A chat group for a certain tower warlock

He felt that he was not saying goodbye to an old enemy and friend, but rather burying his own era with his own hands.

"Our era has entered its twilight years, and it will soon be over."

Seeing the sentimental Yarman, Mostima sat opposite him and comforted him, "Take it easy. It's just a funeral you're about to attend. Don't overthink it. It's not that related. Even if Dumbledore dies, you can still be active in the multiverse."

"And so many people are still alive and active; your era is not over yet!"

“It’s different, it’s different.” Yarman shook his head helplessly. An era is never a one-man show, but a group of people dancing together on the stage of history. When these people grow old, retire, and die one by one, their era has already quietly ended.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman remained silent for a long time before sighing again. He forced a smile and said, "Forget it, I won't think about it too much. Just prepare a black suit, a white pocket square, and a black umbrella."

“That’s more like it! What’s next?” Mostima said with a smile.

Yarman slowly stood up from his chair, straightened his clothes, and said, "Let's go out and chat with the young people. Let's see what the chat groups are like now that I'm gone!"

Mostima also stood up, took his hand, and followed him outside. She was actually quite curious about the administrators of other worlds.

The two walked out of the room together and into the elevator. The elevator was decorated very simply, like an ordinary box. The only difference was the elevator buttons, which required a room key to press the floor buttons.

After swiping his card, Yarman pressed the button for the third floor, marked as the banquet floor. The elevator took him to the third floor, and with a crisp ringing sound, the heavy elevator doors slowly opened.

The two strolled leisurely out of the elevator. As soon as they stepped out, a male attendant in a scarlet tuxedo approached them and respectfully said, "Good day, gentlemen. May I ask where you would like to sit?"

Yarman glanced at the noisy hall before him, frowned slightly in discomfort, and said to the attendant, "Please lead us to a quiet spot by the window."

The servant led the two to a window seat that was neither too close nor too far from the center of the crowd. He then served them some simple food and drinks and carefully left.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see them? Why are you sitting here again?" Mostima looked at Yarman across from her, who was constantly drinking beer. She thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Are you still worried that your era has ended?"

“No, I just found that I didn’t really want to participate in the discussion,” Yarman said calmly, sitting in his chair. He did want to see these people, but once he arrived, he changed his mind.

There were nearly a thousand people in the entire venue, and he didn't recognize a single one of them. The topics of discussion were also too awkward, with a significant portion of the discussion revolving around the Originium issue, along with some casual insults directed at Terra, calling them vampires.

Mostima, sitting opposite, suddenly remarked, "But it is indeed a bit awkward. Both of these large tables are discussing Terra's Originium, and how to buy Originium cheaper."

"..."

Yarman sat there, silent. Although these people cursed Terra every few words, he did take one thing to heart: when would Terra issue its own bonds?

He was unsure about this, and he was still a little worried that opening up Terra's bonds might backfire. Just as he was pondering this, the discussion at the nearby table changed the topic.

"Who do you think were the earliest members of the chat group?" A newbie who had just joined the group asked curiously, looking at the table full of world administrators.

"Who is he? A genius!" an old man who had been in the group for a while replied casually.

"Hmm? This guy, you seem to know something?" The newbie immediately seized the opportunity and asked him, while the other veterans and newbies at the table all looked at the old man.

The old man was slightly taken aback. He paused for a moment, then nodded. "I do know a little, but not much. When I joined the group, there were already more than 300 people. What I know comes from the stories passed down from even older people."

"Then, could you talk to us?" The newbie took out a small bag of source stones, gently placed it on the turntable, and turned it in front of the old man. "It's just a small token of my appreciation."

The old man glanced at the huge bag, then put it into his pocket. "I can say it's possible, but I can't guarantee its authenticity."

"It's alright, it's alright!"

"Have you ever heard of a world of technological cultivation?" The old man slowly uttered a name, looking at the mostly bewildered newbies and a few elderly people whose brows twitched. He continued, "That world wasn't a public world from the beginning; it became so because of one particular event."

"It is said that the chat group member in that world crossed the committee's red line. Then, the five committee members voted unanimously to impose sanctions on that world. Then, the five committee members acted at the same time, erasing the future of that world along with that chat group member from the root."

"..."×n

Seeing the stunned crowd, the old man continued, "That's why you see such a dilapidated public world. Five committee members acted simultaneously and completely destroyed a planetary-level world."

"..."×n

"Of course, there are varying degrees of severity, and the one who struck the hardest..." As he spoke, the old man slowly raised his head, revealing a terrifying grin to everyone, "is the Emperor of Life, renowned throughout the multiverse, never seen by the new generation, existing only in the mouths of the earliest elders, the terrifying legend of the Terra world!"

"..."×n

Hearing the discussion at the table, Yarman's face darkened. He looked at Mostima across from him, whose face was red from trying not to laugh, and said helplessly and angrily, "You still say my era hasn't passed? Look at this!"

"I've become a terrifying legend that only exists among the original members of the group!"

Chapter 217: Tesla Has a Daughter Now

"Hahahahahaha!"

Hearing Yarman's complaints, Mostima finally couldn't help but laugh. It was just too funny. Who would have thought that Yarman would become a legend just because he left the group chat for a short time?

"Don't be so sad! Look at what they're saying. You're actually quite famous." Mostima smiled brightly at Yarman. She leaned down gently towards him and said softly to his calm face, "Aren't you right? The terrifying legends of the Terra world."

"..."

"what happened to you?"

“First of all, I am not terrifying; second, I am not a legend; third!” Yarman slowly lowered his head, looking at Mostima in front of him, “This is not called a reputation, it is called a notoriety, a widespread notoriety!”

Mostima slowly straightened up, sat back in her seat, and shrugged. "Who told you to be so proactive when you went to do that? You took over five planets all by yourself, caused mass extinctions on all of them, and wiped out all the powerful beings on those five planets."

"Plus your original form, sigh, tell me, what aspect of you is unworthy of being a horror legend?"

Yarman sat in his chair, pondered for a moment, then looked up at Mostima earnestly and said, "I think it must be my principles and my heart. How could someone as righteous and tolerant as me be a villain?"

"..."

What's wrong with you now?

"It's nothing, I just don't know what to say." Mostima leaned back in her seat and shook her head helplessly. Faced with Yarman's words, she didn't know what to say either. She just felt it was surreal. You've done so many things, and you can still say that you have a pure heart.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman looked at Mostima with a bit of helplessness. He knew that he had indeed done a lot of bad things in the worldly sense, but he still thought of himself as a good person.

Just as the two were silent, the sound of an elevator arriving came from not far away. Yarman looked toward the elevator and saw a tall man in a red robe with gold trim walking slowly toward the banquet hall. His hands, which were covered by wide sleeves, occasionally flashed with arcs of electricity, and two dark blue lights flickered slightly under his hood.

Looking at the cyberpunk-style man not far away, Yarman asked with some curiosity, "Who is this guy? He seems to be on the pure technology side. His body has been modified to a high degree, and his energy reaction is very strong! It seems that after I left, there were quite a few strong people in the chat group to fill the gap."

"Where? Let me see?" Mostima, hearing his assessment, curiously leaned over, wanting to observe the pure technology cyberpunk cyborg he had mentioned.

As the man entered the banquet hall, the discussions in the hall immediately subsided considerably. Everyone curiously scrutinized him, their sharp gazes seemingly trying to pierce through his robes and see through his true nature.

Standing in the hall, the man looked around, observing most of the people, and then withdrew his gaze with some disappointment. He was also looking for acquaintances, or rather, elderly people from the same era as him.

It seems they haven't arrived yet!

The man sighed in disappointment and casually found a seat to sit down. Then, his eyes were drawn to the golden and white cat-like figure not far away. He paused for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Yalman?" the man couldn't help but call out cautiously towards the cat-man over there.

"You are... Tesla?" Yarman was also taken aback. The anti-psychic detection barrier of the person opposite him was too strong. His perception was blocked by the other party. In order not to cause a disturbance, he had no choice but to stop.

Upon hearing his words, the man ripped off his hood, revealing a handsome face with a mustache and obvious signs of alteration. He happily opened his arms, laughed, and walked forward to embrace the equally surprised Yarman. The two patted each other's backs forcefully and laughed joyfully.

The laughter was filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion and the relief of seeing that the other person was still alive.

Yarman released Tesla, warmly pulling him down to sit. Looking into his deep blue eyes, he said curiously, "You've completely mastered electricity, haven't you? I think you've even transformed your blood vessels into plasma conduits! And your heart—a perfect fusion of biology and mechanics!"

“No, we’ve only achieved some preliminary results,” Tesla said modestly. He turned to Mostima, pointed at her, and asked Yalman, “And this lady is…”

"Oh, I haven't told you yet!" Yarman gently grasped Mostima's hand and said happily, "I'm married now. She's my wife, and her name is Mostima!"

Hearing this, Tesla was taken aback, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be married!" As he spoke, he took out a dark blue plasma ball from his pocket and placed it in front of Yarman, "This is a plasma ball that I developed. Consider it a belated wedding gift for you!"

"Thank you!" Yalman nodded, accepting the plasma ball. He casually waved his hand, setting up a soundproof barrier, then looked at Tesla and slowly asked, "You... also received a letter from Dumbledore?"

Tesla nodded, sighed, and touched his soft, flowing hair. "Yes, I received it. I didn't expect him to retire at this time. If you count, six of us old folks have already retired, and now only four of us are still adventuring in the multiverse. Sigh!"

"Six people have withdrawn? Who else has withdrawn?"

“You, Princess Aurora, Veronica, Dumbledore, the King of Merchant.”

"And the last one?"

“And the other one is me!” Tesla laughed and said casually, “I’ve also retired. Now, the one who represents my world in the group and is constantly active is my daughter.”

"Huh? Why? You're fine and so healthy."

"Well... actually, after you left, the number of new members started to increase dramatically. The atmosphere in the group was no longer the same. Everyone found that they couldn't fit into the group environment, so they all started to train successors."

After hearing his words, Yarman fell silent. He hadn't expected that in the short time he had been away from the group, only four of the people from his generation had retired.

"..."×3

After a long silence, Yarman sighed and took out a piece of Originium from his pocket. "This is a high-energy stone that I developed. Consider it a belated full-month gift for your daughter."

“Alright!” Tesla readily accepted the Originium, carefully put it away, and then asked, “How is Dumbledore doing now? I haven’t gone to see him, and judging from his letters, it doesn’t seem to be going well!”

“Not quite right!” Yarman shook his head and said in a low voice, “His life force has been exhausted.”

"what?!"

"Have you discovered the magic network of this world? Dumbledore activated it with all his magic." Yarman looked at Tesla and said calmly, "Now it's half-crippled."

"This...this..."

Tesla was unable to accept the news for a moment. He leaned on the table, his deep blue eyes darting around. After a long while, he finally raised his head and asked seriously, "Is there any hope?"

Upon hearing this, Yarman simply shook his head silently, without uttering a word.

Seeing his expression, Tesla fell silent again. He sighed, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, stood up again. "I'll go see him first. You all..."

"Go ahead, don't worry about us," Yarman waved his hand.

Tesla nodded, pulled his hood back up, and without a word, walked across the lobby, took the elevator, and left.

Watching Tesla leave, Mostima said with a puzzled look, "So, what exactly are your feelings for Dumbledore? You all want him dead all the time, but you can't bear to see him die."

"This... I don't know either, maybe it's mutual respect." Yarman shook his head irritably, removed the soundproof barrier, and leaned back quietly in his chair, his eyes vacant.

Mostima silently walked over and sat down beside him, pulled him into her arms, and held him quietly.

Chapter 218: Introduction to Recycling (Hard Landing)

Sitting in his chair, Yarman shook his head in annoyance. He sighed and looked at Mostima, saying, "Let's go for a walk in town. It's too stuffy here."

“Okay!” Mostima nodded, stood up, took his hand, and left the banquet hall.

The people in the venue looked puzzled as they watched the two leave. They had only been there for a short time, chatted with a robot, and then became listless and left after sitting for only a short while. What strange people!

As they left the hotel, Yarman walked along the bustling street with a worried expression, while Mostima quietly accompanied him.

Looking around aimlessly, Yarman suddenly spotted a unique shop not far away. It was a very unassuming flower shop, with only a few flower stands at the entrance and a signboard fluttering in the wind, indicating what the shop did: it was a small shop that part-timed for funeral flowers.

Looking at the shop, Yarman walked up without thinking. When he arrived at the shop, he gently pushed open the door. Instantly, a warm and humid airflow carrying a complex and rich floral fragrance surged out like a tide. The subtle magically manipulated airflow quietly washed away the dust from their long journey.

"Welcome! How can I help you?"

At the counter, a thin shopkeeper dressed in a gray-white wizard's robe and wearing round-framed silver-rimmed glasses came out. His silver-white eyes, identical to Ollivander's, and pointed ears indicated that he was also a goblin.

Looking around, Yarman said softly, "I'm just taking a quick look."

"If you two need anything, please feel free to call me." Seeing this, the owner decisively walked back to the counter and sat down. Most of the customers who came to his flower shop were a bit strange, but he was used to it.

Leading Mostima, Yarman wandered around the flower shop. He felt comfortable in the vibrant environment and liked the lively atmosphere, especially since the creatures didn't cause any trouble.

"Do you have any favorite flowers?" Yalman turned to Mostima and asked softly.

"Huh? Me?" Mostima was taken aback. She thought for a moment, then asked with a hint of surprise, "Why are you suddenly asking this question?"

"I was just asking."

"It's alright, no need to buy one." Mostima shook her head casually and said with a smile, "I really liked the flower you planted and gave me last time. If you want to give me one, plant an even more resilient one." Why an even more resilient one? Because she had already killed the previous one.

There was no way around it; as the timekeeper of the Terra world, her daily routine and feeding schedule were so strict that even the flowers that Yarman had personally cultivated couldn't stand it.

Irregular and sudden binge eating, followed by irregular and sudden fasting, is unbearable for anyone, let alone flowers.

Hearing their conversation, the fairy shopkeeper suddenly stepped out from behind the counter, smiled at them, and said, "If you two wish to grow flowers, I also sell flower seeds here, which you may choose to purchase."

Hearing his boss's words, Yarman thought for a moment, then nodded, "May I see your seeds?"

"It's over there." The shopkeeper pointed to a cabinet not far away. "Each compartment contains different seeds, and the tags on the cabinet doors describe the characteristics of the seeds and the flowers they grow."

"Thank you."

After thanking the shopkeeper, the two went up to select seeds. After a while, Yarman returned with a packet of seeds, placed it on the counter, and asked, "How much are these?"

"Hmm... a magical white rose? Three Galleons!"

Upon hearing the shopkeeper's words, Yarman instinctively reached for his money, only to realize halfway through that he only had Originium and hadn't exchanged it for the local currency of the Harry Potter world!

Standing in front of the counter, Yarman slowly took out a bag of Originium and placed it on the table. "Excuse me, sir, do you accept barter? This is all we have right now..."

"Are these Originium?!"

"You know this is Originium..."

"Of course I know, everyone in the world knows!" The shopkeeper carefully took out a Source Stone, tapped it gently with his staff, and looked at the Source Stone shining with a bright golden light. He said excitedly, "This pure light, it's Pure Source Stone! The most accessible top-grade magic material!"

Mostima looked at the shopkeeper, who was holding Originium and had a fanatical expression on his face. She nudged Yarman on the back and asked him in a low voice, "When did you start selling your Originium here, and make it such a well-known and valuable item?"