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"If you think it's too small, then get back here right now and stop disrupting my world!"

"Small but perfectly formed!" the Black Pharaoh continued to praise. "This place is quite nice; I'm very satisfied. I'll live here from now on. Don't worry, I'm not the real me..."

“You travel through the river of time, using illegal means to gather followers and collect information!” Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh in front of him with a mocking smile, and sneered, “I don’t see any difference.”

"...Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore."

The Black Pharaoh decided to skip the topic. This person knew too much about him... He was saying that the prejudice was too serious, and he definitely couldn't convince him, so he simply skipped the topic.

"I'm definitely going to live here, but don't worry, I won't do anything reckless!"

"..."

"you do not believe me?"

“…How do you expect me to believe you?” Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh and said helplessly. Just then, another small cube flew over. “This…your situation…I…”

“Actually, it’s not that we can’t talk.” Yarman grabbed another small cube, looking at the person opposite him with a complicated expression. “But you have to promise that you won’t do anything reckless that causes the world to collapse!”

“Alright! Nicholas’s boy.” The Black Pharaoh nodded happily. This guy was quite reasonable. He would keep the two World Origin Refined Blocks for himself. However, he couldn’t go too far. After all, besides the money, he also had a guarantee and his own body to keep them!

“That’s settled then.” Yarman nodded, then added, “Remember to keep your cult in check, don’t let them run wild, you know? Don’t destroy that little bit of civilization.”

"Don't worry, it won't happen, don't worry!"

"Alright, I'm leaving." Yarman turned and returned to the Emperor of Life. With the World Origin that the Black Pharaoh had given him, he could move all the civilization on the ship to those empty planets!

In this way, Terra officially became a prosperous planetary civilization!

Watching Yarman leave excitedly, the Black Pharaoh's face flashed a strange smile. "Nicholas's boy, what an interesting fellow... Let him chat with my lambs first. It's time to get moving. This land has been quiet for so long, it's time to stir things up!"

After saying this, he gently waved his scepter, instantly creating a small world of his own within the dreamscape. After connecting the small world to the star at the center, he stepped into the small world.

Immediately, a powerful flow of energy and information was sent through the channel established between the two towards the star, and then transmitted to a wasteland on Terra through the star's light!

In the world of Terra, for the first time, the gods of the Dreamlands have descended to earth and made their grand debut!

On the other side, Yarman inputted all the energy blocks in his hand into the core of the world. Looking at the massive amount of world origin in front of him, he slapped the Life Emperor with his palm, instantly dividing it into countless small pieces according to race.

He took these small pieces out of the dream world. Yarman controlled the pieces, launching them onto fifteen empty planets in the universe. Simultaneously, he consumed the world's essence to create suitable living environments at each throwing point, allowing them to successfully overcome the first hurdle of their environmental transition!

“This world's origin is truly fleeting!” Yarman glanced at the pool of world origin, shook his head helplessly, then looked at the vibrant universe before him and revealed a relieved smile. “But it was worth it!”

"Wait! A small world has been opened up in the Dream Realm, and there's this energy information flow... Good heavens, a divine intervention! At this moment, it must be the Black Pharaoh!"

Looking at the Black Pharaoh who had successfully descended to earth, Yarman sighed, "Forget it, whatever. It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. There's no way to stop him. Just make sure he doesn't cross the line."

"Now that the Black Pharaoh has succeeded, when will the other information aggregates emerge?" Yarman pondered silently. The others gathered far more information than the Black Pharaoh!

Like that guy from Laterano, Sargon's group, Yan Kingdom's group, Ursus's group, Eastern Kingdom's group, Minos's group, Sami's group...

This doesn't even include the beliefs of the races outside the human continent!

If all of these come out, it will be quite a spectacle!

Chapter 172: The First Step: Blow Canaan Up into the Sky!

“You found him?” Mostima looked at Yarman sitting on the sofa and raised an eyebrow. “That’s rare. You’re not in the lab today, but have come to Canaan instead. Did you finish your beer or your snacks? Oh, I know, you’ve finished your catnip, right?”

As she spoke, she took out a jar of catnip, gently opened it, and held it to Yarman's nose. "Here you go, kitty. It's your favorite Victoria Rice Field Time brand. Come on, have a taste."

"No, no!" Yarman shook his head, his face full of resistance. "I'm not a real cat, I'm the Emperor of Life, the Lord of Terra... Stop shaking me, or I really won't be able to resist! Take it away, I absolutely won't suck it, absolutely not, I absolutely..."

Seeing Yarman's resistant expression and the tail behind him that was about to turn into a propeller, Mostima didn't hesitate to pinch a small amount and flick it at his face. Instantly, he froze.

Before long, he began to twist and turn his body, rolling around on the sofa.

"You're being so serious, but your body language is quite honest~!" Mostima looked at Yarman in front of her, rubbed his head with interest, and seeing his comfortable expression, she sat down next to him and began to gently stroke his ear, smiling and whispering.

About ten minutes later, Yarman finally stopped. He stared blankly at the sky, his eyes vacant, and slumped limply on the sofa, letting Mostima scratch his cat ears.

“…Stop scratching, it’s a little itchy.” Yarman said calmly, his head resting on her lap, his ears precisely dodging Mostima’s outstretched hand under his control.

"Don't move your ears!"

"Don't scratch me, it's very itchy."

"Don't move! I've got it!" Mostima grabbed his ear and started rubbing it again. She couldn't help it; Yarman's fur felt just too good, and she didn't want to let go once she had it. "Let me rub it a little."

Seeing Mostima's delight, Yarman closed his eyes helplessly and let her be.

After gently massaging for a while, she suddenly looked at Yarman and asked, "Have you found the people from your hometown?"

“I found him, but before I found him, he had already become one of us, or rather, a local god.” Yarman said with his eyes closed, enjoying Mostima’s massage. “When I found him, he had just ascended to godhood in the Dreamland.”

"Ah... so he travels through timelines to build up his followers!" Mostima exclaimed, suddenly realizing, her hands slowly stopping their movements. "That's really clever!"

Sensing Mostima stop moving, Yarman opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction. He reached out and, under her questioning gaze, grabbed her hand and continued rubbing his ears.

"Don't keep moving and stopping all the time. You're making me feel stuck and uncomfortable!"

"Alright, alright." Mostima smiled and continued rubbing his ears, while asking curiously, "By the way, what is he doing now, building his dream world?"

“He completed the construction long ago, and he has already descended into the world!” Yarman sneered. However, with the memories of the original body, the Black Pharaoh does have a great advantage over other information aggregates, such as in constructing small worlds, summoning gods, and developing followers.

A newly formed information aggregate generally needs at least a month to create its own small world in the Dream Realm, about three months to connect the small world with the star, and another month to complete the first divine descent.

It would take about half a year in total, and there's a possibility that they might be killed by their own followers, since it's hard to say how many of the higher-ups in those churches in Terra are truly believers.

Just look at Lateran; at least half of the senior members of that church are modernists, while the lower-level believers are mostly true believers.

The situation was similar in neighboring Iberia, where even the saints no longer believed in the existence of God, and the entire state church was mostly focused on the ideological sphere, using it to combat the fallacies and heresies of the Deep Sea Church.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, there is Yeragand on the Shelag Snow Mountain. He already has a body in the real world. He only needs to connect to the Dream Realm to condense faith and become a god of the Dream Realm. He can also directly descend to godhood, which is much stronger than a god who only exists in the Dream Realm.

"So fast?" Mostima exclaimed in surprise, not expecting the other to be so decisive. "What is he doing now? Building his own earthly divine kingdom, or causing trouble?"

“He’s definitely up to something! I can tell without even looking!” Yarman said calmly with his eyes closed. “The only thing we need to know is where he’s causing trouble…”

"[Leytanian profanity]! That old bastard!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

“They’ve set their sights on Canaan as their first target for disruption!” Yarman suddenly opened his eyes and answered with a grim expression. As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the golden cloak hanging on the back of the sofa, and gently draped it over his shoulders. “You wait here, I’m going out for a bit.”

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to talk to him and get him to turn around!" Yarman replied hastily before disappearing into thin air. He already knew that the other party had actually taken control of a high-energy stone beetle swarm nearby and was sending tens of thousands of high-energy stone beetles toward Canaan.

The objective is clear: to use high-energy stone worms to directly blast the tracks of the Canaan mobile city, crippling its mobility, and then trigger a natural disaster to attack the city!

Once Canaan is completely destroyed, the entire southern shipping lane will suffer a fatal blow, and this shipping lane, which can be called the powder keg of Terra, will be completely ignited, drawing in multiple national forces.

Next, in coordination with members of the religious order who had already infiltrated various countries, they will completely plunge those countries into war!

Two hundred kilometers south of Canaan, the Black Pharaoh has begun to condense Originium particles and brew a catastrophe. He is just waiting for the Originium worms to be released, shatter the Canaanian territory, and then unleash the catastrophe!

"Hehehe! What a vibrant continent! How exciting!" The Black Pharaoh, holding a long staff, quietly watched the massive swarm of Originium worms passing by. "What adorable creatures!"

"Nephew, this place is truly amazing! Originium, what a treasure!" The Black Pharaoh gently picked up a high-energy stone beetle and said without turning his head, "You agree, nephew?"

"You promised me you wouldn't cause trouble."

"I'm helping you develop your world." The Black Pharaoh tossed aside the Originium worm in his hand, turned around with a smile, and said, "Don't you think this world is too peaceful?"

"That doesn't mean you can blow up my house."

"...Your home?"

"Canaan is my mobile city, and I am its lord." Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh, whose expression was quite interesting, and said calmly, "You want to blow my residence up into the sky now? Isn't that just causing trouble?"

"..."

"Ok?"

"Hahaha!" the Black Pharaoh laughed. "I didn't know, did I? Fine, I'll go to another city! Don't worry, I won't destroy your Canaan!"

"Don't look at me like that, I promise I won't!"

Chapter 173: The Giant Beast's Kidneys, a Great Tonic!

"...Your guarantee has no power!" Yarman said doubtfully, looking at the Black Pharaoh opposite him.

Seeing that Yarman clearly didn't trust him, the Black Pharaoh just shrugged helplessly. "I think we should establish a relationship of trust first, and then talk about these other things. Otherwise, we will always be stuck in a chain of suspicion, which is not conducive to our continued harmonious progress."

Looking calmly at the Black Pharaoh before him, Yarman hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, "Fine, I'll leave this matter to you for now, but you'd better not let me find you..."

"I know, I know!" The Black Pharaoh nodded with a smile. He slowly raised his scepter, and instantly, all the Originium Bugs stopped in their tracks, turned around, and slowly headed northeast. "I made a mistake this time. I'll go somewhere else!"

"where?"

"It seems to be called...Syracusa!"

"So, you absolutely have to blow up this shipping lane!"

"There's nothing I can do. I haven't found anything that can affect the entire Terran continent at once," the Black Pharaoh said helplessly. This ghost world is too fragmented. The countries here are like isolated islands, with virtually no interaction except with their neighbors.

Moreover, the disputes with their neighbors are basically territorial disputes. They are already fighting to the point of exhaustion, so how can the conflict be further escalated? The situation is similar in each country. The flames have long been lit, but the official power of each country is too strong, so they have managed to extinguish the fire.

If they want to cause trouble, they can only target this shipping lane that everyone is watching. In addition, the cult's strength is not enough, so they can only choose a relatively weak country, which means it can only be the fragmented country of Syracuse.

According to his expectations, with the strength of his current physical form, he should be able to protect the elite members of the Order in the face of Syracuse's counterattack, successfully disrupt the world, and extricate himself smoothly.

Looking at the helpless yet confident Black Pharaoh, Yarman shook his head. "Suit yourself. If you insist on taking action against the shipping lanes, I have no objection. But Syracuse... be careful, don't die there."

"Oh? You seem to know something? Tell me."

“Syracusa also has giant beasts, its own special forces, and a special organization. With the strength of your physical form, heh,” Yarman said with a sneer. He was quite pleased to see the Black Pharaoh suffer a setback; this man was far too arrogant!

People always enjoy seeing arrogant and conceited people suffer setbacks, just as they enjoy seeing people of low status rise up against all odds.

Seeing that Yarman looked like he was just waiting for him to suffer a setback, the Black Pharaoh was not worried at all, but even more excited. He laughed three times at the sky, shattering the natural disaster clouds in the sky. Then he let out a long sigh, looked at him opposite him, and revealed a ferocious and evil smile.

Have you ever been to Syracuse?

"No...".

"Alright, what Syracuse specialties do you want? I'll bring them to you while I'm in Syracuse this time," the Black Pharaoh said with a smile, a smile filled with coldness and bloodlust. "They probably have primitive beliefs too, right? Or should I send you the head of an information aggregate that has materialized?"

"Or do you prefer heart? Of course, kidneys are fine too; according to Yan Kingdom, they're very nourishing!"

Looking at the enraged Black Pharaoh opposite him, Yarman remained calm and said indifferently, "First of all, their information aggregation has not yet been born. Secondly, if you really have the ability to destroy Syracuse, then go ahead and destroy it, just don't cause a mass extinction!"

“Okay, I understand.” The Black Pharaoh nodded menacingly, his smile growing even wider. “I’ve memorized Canaan’s address. I’ll send it to you in a while.”

"Suit yourself." Yarman raised an eyebrow, turning to leave. He was quite curious to see what the Black Pharaoh could accomplish; perhaps he could even establish a new civilization… a new civilization…

"By the way, there's one more question I'd like to ask you." Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh and suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Your name is Black Pharaoh, so where is your dynasty located?"

"My dynasty... Hahaha! You'll see it soon!" The Black Pharaoh looked at Yarman and realized the problem. As the Black Pharaoh, he had no dynasty of his own, no pyramid of his own. Apart from the Order and the Dream Realm, he had nothing!

Thinking about this question, the Black Pharaoh couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to build his own dynasty. As for the location... Syracuse was an option, but he preferred Sargon's scorching hot lands!

Seeing the Black Pharaoh deep in thought, Yarman smiled with satisfaction. That was good. Let this unstable element build its own dynasty, and it wouldn't cause any trouble.

The best way to keep these people from causing trouble is to give them something that requires a lot of energy, so they don't have time to overthink or cause trouble.

“Then you can do it yourself. I’m going back first.” Yarman turned and returned to Canaan, leaving only the Black Pharaoh standing there, manipulating the high-energy stone worm, waiting for his cult to return.

After returning to the tower in the center of Canaan, Yarman went back to the sofa. He sat leisurely, picked up the wine glass that Mostima had drunk from, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"This is my cup."

“Oh, I see.” Yarman nodded calmly. “Then this cup will be shared by the two of us.”

"...Alright, you're done talking to him?" Mostima took the glass from Yarman, poured himself another drink, and took a sip. "How was it?"

Yarman leaned back on the sofa and said nonchalantly, "Now he's given up on blowing up Canaan and is directing his cult and Originium bugs to head in another direction."

"where?"

Syracuse.

"...Why there?"

“Because he thought it was an easy target.” Yarman turned to Mostima and said with a smile, “He compared so many countries and finally thought Syracuse was the weakest one, so he chose Syracuse. It looks like Syracuse is going to be quite a show. Perfect.”

"Hmm, what's just right?"

"Let the whole world know about the existence of the Dreamland!" Yarman said slowly, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I'll make sure they can no longer bury their heads in the sand and pretend they don't know!"

"Forehead……"

"I've already set the stage and updated the version. If they can't keep up, then they can all be sent to the dustbin of history!" Yarman's tone was icy cold.

Seeing the resolute Yarman, Mostima shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going to check on Grace."