A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"I can't calm down!" The doctor turned and began pacing aimlessly around the conference room, muttering to himself as he tried to compose himself, "Let me think, let me calm down and think..."

After a long while, he sat back down in his chair, looked at Yarman, and said seriously, "What do you plan to do?"

“As for me… I want to patent it.” Yarman looked at the doctor and said seriously, “This kind of technology can’t be blocked. It will definitely be cracked. So it’s better to put it on the chat group, make it a patent, and collect patent fees. But there’s a problem now. Chat groups don’t have the concept of patents yet.”

"No problem, I'll push this through the chat group." The doctor immediately took on the task, then asked curiously, "How did you develop this technology?"

"The passage is a contract passage, that's fine, but we've developed a new, low-cost material that can effectively resist the energy tides within the contract passage, ensuring that items can pass through it."

Yarman looked at the doctor and explained with a smile, "Simply put, it's about creating a message in a bottle."

"I understand. I'll bring this up right away. Five days... three days, I'll definitely get this patent settled!"

Watching the doctor leave in a hurry, Yarman nodded in satisfaction. It was indeed very comfortable to have a trustworthy professional help him handle the chat group matters!

Now I can spend the rest of the time having fun with Xiao Mo and taking a break.

Volume 4

Chapter 211: The Beginning of a New Era - Technical Support

Three days later, in the tower in Canaan.

“This is what I’ve been doing lately. I really have nothing to do with Im. You have to believe me, Mo.” Yarman rested his head on Mostima’s lap, looked up at her smiling face, and innocently explained, “She and I are just business partners, nothing more.”

"I didn't say you had anything else, so why are you in such a hurry to explain?" Mostima looked at him with a half-smile, gently rubbing his cat ears. "Right?"

"you're right."

Yarman nodded, resting his head on her lap, and said lazily, "While I was away, Terra seems unusually active. All sorts of monsters and demons have come out. By the way, how's the Black Pharaoh? And how are your Grand Inspectors? Are they any good?"

“With so many problems, where should I begin?” Mostima sat on the sofa and pondered for a moment. “The Black Pharaoh’s physical body is dead, in New Sicily. Five of my Grand Inspectors have died, and New Sicily is ruined. Only the central area is usable; the rest is gone.”

“A month after the Black Pharaoh’s physical body fell, those information aggregates also began to emerge. Within a week, hundreds of information aggregates emerged, from various planetary races. As you expected, these information aggregates began to develop with their races or cults.”

"And then, as you can see, in just a few months, it turned out like this."

Listening to her words, Yarman closed his eyes and nodded repeatedly. It seemed that a lot had indeed happened during this time, but they were all good things... probably.

Seeing him nodding incessantly, Mostima poured cold water on his enthusiasm, "Don't be too happy yet. The whole universe knows about the Dream Realm now. Almost every superhuman is starting to try to utilize the power of the Dream Realm, every organization is researching the Dream Realm, and the Information Aggregator is also frantically trying to descend to the divine."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all." Yarman said calmly with his eyes closed. He wasn't worried at all about people abusing the Dream Realm. If it was about abuse, what could ordinary creatures do? Their little tricks were not even on the same level as the actions of the Dream Realm God.

If we're talking about abuse, we shouldn't be talking about ordinary creatures, but rather the gods of the dream realm; they are the ones who abuse the most.

"Think about it, how much Dream Realm power can those Originium Arts users, warriors, wizards, and other extraordinary beings use? It's not too late to pay attention when they can use the Dream Realm to shatter satellites," Yarman said leisurely, indicating that there was no need to worry at all.

Hearing his words, Mostima thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Considering the clumsy use of the Dream Realm by those extraordinary individuals, she also felt that there was no need to pay too much attention to it. The Dream Realm had limited benefits for ordinary extraordinary individuals and could not make them much stronger.

As for the other change, it is even less worth paying attention to, because with the appearance of the Dream Realm, gods descended to earth, and all sorts of strange sects sprang up one after another like mushrooms after rain, and it was impossible to stop them.

However, these sects were newly established, with few members and incomplete doctrines, making it difficult for them to form an information aggregation in the Dream Realm.

Suddenly, Yarman opened his eyes and looked at Mostima. "Have you heard anything about Lateran and Iberia? It seems like the information hubs for these two countries aren't the same!"

“Indeed, they are not the same. Iberia is the Holy Lord of the State Church, while Lateran is the Lord. They are very similar, but there are indeed fundamental differences.” Mostima explained with a smile. She was also surprised by this at the time, and only after comparing them did she realize that they were not the same god.

After a moment's thought, Yarman suddenly asked with interest, "So the two of them didn't fight?"

"They almost came to blows, but they stopped. After a debate, they never spoke to each other again." Mostima recalled the scene and said in a strange tone, "The two gods debated who was right. Neither convinced the other, and they parted on bad terms, each establishing their own small world."

Then the two gods descended separately, sending their physical forms to preach in their respective earthly kingdoms, frantically blessing their believers, each more powerful than the other, as if they were competing to see who was more generous.

This made the followers of Lateran and Iberia very happy, especially the extraordinary ones, whose strength increased dramatically and who were able to borrow the power of their own gods.

This indirectly changed Terra's international situation. At least no country dared to underestimate Lateran's voice, and Iberia reversed its previous decline and regained its vitality.

"Anyway, these two are arguing every day now, and the whole Dreamland is filled with their arguing." Mostima said helplessly. It seems that she can't stop them from arguing. She can only wait for them to get tired of arguing and stop naturally.

"Okay, I understand." Yarman nodded. He had just closed his eyes again when he was drawn to the sound of a door opening.

"Yalman, the matter is resolved!"

"My lord, I have returned."

Hearing the two voices, Yarman slowly sat up and asked with some confusion, "Did you two come together?"

The doctor nodded. "We met on the way. By the way, the patent issue is resolved. Your technology can be uploaded to the group store now. Just mark it as patented!"

Meanwhile, Laurentina, carrying a chainsaw, slowly walked to the sofa opposite and sat down. She looked at Yarman and said, "I've finished writing the report on the biological changes after the Dream Realm opened. Here you go." As she spoke, she placed a scroll on the table.

Yarman picked up the scroll, glanced at the doctor, and said calmly, "It's finished and uploaded. In a while, many people should come looking for you. Take a look at it."

“Yes!” The doctor nodded, then said with a smile, “It’s nothing for me, but those troublesome ones all know you’re the real culprit. If they come after you, I won’t care!”

“…Alright, alright, I’ll keep an eye on it.” Yarman nodded helplessly. Of course he knew who would come looking for him. Without even thinking, it was Lin Yi, Scranton, Dumbledore, Truss, and Linnard—a bunch of old men who were also the most troublesome group.

"Alright, I'm off!" The Doctor nodded and left the tower with ease, heading back to have some fun with his operators.

Watching the doctor leave, Yarman shook his head helplessly. After carefully reading the scroll, he looked up at Laurentina sitting opposite him and said, "You did a good job. What reward do you want?"

"I want to be like Carmen of Iberia."

What happened to Carmen?

“He has received the blessing of his god and his strength has greatly increased.” Laurentina said, looking up at Yarman’s face without saying anything more, just watching him without moving.

After listening to her words, Yarman nodded. "I understand. Isn't it just a divine gift? That's easy! Okay, I have many options. Which one do you want? Fine, here's this one."

Laurentina paused for a moment when she saw the capsule thrown into her hand, but without hesitation, she immediately swallowed it.

Beside him, watching her enveloped in a ball of emerald green light, Yarman lay back down on Mostima's lap. "It's over. Let me lie down a little longer. Sigh, I'm going to be bothered again in a few days, and I can't show that I'm annoyed."

"Is it annoying?"

"It's not just annoying, it's extremely annoying! So annoying it'll give you cramps!"

Chapter 212: Little Lu was finally kidnapped by the Scarlet Troupe

"Wutong, do you know? Recently, the administrator of one of the worlds is going to die." Yarman slowly looked at the Doctor sitting to the side drinking tea and said seriously, "In a while, we will be going to attend the funeral."

Looking at the listless Yarman, the doctor solemnly put down his teacup and asked seriously, "Who is about to pass away? Tell me first so I can go and order a suitable funeral outfit."

"No need for custom tailoring, a black suit will suffice."

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, the Doctor was immediately startled. There are only a few very important worlds where black suits are used as funeral attire: Scranton, Tesla, Im, Dumbledore's world is also one, and there are some less important ones, which are some worlds that focus on technology.

So which one is it? The only worlds that Yarman could get information about are the few worlds below us, and the large number of smaller worlds under the Cthulhu universe.

"I see, I understand now." The doctor nodded slowly, then asked seriously, "Which world?"

TerraWorld.

"Oh, Terra... isn't this our world?"

“Yeah!” Yarman nodded helplessly, slowly closed his eyes, and said weakly, “I’m almost driven crazy by those people. Every hour someone comes to chat with me privately, and they’re all very nice. I can’t even swear at them. I’m just hoping that one of the world administrators will die.”

“If I die, there will be a funeral, and then we can all get together and discuss it. I won’t have to reply to everyone individually,” Yarman sighed. “If no one else dies, I’ll die.”

Upon hearing the reason, the professor sitting opposite him breathed a sigh of relief. He crossed his legs and smiled, saying, "There's nothing we can do about it. They all know you. By the way, what did they want to ask you?"

"They asked me if the technology was mature, and also about the raw materials for producing containers," Yarman said casually, shrugging. The materials used to produce containers are all special products of Terra. Once you have the technology, there are only three ways to produce them: either buy raw materials from Terra.

We either have to find alternative materials ourselves, or we have to develop a new alternative technology ourselves.

Looking at Yarman across from him, the Doctor realized that he seemed to have an extra job. This guy definitely wouldn't care about the issue of container production materials. He would have to talk to those people later, and it would probably be like the Originium incident before, negotiating a long-term supply agreement to stabilize the supply.

"By the way, how many times can that container be used?"

"About three years, based on three shipments per day," Yarman said uncertainly. It was actually quite hard to say, since you didn't know if the producers had cut corners.

"I see."

The doctor nodded, slowly picked up his teacup, and took a sip when he was startled by the sound of a registered email in the group chat, spilling the tea all over the floor.

"What are you doing?" Mostima walked in just then. Seeing the tea spilled all over the floor and the flustered Doctor, she raised her hand and gently swept the floor clean. "What happened?"

"A transnational registered letter!" The doctor hurriedly pulled out an exquisite letter from his pocket. Seeing the inscription "To Mr. Yarman," he handed the letter to Yarman, saying, "It's especially for you."

"For me?" Yarman frowned, took the letter. Only a few people knew his name, and if these people wrote to him on private matters, they could naturally send it through their private email. But now it was sent to the Doctor through the official channel, and he was specifically asked to check it in person. Something big must have happened.

Mostima sat down gently beside him, looking at the letter in his hand. "Who gave this to you?"

“If I’m not mistaken… it should be Dumbledore’s.” Yarman said hesitantly after examining it carefully. The magical energy on it was extremely intense, giving people a sense of righteousness and rebirth. And with this kind of energy, it can be basically confirmed that it is Dumbledore’s old phoenix.

But... why did he write to me?

He exchanged a glance with Mostima, tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter inside, and read carefully: "Dear Yalman... dear? Well, for some reasons, I will be resigning from my position as chat group administrator. But rest assured, I have already found a successor who will take over my position..."

"My successor has joined the group. His name is Harry Potter. The chat group will be open for three days. I will be holding a succession ceremony in my world. I hope you can take the time to attend. If any family members come with you, you are also very welcome. A place has been reserved for you at the ceremony. You can choose whether or not to come."

"The card enclosed with this letter is a World Travel Ticket. The location has been confirmed; simply tear it open. We would be extremely grateful if you could come in person. I sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred before and hope you can understand and not let it affect the friendly relations between our two worlds."

"Your loyal one, Albus Dumbledore."

After reading the entire letter aloud, Yarman slowly raised his head and looked at the two people listening. He shook the letter and said, "You've both finished listening. So, what are your thoughts?"

Mostima sat on the sofa, thought for a moment, and then added earnestly, "If you're going, then I'm going too."

The professor standing nearby asked, "So, do you want to go or not?"

Do you want to go?

"I definitely won't go." Upon hearing this, the Doctor shook his head decisively. How could he possibly go? He wasn't the one who was invited; it would be too embarrassing for him to go. Besides, he had so many things to do and couldn't get away. "However, I hope you can go. This is a very important matter, and someone from our world needs to attend."

Faced with the doctor's refusal, Yarman nodded helplessly. He had originally hoped that the doctor would go in his place, since he had a rift with Dumbledore and it would be awkward to meet him. The doctor's second point was also true; if Terra didn't go at all, the situation would be even more awkward.

The situation in the chat group will become turbulent again, and the worlds under their respective companies will start to clash, causing their own Originium sales to plummet. He doesn't want to see this happen.

After thinking for a moment, Yarman looked up at Mostima and said, "Little Mo, go and help me pack my luggage. Let's set off together for the ceremony in two days. Ugh, this is so annoying."

“Okay, then I’ll go pack my luggage.” Mostima nodded and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Yarman also stood up, patted his pants, and said helplessly, "I'll go to the research ship first to make some things and get some small gifts, so I can use them to give as presents later."

"Suit yourself." The doctor nodded casually, then slowly stood up and strolled towards the outside of the tower. But he stopped halfway there, his face growing increasingly grim as he held his phone.

Seeing the doctor's expression, as if his mother had just died, Yarman asked curiously, "What happened?"

"An operator from Rhodes Island has been abducted." The Doctor said with a grim expression, holding his phone. "The Dreamland energy shield that Kal'tsit deployed on Rhodes Island has been breached, and dozens of operators have gone mad. They are currently undergoing emergency repairs in the wasteland. Sweep found a letter in the missing operator's room."

"Ah... I see, there's something wrong with that letter, right?"

"Yes."

"Who sent the letter? Who is missing, and what is their name?"

"The letter was written by... the director of the Crimson Troupe. The missing person is a promising newcomer who hasn't been with us for long. His code name is Phantom, and his real name is Lucien!"

"……oh!"

Chapter 213: Then go and help me find my guard!

Upon hearing that familiar name, Yarman immediately realized that it was the Crimson Troupe that had made their move. No wonder they were able to break through Kal'tsit's Dreamscape shield. It seems that the leader of the Crimson Troupe has also taken advantage of the Dreamscape to rise rapidly and successfully ascend to godhood.

"So you're planning to bring Phantom back?" Yarman asked the Doctor, standing to the side.

"Of course, I definitely have to save them, and I'm also going to destroy the Scarlet Troupe!"

“Alright, in that case, here you go.” Yarman took out the long-forgotten invitation ticket to the Crimson Theatre from his pocket and gently handed it to the Doctor. “This is the invitation ticket to the Crimson Theatre. You can use this to find them. I’m giving it to you now.”

"...Why do you have this?" The doctor held the exquisite invitation in his hand, looked it over from front to back, and then looked up at Yarman with some confusion, asking slowly.

Hearing his question, Yarman smiled slightly and said calmly, "Because I bought a book by the troupe leader, and then they came to my door and had a small scuffle with my guards. They smashed my guards and took the whole thing away, leaving only this invitation."

“However, speaking of my guard, I have another favor to ask of you.” Yarman looked at the doctor beside him and said with a smile, “I hope you can help me retrieve my guard who was taken away.”

The doctor thought for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "It's been so long, are you sure your guard is still alive?"

“They said they would fix it for me,” Yarman replied matter-of-factly. He looked up at the doctor, who was staring at him intently, and nodded with certainty. He was convinced that the group would definitely fix his war machine, even if it looked a little strange after it was fixed.

"Anyway, I'm leaving this to you. My war machine is very easy to spot. When you get there, you'll recognize it immediately. Defeat it and bring it back to me. I'll give you a reward, one that will definitely satisfy you. Don't worry!"

Feeling the force of the pat on his shoulder, the doctor thought for a moment, then carefully put away the invitation. Saving one person is the same as saving two, and there's a reward too, so why not?

"Alright, I'll take this order!" The Doctor nodded seriously. He opened a portal beside him, leading to Rhodes Island, which was billowing with thick smoke. He said anxiously, "I'm going back now. I can't talk to you any longer. Don't worry, I'll bring it back for you!"

Seeing the doctor's confident expression, Yarman nodded with satisfaction and said happily, "Then I'll leave this to you. If you need anything, just message me in the chat group. I should be in Dumbledore's world by then. Don't contact me unless it's something important, I don't have time!"

"Okay, I understand." The doctor replied without turning his head, then turned and entered the portal. The portal then disappeared into thin air, leaving only Yarman outside the tower.

He sighed softly and murmured, "I wonder what the Crimson Troupe has become these past few years. But with Kal'tsit around, the Doctor and the others should be fine. That woman's strength has really been getting stronger lately."

As one of the creatures on the list of key observation submitted by Specter, Yarman had carefully reviewed Kal'tsit. After confirming that she had only violated the rule by abusing the Dream Realm, he stopped paying attention to her.

These days, which person qualified to use the Dream Realm hasn't abused it? Kal'tsit is relatively good; she only uses the power of the Dream Realm to strengthen herself, unlike those Dream Realm Gods who use it recklessly everywhere, wishing they could turn the entire real universe into a Dream Realm.

“Speaking of abusing the Dream Realm, it seems Laurentina has abused it too!” Yarman murmured, stroking his chin and looking at the sky. After not seeing her for a while, Laurentina’s strength had increased far too much, like a balloon that had expanded wildly. This was clearly not the kind of growth that should occur normally.