A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Thank goodness I made it in time! It wasn't easy!"

The two looked toward the source of the sound and saw a person dressed in a golden robe, whose face was obscured, standing in front of the corpse. The person seemed to be shaking his head with regret, as if he was lamenting something.

"Celtic, you're really ruthless!" Yarman looked up at him in surprise and said, "You didn't even say a word, you just came up and fired, and you even used law-based bullets!"

Celt listened to his words and said indifferently, "It seems you are the savior invited by the World Government. I didn't expect you to be so strong. Indeed, words can lead to trouble!"

"You seem to regret not being able to execute yourself and...this person together?"

"Isn't it a pity?" Celt said regretfully, realizing that he had made a mistake in the order of executions. The two people who deserved to die the most hadn't died, but the three less important ones had.

Seeing the disappointment on Celt's face, Yarman shook his head. He stepped forward, ripped the tape off the white coat's mouth, and stared at the old man in front of him. "Do you know Vegapunk?"

"Me? I know him."

Where is he now?

"He's here."

"Here?" Yarman looked at the three corpses beside him. "You mean, he was shot by this man?"

No, he is still alive.

"You mean..."

“Yes, I am Vegapunk.” The old man looked at Yarman and said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yarman nodded and smiled, saying, "So you're Vegapunk! So this is what you look like. You're completely different from the photos Im showed me! By the way, would you like to come with me?"

"I'm willing, but not now."

"Hmm? Why?" Yalman was taken aback, and he frowned slightly. "Do you have any other important research findings here? Or do you have family members here?"

"No, because my hands and feet are chained, I can't walk."

"That makes sense. He truly is a genius who surpasses human wisdom by 500 years!"

"..."

Chapter 209: He's not a person, he's a delivery box!

Looking at Yarman, who was dressed in a golden robe, Vegapunk's lips twitched slightly. He suddenly felt that this person was a bit unreliable, and there was something strange about the way he was talking.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore." Yarman casually unlocked the chains binding Vegapunk, pulled him up, and slapped him hard, instantly making him disappear.

Then, he turned to look at Celt, who was standing motionless to the side, and took a step forward. "Don't be so surprised. You're next. Are you ready? Here I come!" He slapped him again, making him disappear on the spot.

After finishing, he dusted off imaginary dust from his hands and vanished from the spot. The next second, he appeared on the interstellar port, walked to Im's side, and said casually, "All done!"

"Okay, so what are you planning to do now? Are you leaving?" Im said without turning his head.

Yarman took out a stack of blueprints from his pocket and gently placed them in front of her. "These are for you. Consider them compensation for taking the Celts and Vegapunks. They are all technologies that your scientists can understand."

"..."

"What's wrong? Take it!" Yarman paused, then waved the blueprint in front of her, gesturing for her to take it.

Im sighed, took the blueprints, and said helplessly, "You just gave them to me like this? I don't have to do anything?"

"No need, why?" Yalman shook his head casually. They were just simple things, not worth much at all. He gave them away without a second thought. Suddenly, he realized, "You can't say that. There are still some."

“If you’re doing this to protect my dignity, then you don’t need to.”

“No, I’m serious.” Yarman looked at her and said with a smile, “I want you to give me a travel ticket. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll be coming to your world again in two months.”

"...What do you want to do first?"

"Let's conduct a groundbreaking experiment that can change the entire world of chat groups!"

Im looked at Yarman warily, hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a time travel ticket from his pocket and placed it in his hand. "Here you go. If it's not enough, you can ask me for more."

"That should be enough." Yarman nodded, carefully putting away the travel ticket, then took out the travel ticket back to Terra, gently tore it open, and feeling the power of spatial attraction, he smiled and said, "See you in two months!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished into the void.

"...Yes, see you in two months!"

…………

Terra, Dreamland, Emperor of Life.

“Don’t be so formal, come on, have a drink. What would you like to drink?” Yarman held two bottles of liquor, looking at Vegapunk sitting opposite him. “Laitania stout or Victoria whiskey?”

"Do you have bottled water? I don't really like drinking alcohol."

“Mineral water, huh? Here it is.” Yarman tapped the table, and a glass full of mineral water suddenly appeared on the table. He gently pushed it in front of Vegapunk. “It’s right here.”

"Thank you." Vegapunk picked up his water glass and took a small sip.

Seeing that he had drunk water, Yarman opened the bottle of beer, took a big gulp of dark beer, and then casually said, "Im originally wanted to kill you, but considering some issues, she sold you to me as a commodity. Of course, I won't restrict your freedom; you can move around freely."

“You can even go back to your world, as long as you have the ability to go back and are not afraid that Im will kill you.”

Sitting on the sofa, Vegapunk watched as Yarman across from him guzzled down dark beer like a black hole swallowing light. After hesitating for a long time, he asked his first question, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

“My name is Yarman, and I am the master of this world. I hope you can assist me in my research,” Yarman answered truthfully. He did not want to deceive anyone, nor did he have any intention of doing so.

As the world expanded, he had more to consider, his mind was full, and there was no room to weave lies. He could only tell the truth so that he wouldn't have to think about what lies he had told later.

Nodding, Vegapunk asked again, "If I assist you in your research, what... will I get?"

"You have complete freedom to use everything on this research ship. You can freely access all books and archives, travel freely to any place in the world, and you'll receive a monthly salary of 500 million trading points," Yarman said while drinking.

That sounds like a great offer! That leaves only one last question.

Vegapunk thought silently for a moment, then asked his final question, "What philosophy do you hold for this world?"

Upon hearing the question, Yarman pondered for a moment before cautiously replying, "As long as it doesn't affect the survival and development of the world, I won't interfere. Everything will be decided by the living beings in the world."

So... what exactly is your philosophy?

After hearing his words, Vegapunk felt like he had just heard a bunch of nonsense. Finally, he sighed, stood up, and extended his hand to Yarman, "Then I'll follow you and study with you for now, boss."

Yarman stood up, shook his hand, and said with a smile, "It's great to have you join us. When can you start working? Do you need an advance on your salary?"

"Now is fine, no need."

“Okay, let’s go to the lab first!” Yarman turned and walked out of the reception room toward the lab next to him, while Vegapunk followed behind him, looking around with a hint of curiosity.

This world seems so different from his!

After arriving at the lab, Yarman picked up a helmet, connected it to the computer, and handed it to Vegapunk. "Before you begin your research, you need to gather the necessary information. Just sit here and put this on."

“Okay.” Vegapunk raised an eyebrow slightly, took the helmet and looked it over. He slowly walked to the chair, sat down, and carefully put on the helmet. It seemed to be a memory transfer device, but he didn’t know what technology it used.

Seeing Vegapunk put on his helmet and begin learning, Yarman didn't pay much attention. He believed that with Vegapunk's abilities, he could complete the learning on his own; he had more important things to do.

His gaze shifted to Celt, who was soaking naked in the incubation chamber. He wanted to study this person carefully to understand why he could cross the world barrier to enter the world of Im and obtain administrator privileges.

Inside the incubation chamber, tentacles slowly extended out and inserted into the Celt's body, beginning to scan and examine it.

…………

Two days later.

"Clang."

Vegapunk slowly removed his helmet and shook his head vigorously. The frantic acquisition of knowledge over the past two days had taken its toll, and he needed some time to process his memories and soothe his brain.

After resting in the chair for a while, he stood up and looked at Yarman, who was staring blankly at the organization, "Boss, what are you doing?"

“I’m just studying his body tissue,” Yarman said without looking up, pointing to the tissue in front of him. “I feel that he has the characteristics of a delivery box, which allows him to pass through the World Contract Channel, which only allows non-material substances such as energy, and remain intact.”

"That's why he was able to bring the laws of his own world to the world of Im, and at the same time release these pre-woven laws to invade the laws of the world of Im and vie for the position of administrator!"

"You've finished your studies now?" Yarman looked up at Vegapunk and pointed to the organization in front of him. "Our first project is this: to crack the characteristics of the delivery box and apply them in practice. This project is definitely difficult, and we may not be able to achieve any results."

Hearing his words, Vegapunk's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Isn't this even more exciting, boss?"

"Very good, let's begin."

Chapter 210: Successfully Completed the Technology for Trans-Global Material Transport!

A month later.

Looking at the small black box in front of him, Yalman crossed his arms and frowned slightly, saying, "I've managed to get the thing out, but I don't know if it'll actually work!"

"Let's try it and see if it works." Vegapunk picked up a piece of Originium and threw it in front of Yarman. "This Originium has been marked with a signal. Put it in the box and send it out to try."

“Okay.” Yarman put the Originium into the box, tore open a spatial rift in the air, and threw it in. The two of them remained motionless as they watched the box disappear into the turbulent flow of spacetime.

“…Oh right, I just remembered something.” Yarman slowly turned his head to look at Vegapunk behind him. “I forgot to go to the Im world and establish a contract channel with them.”

Upon hearing this, Vegapunk paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he slowly said, "You mean..."

"Our first experiment seems to have just ended like that." Yarman turned to look at the colorful spatial rift filled with energy tides, and said awkwardly, "That box has been sent out of the world, the signal has been cut off, it's become a message in a bottle, and we can't find it again."

"..."×2

"Luckily we made three boxes, otherwise we would have had to start all over again," Vegapunk said helplessly, taking a new box from the spare area. During this time, he had thoroughly understood his new boss. His ideas were wildly imaginative, his execution was strong, and he always managed to mess things up in unexpected ways.

For example, if you throw a box out of the world before you've even opened a passage, it will be lost.

Vegapunk placed a new Originium into the box, but instead of giving it to him immediately, he said seriously, "You should establish a contract channel with my former employer first, and then drop the box in. Don't lose it again."

"Okay, I'll be right back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yarman disappeared into thin air. Twenty minutes later, he emerged from a passage. He habitually patted his golden robe, picked up the box, and threw it into the passage behind him.

"It's all set now, it's been completed." Yarman looked at the black box disappearing with the energy tide and said excitedly, "In about five minutes, Im will receive the first interworld delivery in the entire chat group, this historic first world delivery!"

Vegapunk's focus, however, wasn't on that. He looked at Yarman and asked curiously, "Boss, can you also use the World Contract portal? Didn't you say..."

“Rules always have their limits,” Yarman patiently explained. “Ordinary items cannot pass through the contract channel because they cannot withstand the surging energy tides within. If they try to force it, they will be torn apart. But with my physical strength, such energy tides cannot harm me.”

Whether you can pass through the contract passage depends entirely on the item you pass through. If you can withstand it, you can pass through, or if you don't care what you'll become or whether you'll be smashed into mincemeat by the tide, you can still pass through.

"I see, then..."

“Im’s strength is still a bit lacking. If he wants to get through, we’ll have to use the black box, if the black box can do it.” Yarman stared at the passage in front of him and said without turning his head, “Don’t panic.”

Upon hearing this, Vegapunk breathed a slight sigh of relief; he was quite happy that his life was safe.

With a huge weight lifted from his shoulders, he looked around happily. Suddenly, he noticed a closed monitor in the distance. Curious, he walked over and gently turned it on. "What's this?"

"This is the Dreamscape Star Map Display, and next to it is the Terra Reality Universe Display."

"I see. Well, your dream world is quite active, boss." Vegapunk looked at the display screen with its constantly flashing red dots and said with amusement, "What an amazing invention!"

Very active? It's only been open for less than a year, there are only 16 planets in the entire universe, and life is so limited, how can it be active?

Thinking it over, Yarman looked at the two monitors and was dumbfounded by the messy lines and colorful dots flashing like neon lights. Why were they so active?

“Look at this bunch of big points of light, that must be the information aggregation you mentioned, right? It looks pretty powerful,” Vegapunk said curiously. He carefully tapped one of the points of light and looked at the information on it. “Lord of Iberia, is this the god of Iberia?”

Hearing this, Yarman was even more confused. Wasn't the state religion of Iberia a follower of Lateran? Shouldn't the two countries share the same deity? How come they created their own god?

Seeing the bewildered Yarman, Vegapunk nodded, realizing that even his boss didn't know what was going on.

"So what do we do now?"

"What should we do? Just ignore them!" Yarman withdrew his gaze and said indifferently. Although their activity level was a bit beyond expectations, they hadn't caused any trouble, had they? If nothing happened, then we shouldn't bother with them.

"Oh, Im sent a message; she received the Originium." Yarman slowly looked at Vegapunk and said with a smile, "Our experiment was a success!"

"A great achievement worth celebrating."

“Indeed.” Yarman put down his pen and walked outside. “You help tidy up the lab. I’ll contact the professor and discuss how to promote it further.”

"Alright, I'll take care of the lab."

Upon hearing Vegapunk's words, Yarman nodded, turned and left the laboratory, heading to a nearby conference room, where the Doctor was already waiting for him.

Entering the conference room, Yarman went straight to the head seat and sat down. Looking at the doctor, he said directly, "I called you here today because we have a great new invention and we want to discuss with you how to promote it."

"A new invention... Okay, go ahead and tell me."

"We've mastered a method for transporting items across worlds without using chat groups," Yarman said proudly to the doctor opposite him, then stared at him expectantly.

"……What did you say?"

Seeing the doctor's sudden pause, followed by a stunned expression, Yarman nodded with satisfaction. This expression fully satisfied his vanity. "Yes, that's it!"

"...My God!" The doctor slumped back in his chair in a daze. In an instant, he thought of the countless changes this technology might bring, and the enormous profits they could gain from it.

Slumped in the chair as if his back had been broken, the doctor chuckled foolishly, then abruptly stood up, ignoring the chair he had knocked over. He stammered, "You...I...this..."

"Calm down."