yes, just don't wave it around..."

"Bong!"

Seeing the pile of beakers instantly shattered into pieces by the purple magic whip, Yarman's lips twitched. He drew his staff and, under her panicked gaze, gently tapped it, "Restored to its original state!"

"...How amazing!"

Ignoring the female version of the doctor who was staring at the beaker with a gleeful expression, Yalman turned to the control panel. "Wow, we really didn't find anything. That's good. Now we can be sure that people from our hometown have come!"

“Alright, I can’t sit here any longer.” Yarman stood up, draped the golden cloak from the coat rack over his shoulders, tucked a staff into his waistband, and walked toward the door.

"Alright, you take her back first. I'll go find the illegal immigrants back home." Yarman casually pointed forward, tearing open a spatial rift in front of him, and disappeared into it.

Watching Yarman leave, Mostima sighed, pulled the female version of the Doctor, who was happily playing with her staff, over, and walked outside. "Alright, stop playing, we should go!"

"Ah! Okay."

The two then disappeared from the laboratory.

Having just left the Emperor of Life and entered the Dream Realm, he was about to head to the star and enter the real world through it when he was drawn to an astonishing energy fluctuation in the distance.

“This…something’s not right!” Yarman murmured hesitantly, looking into the distance. The style of this energy fluctuation was different from Terra’s; it was more like the style of the Cthulhu world!

"Good heavens, how did you become an information aggregator in the Dream Realm... I know! No wonder you wanted to travel through the River of Time, so you were accumulating followers for yourself!"

"[Leytanian profanity]! I'll ban your account right away!"

Chapter 171: Terra's First Divine Descent

Looking at the aggregate gathering not far away, constantly stirring up violent energy and information storms, Yarman's face was gloomy. He finally understood what he felt when he first came back. It turned out that something really had followed him and had stolen a large part of his world's resources!

Each Dream God, or information aggregate, is formed by extracting massive amounts of information, matter, spiritual power, and energy; each one is a treasure of the Terra world!

And this enormous resource has actually been stolen by an interdimensional smuggler!

Thinking of this, Yarman felt a surge of anger and wanted to smash the half-formed information aggregate in front of him right now. However, considering the dream storm that would be triggered after smashing it, as well as the negative impact it might have on other information aggregates, he hesitated to act rashly.

"boom!"

A tremendous storm swept through the entire Dreamland, echoing throughout the vast expanse and causing the Emperor of Life's horn to sway violently.

Looking at the information aggregate that was beginning to take shape and coalesce into the image of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, with a long black robe, a full head of black hair, a strange and huge red-glowing accessory on his chest, and holding a black and blue curved staff, Yarman sighed deeply. What's done is done!

"I never expected it to be the Black Pharaoh!" Yarman looked at the huge information aggregate in front of him, his eyes twitching slightly. Just how many time fragments did this guy travel through, how many faiths did he spread, and how many followers did he gather to create such a huge information aggregate!

Standing in the void, Yarman coldly looked at the information aggregate before him, casually brushing away all the illusory dreamscape fluctuations it had stirred up. "How long are you going to keep up this act, my dear Uncle Nyarlathotep?"

“It’s Uncle, not Grandfather.” The Black Pharaoh, holding a long staff, looked at the cat-man standing in front of him and laughed as he said, “Nicholas’s boy, I told you, we’ll meet again soon!”

"You must be very happy to see me now!"

“If this were back home, I would certainly be happy, but here,” Yarman gestured around and said coldly, “you know, the occasion isn’t right, the conditions aren’t right, and the outcome won’t be right either. So, when are you planning to go back, or should I see you off?”

Seeing that Yarman was contemplating murder, the Black Pharaoh remained calm and composed. He smiled and took out a cube from his pocket, throwing it at him. "Consider this an apology!"

Yarman caught the cube and examined it. After confirming that it was a large amount of concentrated essence of the world, his expression softened slightly. He sighed and said helplessly, "Why did you have to come here?"

“How interesting this place is! A new world!” The Black Pharaoh raised his scepter, spun around, and pointed to the unfamiliar and novel surroundings. “What a beautiful new world, though it’s a bit small.”