A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"How would I know?" Yarman shrugged helplessly. He himself had forgotten when he started selling them. As for everyone knowing about them, it must have started when the Doctor signed the agreement and Originium prices dropped drastically.

Looking at the shop owner across from him, Yalman slowly asked, "Sir, may I ask for your permission?"

"Of course, of course!" The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly upon hearing this. He placed the source stone in his hand on the counter and said eagerly to Yarman, "Sir, just this one is enough!"

“Okay, then we’re off.” Yarman nodded, put the small bag into his pocket, and slowly left the flower shop with the seeds in his hand, while the owner behind him kept bowing to express his gratitude.

After leaving the flower shop with the seeds, Yarman felt much better. He led Mostima by the hand and said, "When we get back to the hotel, we'll plant this white rose. It says it's very resilient and easily affected by magic energy, changing color and shape in the direction of the influence. Let's see if Originium can infect it."

“Um…” Mostima looked at the flower seeds in his hand, raised her eyebrows, and wondered what they would turn into.

Just as Yarman was wondering what the white rose would become after being infected by Originium, his chat window suddenly shook, and the Doctor sent a private video chat request.

"Huh? Doctor? What does he want with me?" Yarman murmured, a little puzzled. He took out a crystal panel from his pocket, projected the private video chat onto the panel, and then approved the request.

Looking at the disheveled doctor in the picture, Yarman suppressed a laugh and slowly asked, "What happened to you?"

"What happened?" The doctor looked at Yarman angrily. He was about to speak when a sudden explosion knocked him back, and the dust that flew up instantly covered him.

He shook off the dirt, slowly poked his head out, and pointed at the nearly five-meter-tall figure opposite him. The figure held a black halberd carved with complex energy circuits, carried a CNC heavy firepower unit on its back, and missiles rich in dreamlike energy flew wildly in the sky. The powerful rock magic had almost turned the battlefield into an earthquake zone.

"This thing is your guard, right?"

“I knew it! You could tell at a glance!” Yarman nodded happily, pointing at the screen and instructing the doctor, “Now, go and shut him down! Then bring him back!”

"Damn it... [Chinese swear word]!" The Doctor, hiding behind the operators, shouted at him, "I knew it! Isn't your teacher the one who made the stone statues?!"

"How do you know my teacher was a sorcerer who created stone statues?" Yarman spread his hands innocently. "Besides, I've already destroyed the stone statues my teacher created. There are no more lost colossi in this world."

"So what have we encountered this time?!"

“This is a stone statue I made; you can call it the Lost Colossus,” Yarman explained with a smile.

"Why did you even build it?!"

"To commemorate my teacher, and also, for fun!" Yarman said helplessly, "and incidentally, to protect Canaan."

"You! Then why did you upgrade the performance so much?!"

"I don't know, I just sculpted it randomly."

"Stop talking so much, just tell me, where is its weakness?!"

"I do not know."

"You're telling me you don't know the weaknesses of your magical creations? Do you think I'm a complete idiot?"

"I can't explain the troupe leader's mysterious modifications, dear Wutong, but I can tell you, if you don't resolve this quickly, you're doomed." Yarman, watching the scene on the screen, exclaimed excitedly, "It seems the troupe leader has ascended to godhood! No wonder he could change it like this!"

"you……"

"It's my duty to help fellow group members, no need to thank me. I hope everyone from Rhodes Island has a great time at the Crimson Theatre!" Yarman said with a smile to the Doctor, "Besides, you're my representative!"

"Yarman! [Yan Kingdom profanity]!"

Chapter 219: When are you planning to die?

He casually closed the crystal panel, put it in his pocket, and looked at Mostima beside him. "Let's go back to the hotel and plant this white rose while we're at it."

“Okay.” Mostima nodded and followed him toward the hotel.

The two walked slowly back to the hotel entrance, and just as they were about to go in, they were stopped by two men dressed in Taoist robes.

Looking at the Taoist-robed man blocking their path, Yarman stood still and calmly said to the two men, "Please step aside, you are blocking our way."

Upon hearing his words, the Taoist-robed man simply bowed slightly, then took out a pineapple-shaped fruit from his robes. He slowly bent down and held the fruit up to Yarman. "Lord Yarman, please accept this. Lord Lin Yi was unable to attend this ceremony, so this is his apology to you."

Looking at the crimson fruit before him, Yarman slowly reached out and picked it up. After examining it closely, he nodded casually. "Okay, I'll accept it. Tell Lin Yi that I know his feelings."

"Thank you very much, sir!" The man in the Taoist robe slowly stepped aside, watching the two enter the hotel before straightening up and turning to walk away.

"I really don't know how they found me." Yarman held the fruit in his hand, examined it several times, and said with interest, "Lin Yi's fruit is quite well grown! It seems to have borrowed from Im's Devil Fruit, but in essence it's still the same old cultivation and technological cultivation stuff."

Mostima looked at the fruit with curiosity, reached out and took it from his hand, examining it closely. After a moment, she looked up and asked, "This fruit seems to have a very strong life force!"

“Yes, it’s not only powerful, but also easy to absorb.” Yarman nodded, took the fruit from her hand, and looked at it with a mixture of relief and regret. “Since we all received it, Dumbledore must have received it too. It seems that old bastard is destined to die!”

"This can revive Dumbledore?"

“This… is indeed feasible.” Yarman looked at the fruit in his hand, a sense of crisis flashing through his mind. Lin Yi had quietly created such an amazing product, and it was even on the life side. If he didn’t respond, he would inevitably be looked down upon by everyone in the chat group!

But what if Lin Yi goes crazy if he ruins the money-making path he's built up by borrowing so much money?

Thinking of this, Yarman sighed helplessly. He said, "This is really a dilemma. I just hope that what he produced wasn't just a fruit from the life side, otherwise I'll have no choice but to take action!"

“So, what do you plan to do with this fruit?” Mostima asked.

"Give it to Dumbledore, as a retirement gift for him," Yarman said calmly, carefully putting the fruit away.

Seeing Yarman beside her, whose lips were slightly upturned without him even realizing it, Mostima covered her mouth and chuckled, "You seem quite happy! You really can't let go of Dumbledore, huh!"

“Who can’t let him go? I wish he were dead right now!” Yarman immediately retorted, patting the spatial magic artifact he had put into his arms. “If Lin Yi hadn’t created this thing, he wouldn’t be dead. Do you think I would have gone to save him? Dream on. At most, I would have sent him a bouquet of flowers.”

"...So you bought the flower seeds for him!"

“I didn’t!” Yarman looked at Mostima and said seriously, “I wish he were dead, you know that!”

"Fine, fine, you wish he were dead."

Seeing Mostima's disbelief, Yarman had no choice but to walk out of the elevator. As he reached his room, Harry Potter called out to him from the side.

Seeing that Yarman understood, Harry stepped forward and respectfully said to him, "Mr. Yarman, would you be willing to transfer the Fruit of Life in your possession to me? The wizarding world is willing to offer a large sum of money to purchase it!"

"I knew it!" Yarman shook his head helplessly, took the fruit out of his pocket, and handed it to Harry. "Fine, I don't want your money. Consider it a retirement gift for him."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Yarman!" Harry happily accepted the fruit, carefully tucking it into his pocket, then bowed deeply to Yarman. "May our friendship last forever!"

"Alright, alright, take it back to your teacher." Yarman shook his head helplessly, turned around and went into his room. It was just a fruit; it couldn't save Dumbledore. At most, it could extend his life by two or three weeks.

That's right, at most three weeks. He didn't believe that Dumbledore could come back to life with this fruit!

The two entered the room. Yarman tossed the flower seeds aside, then lay down on the bed, quietly contemplating the possible developments in the chat group. Dumbledore might be about to have deeper contact with Lin Yi.

After lying in bed thinking for a long time, Yarman suddenly said, "[Laetan curse]! I regret it now. Why didn't Dumbledore just die already?! And Lin Yi, of all people, created this thing to extend his life. Now, the situation is getting more and more complicated!"

"So what can you do? Take the fruit back from Harry?"

"Sigh, it's impossible." Yarman slowly closed his eyes. He was feeling very complicated. On the one hand, Dumbledore hadn't died, and the core of the Harry Potter world was still there and strong, which might make the situation even more chaotic. On the other hand, he was both angry and happy that his old friend and old enemy hadn't died.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it too much. It's too late to change anything anyway, so I might as well just wait and see.

Seeing that Yarman seemed to have given up and didn't want to deal with it, Mostima sighed helplessly. She gently lay down beside him and comforted him, "Think about it, isn't it good to have another ally?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yarman replied impatiently. After lying on the bed for more than ten minutes, he opened his eyes again, stood up, picked up the flower seeds he had just bought, grabbed a handful, and a faint green magical light flickered. The seeds instantly broke open, and beautiful white roses emerged from them.

At the same time, he took out a piece of Originium from his pocket, crushed it into powder, and sprinkled it on the flowers. Instantly, the originally pure white flowers gained a gorgeous golden hue, and the stamens shone with the golden radiance of Originium. A rich life force emanated from them and spread outwards.

Looking at the Originium white rose in his hand, Yarman sighed, picked up a piece of paper from the side, hastily wrapped it together, and tied it into a bouquet. "How is it? Does it look good?"

"Apart from the packaging being a bit ugly, everything else is great."

"Knock knock knock~~!"

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Mostima got up to open the door, but the visitors outside startled her. It was the thin Dumbledore and the young Harry!

“Mrs. Muller, is my dear Alman still inside?” Dumbledore asked gently.

"Yalman, I've come to see you!"

“I know, I know.” Yarman walked to the door with the white rose in his hand. Looking at Dumbledore, who was clearly much more energetic outside, he couldn’t help but say, “I’m starting to regret it. You actually came back to life.”

"Yes, thank you so much!" Dumbledore's tone was also teasing. "If it weren't for you, I probably would still be sitting in my chair, unable to get up. By the way, what's this? A white rose?"

“Yes, Originium white roses, specially for the dead, prepared in advance for you.” Yarman held up the beautiful Originium flowers and presented them to him. “When are you planning to die? I’ll prepare my celebratory speech in advance.”

Looking at the flowers before him, Dumbledore readily accepted them. "Thank you, they enrich the biodiversity of my world. But it's probably still early, since you're still alive, how could I possibly die?"

"..."×2

"Hahahahaha!" ×2

Chapter 220: The Crimson Troupe's Dreamlike Adventure

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at Dumbledore across from him and asked without looking up, "Now that you're back to life, are you still planning to abdicate? If not, I'll head back now. I have a lot to do and don't have time to waste here with you. Also, Tesla, did you know he came looking for you?"

Dumbledore glanced at Harry beside him and said with a casual smile, "He has definitely abdicated. My body can't take it anymore. As for Tesla, he doesn't look much better than me."

"They've all turned themselves into robots, how good can they be?" Yarman said calmly. What human has plasma flowing through their veins? There's hardly any flesh and blood in their body; they're just robots in human skin. The only difference is that they still retain human consciousness and emotions.

But then he thought about it again, and realized he hadn't criticized anyone. He was the first person in the group to give up his human body, while Veronica wasn't human to begin with, so she didn't count.

Looking at the situation of the earliest group members, it seems that those who are still in their original human form are now in the minority.

Looking at the silent Yarman across from him, Dumbledore picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. He casually asked, "Where's the Doctor? I remember he was Terra's representative. What's he doing now?"

Yarman raised his head slightly and glanced at him. "You really should lie down, Dumbledore. You can't even speak clearly now. The Doctor has important things to do and doesn't have time to play games with you."

"Important matter? What important matter?"

“His men have been kidnapped, and he’s leading a rescue team right now!” Yarman said casually. He slowly sat up straight, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then slumped back into his chair.

"His men have been arrested?" Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise. He simply couldn't believe it. Was Terra really this chaotic? They even dared to abduct the representative of the world, and Yarman, and he remained unmoved. Given his personality, who would dare to touch his people, especially those within his world!

Why not kill a hundred or so people to accompany them in death, and sink a continent to vent our anger?

Yarman shook his head. "The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal. That's his business, he has to handle it himself. Besides, I've already given him a direct line to contact me. What more does he want?"

"...Don't break the knife while you're sharpening it."

"If he really dies there, it only means that he is not worth my continued investment in training."

"I hope so!"

…………

"Take stock of the casualties and clean up the battlefield." The doctor sat on a protruding rock, giving orders wearily. Compared to before, he was much more disheveled now. His black robe was stained yellowish-brown with dust, his helmet visor was torn, and his left palm was pierced by a bullet.

Kal'tsit walked to the Doctor's side, took his hand, and instantly activated a healing spell. A few seconds later, the gruesome penetrating wound was completely healed, leaving not even a scar.

Looking at her palm, the doctor looked up at her and asked, "Just how strong are you now?"

“Not that strong, just so-so.” Kal’tsit shook her head helplessly. She slowly glanced at the destroyed war machine and sighed. It was the first time she had felt so powerless. When facing the war machine, Mon3tr’s claws couldn’t break through its defenses at all, but the opponent’s halberd could easily pierce through it.

We've only just passed the third level, and there are at least two more to go. How are we going to beat them?

Sitting on the rock, the doctor comforted him, "Don't be so sad. At least your Mon3tr can still fight head-on, while most of us can only stand at a distance and fly kites."

Just then, Bagpipe, holding the City-Breaking Spear, slowly walked forward and looked at the Doctor seriously, asking, "Doctor, what should we do with that robot?"

"...[Yan Kingdom profanity]!"

Looking at the war machine not far away, the doctor couldn't help but grit his teeth and swear. He really hated that thing. In just half an hour of fighting, he had been on the verge of death no less than 20 times.

And the theater troupe, I really don't know where they got their technology from, they actually managed to repair its CNC heavy firepower unit and even imbued it with the energy of the Dream Realm, it's ridiculously powerful!

After sitting there pondering for a long time, the Doctor gritted his teeth and announced amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, "Pack it up, then ship it back to Rhodes Island, let Kroos fix it, and this thing will belong to us from now on!"

"Yay!" ×n

Looking at the joyful crowd, the Doctor shook his head and turned to Kal'tsit, "Do you still have the strength?"

What do you want?

"I'm wondering how to fight next!" the doctor said somewhat hesitantly. Yarman's war machine was only placed at the end of the third level. How powerful were the gatekeepers on the fourth and fifth levels? He really didn't know how to fight them; these people were far too strong!

The Dream Realm acts like a multiplier; the stronger a person is, the stronger they become after being empowered. The members of the troupe were already among the strongest in the world, and with the power of the Dream Realm, they all became incredibly powerful.

Have you ever seen a monster that can use Armament Haki or Observation Haki? Have you ever seen a mortarman who can fire Dream Cannonballs? Have you ever seen a completely mutated caster or spectator?

This time, the doctor watched it all, and his heart sank. He watched as the gloating onlooker struck down with a stick, breaking the shield that was covered in Armament Haki bio-energy. If Beagle hadn't dodged quickly, the first casualty would have appeared!

After standing there for a moment and thinking, Kal'tsit slowly asked, "Now take a look at the summoning page and see if there's anyone special you can summon, like Laurentina or Canaan City Defense Commander Davis."

Upon hearing this, the Doctor's eyes lit up. He immediately took out the crystal plate and began to examine the recruits. Looking at the portraits on it, he smiled with relief. Kal'tsit was right; he could indeed recruit these people, although they needed to agree.

Without any hesitation, he immediately clicked on Laurentina, and a few seconds later, an Agorian wearing a black, tight-fitting nun's robe and wielding a huge chainsaw walked out of the portal.

"I heard you've run into trouble, Doctor!" Laurentina slowly stepped through the portal, smiling as she said, "I was about to speak with a great wizard from the neighboring planet, but because of you, I've been forced to postpone the meeting. You'd better give me a plausible reason, otherwise..."

"I'll strip you naked and throw you into the slums of Kazdel!"

"The people here stole your master's guards and turned them into their own," the doctor said without hesitation, pointing to a machine not far away. "Don't believe me? Look, it's over there!"

Laurentina stopped and slowly looked at the machine not far away. After observing it for a moment, she smiled and said, "That's a very good reason. I agree, but I have one request."

"What are your requirements? Tell me!" the professor said magnanimously.

"I want the final mastermind!" Laurentina smiled and brandished the chainsaw in her hand. She said coldly, "I'm going to throw him into the Dreamland and turn him into a mech servant as compensation for taking my master's machine!"