A chat group for a certain tower warlock

However, in terms of strength, Laurentina, who was empowered by Armament Haki, was much larger than him, and her defense was also much higher. Although he was often caught out by her, he was not seriously injured.

"Whoosh! Sizzle!"

Laurentina stepped back, watching the Hermit lunge forward again. She gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength, and slashed forward with her chainsaw, breaking through the Hermit's defenses from the side. The rapidly spinning chainsaw was covered in thick Armament Haki energy, and its sharp teeth collided with the armor.

"Sizzle~~~!"

A sickeningly sharp cutting sound, like a cutting machine slicing through steel bars, rang out instantly. After such a long battle, Laurentina finally struck the Hermit head-on. The gleaming chainsaw slashed a gaping hole in the black armor, revealing the swollen, twisted, purplish-red flesh beneath.

Once the armor was cut open, the hermit immediately regained his senses. He became anxious and swung his short blade forward fiercely, the immense force sending Laurentina staggering back several steps.

Seeing Laurentina retreat, he immediately stepped back, put down the short blade in his hand, and placed his hand on his chest. The thick Armament Haki energy mixed with the Dream Realm energy, turning into a large piece of gel-like substance. He grabbed the substance and stuffed it hard into his chest, blocking the cut.

After completing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He almost died, not from Laurentina's sword, but from being overwhelmed by the raging souls within him. His armor was not just armor, but also a binding suit, and the magic array on it could effectively counteract the impact of the souls, preventing him from bursting.

And if a breach occurs... do you know what happens when a gap appears in the dam?

As his reason began to dissipate again after the breach was plugged, the hermit glanced at the battlefield below and breathed a sigh of relief. The elite troops of his troupe were still holding their own; they were only slightly at a disadvantage and had not yet been defeated.

Once he was sure there was nothing for him to worry about below, he picked up his short blade once more and charged toward Laurentina with murderous intent. He wouldn't give her another chance to hurt him; he wanted to finish the fight quickly!

Looking at the Hermit who was going berserk again, Laurentina seemed to be deep in thought. She felt like she had discovered something. It seemed that the Hermit really didn't want her to cut through his armor!

Then we must strike harder and try to penetrate his armor as much as possible!

Laurentina, chainsaw in hand, clashed with the hermit once more. Watching the hermit grow increasingly frenzied, she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have an endless supply of Observation Haki?"

"At least killing you is enough, hahahahahaha!"

Seeing the Hermit going berserk again, Laurentina didn't say anything more. She was getting used to her opponent's fighting style and rhythm, and she was able to find the Hermit's weaknesses, but she didn't plan to make a move.

She suddenly realized that this year's Terra Unique Biological Records report was not yet completed, and there was one right in front of her. She planned to observe it more and then write a report to submit.

Just think, these Dream Gods' territories are teeming with strange creatures! No more worries about the report!

After five minutes of back-and-forth, Laurentina finished recording the information. She suddenly slashed upwards, deflecting the Hermit's twin blades that were simultaneously slashing down, and then slashed downwards, instantly cutting a narrow gash in the Hermit's armor.

"This time, you can't escape!"

Laurentina raised the chainsaw high and, to the hermit's horrified gaze, brought it down hard, slamming him into the ground, leaving only his head sticking out as he struggled inside.

Ignoring the struggling hermit, she grabbed a chainsaw and jumped down the earthen slope where the two were fighting. Just as she jumped down, a deafening explosion came from behind her, instantly turning the entire earthen slope into a basin!

"Bong!"

Feeling the immense power emanating from behind her, she immediately activated her Armament Haki. After withstanding countless high-speed flying debris and intense explosive heat, she slowly turned around, stunned in place.

This is terrible! The hermit is dead, there's no corresponding sample for the report, so it can't be written. All the data I've collected about the hermit over the years is now useless!

Chapter 224: A Global Marketing Plan for Old and Defective Products

Sitting in his chair, Yarman tilted his head, watching Harry speak eloquently on stage, and sighed deeply. He slowly looked at Tesla at the next table, "Do you know what he's talking about?"

"I don't know." Tesla said, sitting in his chair without looking up. "As everyone knows, 80% of what's said at these succession ceremonies is nonsense. Now that Dumbledore is alive again, it's pure nonsense. I won't waste my precious CPU computing power on nonsense."

“You’re right.” Yarman nodded seriously after hearing this. He sat listlessly in his chair, looking at the fragrant dishes not far away, and sighed again. He had no appetite at all. The reason was simple: Dumbledore had really come back to life and had even reached a cooperation agreement with Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was allowed to use that fruit as an equivalent to repay his debt, and the impeachment against Lin Yi for his status as the group leader was dropped.

While Yarman was still contemplating the changing situation, Harry, on the stage, finished his speech in front of a group of world administrators, powerful figures in the wizarding world, and dignitaries, and returned to sit down at Dumbledore's table.

Once the speech was over, everyone finally got up from their chairs, picked up their wine glasses, and started to move around. Although there were dishes prepared in the venue, everyone knew that they were not for eating, but for decoration, so that everyone would not just sit together and chat.

Seeing the venue suddenly descend into chaos, with everyone running around with wine glasses in hand, Yarman looked at Mostima beside him and asked, "What would you like to eat? I'll get you something."

“…You’re probably the only person in the whole place who’s thinking about food.” Mostima gave him a strange look, then sat down in his chair, holding a wine glass, and said, “I’ll eat whatever you eat.”

“Okay, but I’m not the only one.” Yarman pointed to Dumbledore, who was standing not far away with his head down. “Look at that half-dead old codger, his head is practically sticking into the cake.”

"You two are just special cases."

"Turn around and look at Princess Aurora, isn't she eating too?"

"Princess Aurora is here too? Didn't she say she was going back?" Mostima turned around in surprise, only to see Aurora smiling and greeting her from a few tables behind her. She stood up and walked over to her.

"You don't need to help me with anything anymore. I'm going to chat with Princess Aurora."

Seeing Mostima leave immediately, Yarman paused for a moment, shook his head, got up and walked towards the buffet area. He would just pick out what he liked to eat, since no one was coming to find him anyway.

"Mr. Yarman!"

Just as Yarman took the plate out from under the table, he heard a familiar voice. His face stiffened. He had just been thinking that no one would come looking for him and that he could have some peace and quiet, but someone had already come.

He held the plate and said with a smile, "Mr. Harry, what brings you here? How can I help you?"

“The thing is, Harry said, standing beside him with a wine glass in hand, his voice slightly lowered. “Mr. Yarman, I would like to ask you to provide us with a batch of Originium.”

“That’s easy. Just go and talk to the Doctor. We can provide goods on the spot for up to five million tons!” As he spoke, Yarman glanced at Dumbledore, who was eating cake all over his face not far away. “For the old man’s sake, we’ll give you a 20% discount and send it over using the latest interworld transport.”

Hearing this, Harry gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Maybe more than five million tons."

"...How much do you want?" Upon hearing this, Yalman suddenly turned to look at him, a hint of doubt in his eyes. Five million tons of Originium could basically solve 90% of the situation, unless the other party made a big move!

“At least... 500 million tons!” Harry looked at Yarman, who was slightly agape and stunned, and continued in a low voice, “We’re not sure if that’s enough; we may need to increase the quantity later!”

What are they trying to do?! Are they trying to build an artificial sun out of Originium?!

"May I ask, what would you like to know...?"

Seeing that Yarman seemed about to ask a question, Harry shook his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir."

“Okay, I understand.” Yarman nodded knowingly. The other party must be planning some kind of world-class project. He picked up the plate and asked again to confirm, “Are you really determined?”

"Yes, sir!"

“Okay, send me a contract in the name of the world tomorrow.” Yarman nodded and said seriously, “For large-scale purchases, I will give you a 1% discount on the price of Originium, and I will cover the construction of the contract channel and the cost of the containers, but you need to pay 3.5% in advance, and the first batch of goods will be shipped within one month.”

“Deal, sir!” Harry nodded, shook hands with Yarman, and then walked away to chat with the other world administrators. Judging from his expression, he was also looking to purchase something.

Yarman glanced at Harry curiously, then shook his head, picked up the plate he had been holding for a while, and started picking at the food. What he was most curious about now was not what kind of big project the wizarding world was going to undertake, but rather who was in charge of this project.

If it's Dumbledore, with the two suns suspended in the air, the wizarding world is likely to be in turmoil. If it's Harry, young and promising with extraordinary strength, the situation in the chat group may be in turmoil.

Just as Yalman returned to his seat and began to think quietly, Tesla approached him.

Seeing Tesla plop down next to him, Yarman was startled. He swallowed the meat he had just put in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and looked at Tesla strangely, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Are you interested in working on this?" Tesla placed the statistical chart in front of Yalman, pointed to the chart, and said, "I just asked around and found a problem!"

"...What's the problem?"

"It's an inventory problem!" Tesla said seriously, pointing to the statistical charts and analyzing, "The yield rate of most small worlds is only 70%, and with the high substitutability of goods, they simply can't be sold, resulting in a large amount of inventory piling up, including old products and a large number of defective products!"

After listening to his words, Yarman thought for a moment, and said uncertainly, "Are you thinking of promoting old and substandard products across the world to clear inventory and revitalize the low-end market of chat groups?"

"That's right!"

"Have you thought through the transportation and cost issues?"

"With cross-world transportation technology, contractual channels will become widespread, containers can be reused repeatedly, and costs will come down. If there is a world with enough channels to serve as a transit hub, it should be feasible!"

Looking at the resolute Tesla, Yalman thought for a moment and then asked, "So you want me to be this intermediary? If I become the intermediary, what will happen to your interests?"

"Me? I'd be perfectly content if I could clear out the substandard products and inventory in my world instead of letting them pile up and take up space." Tesla shook his head with a wry smile. In the years of rapid development, the inventory problem has silently become a major issue, coupled with the excess production capacity brought about by technological advancements.

Scrap can be thrown directly into the smelting furnace for remolding, but defective and old products take up space if left undiscarded, but it's a pity to throw them away or burn them, and they're hard to sell, so we can't get much out of them. Sigh, what a headache!

He felt that if he didn't solve this problem sooner or later, his world would be flooded with inventory.

Looking at Tesla, Yarman also thought of Terra. He noticed that Terra was showing signs of the same problem, although the defect rate of Originium production was relatively low, only 0.005%. However, over the years, a considerable amount of defective products had accumulated, along with old Originium with unoptimized formulas that couldn't be sold...

"Okay, I'll submit this to the management committee. It should be resolved in a month at most."

"Phew~ Thank you so much, Yarman!"

Chapter 225: Multi-Species Delivery Experiment via Contract Channel

Watching Tesla leave with a worried expression, Yarman sighed again. He felt that his premonition was about to come true. With the elimination of tariffs on the chat group's time-space channel, coupled with the varying degrees of inventory issues in different worlds, the contract channel would inevitably become prevalent, and a new era was about to begin.

Everyone knows that when a new era arrives, it will inevitably bring with it boundless energy and chaos!

Thinking about the chaos that might arise after the inter-world contract channel was established, Yarman sighed again. He felt that if things continued like this, he would lose all his hair; there were just too many things to deal with!

"Ugh, this is so difficult!"

"What's wrong?" Mostima appeared behind him at some point, leaned over him, and asked in his ear.

Yarman placed the statistical charts on the table and said with a worried expression, "The problems that have arisen from this banquet are a bit tricky. We'll have to get the doctor on the management committee, coordinate multiple worlds, and prepare for any potential chaos."

"What's all this trouble?" Mostima reached out and took the paper from his hand. "Inventory issues?"

"Yes!"

Do we have this problem?

“Yes, we do have it, but the yield rate of Originium isn’t 100%, though it’s not significant, and we have the capacity to process it ourselves.” Yarman raised his head slightly and said softly to Mostima, “But this matter is very beneficial to us, and even if there’s chaos afterward, we must push it forward!”

Upon hearing this, Mostima shoved the paper back into his hand. "If other worlds descend into chaos, will it affect us?"

“It depends on the level of unrest,” Yarman shrugged and explained to her. “If it’s just internal turmoil, it won’t affect us. But if the impact has crossed worlds, then it’s a big problem, especially if it involves the Cthulhu universe. In that case, we’re destined to be unable to stay out of it.”

After listening, Mostima nodded, and said thoughtfully, "With inter-world transmission technology, coupled with the contract channels that will become widespread, wouldn't it be easier for unrest in other worlds to spread beyond their original boundaries?"

“That’s right, that’s why I said there would be more chaos.” Yarman said helplessly. He had thought of this possibility almost instantly, but there was nothing he could do. Once the arrow was released, there was no turning back. The technology had been launched, and there was no way to take it back. It was already destined!

The world will no longer be isolated islands, but a series of interconnected ships. Once one of these ships catches fire, no world will be able to remain unaffected.

“This is probably the price of prosperity.” Yarman shook his head, carefully tucking the blueprints into his pocket. He looked up at Mostima and smiled, “Aren’t you going to play with Princess Aurora?”

"She was harassed by a group of people who all wanted to buy things from her."

"Oh? What kind of flagship product has Princess Aurora created?"

“Magical weapons, and mercenaries,” Mostima said with a smile. “Many small worlds like them. Aurora’s magical weapons are of high quality and inexpensive, and the mercenaries are powerful and ethical, making them very popular with administrators who are politically unstable and unable to govern the entire world!”

"After all, not every world is as peaceful as Terra."

“…I don’t think Terra can be considered peaceful, no matter what.” Mostima looked at Yarman and said in a strange tone, “Ever since the Dreamlands came along, the world has been in complete chaos.”

"Hmm... While life isn't exactly peaceful for ordinary people, it seems things aren't so peaceful for the powerful either!"

"You're only realizing it now!" Mostima said irritably to the oblivious Yarman, "The whole world of Terra is in chaos right now, all sorts of people are running around."

“Well…that’s true. I’ll see what to do when I get back!” Yarman thought for a long time and nodded seriously, but he knew very well that he didn’t really have any solutions.

"Ugh, this is such a headache."

…………

"Is everything packed? If so, let's get ready to leave!" Yarman looked at Mostima behind him.

"Have you contacted all your old friends?" Mostima asked, looking at him.

Yalman nodded and said with a touch of emotion, "Yes, we've contacted them all. It's been years since we last met, and they've all become quite formidable. They've basically all reached the planetary level. I really don't know how they've progressed so quickly."

“Alright, here you go.” Mostima nodded and tossed the box to Yarman.

Carrying the suitcase and holding Mostima's hand, Yarman activated the teleportation ticket, and the two instantly disappeared into thin air. Afterward, the entire open space was filled with various teleportation portals, and the banquet ended.

The next second, the two appeared in the tower. Yarman threw his luggage aside, walked slowly to the sofa and lay down. "It seems that the Doctor and the others are still watching a play at the Crimson Theatre!"

“How could it be so fast?” Mostima said, sitting down next to him with his legs crossed.

Yarman lay on the sofa, silently gazing at the sky. After the banquet, he had signed contracts with several old friends, opening a cross-world contract channel. He planned to begin a large-scale material transfer test with the magic world a day later in the chat group to see if it was reliable.

As for the biological teleportation experiment, no results have been reached yet. The current suggestion is that each group should send one animal from their own world to Terra to be packed and then sent through the portal to see if the animal will die after arriving in the magical world. However, to avoid errors, the animals will need to be selected.

In any case, high-explosive Originium bugs are definitely not suitable, as they are prone to exploding. In such a confined space, not to mention whether the container would be blown open, the animals inside would all die. And if the animals are not killed, then the experiment is not rigorous, and the test subject is too powerful.

The goal is to ensure that even the weakest living beings can pass through without being affected by the high-energy rays in the contract channel. After all, many of the goods transported across worlds are quite delicate and cannot withstand even the slightest wind or rain.

"Do you think it's too late for me to raise an ultimate, invincible weakling?" Yarman said to Mostima beside him, lying on the sofa. "To be honest, the creatures of Terra are quite tenacious."

“How would I know? You’d have to tell Vegapunk!” Mostima said in surprise. She didn’t understand why her husband was asking her. She was just a timekeeper; how could she know such things?

Upon hearing this, Yarman nodded, slowly got up from the sofa, and opened a portal in front of him. "I'll go to the lab first. If you need anything, just come and find me."

"Alright, alright, go ahead." Mostima sat on the sofa and gently turned on the radio.

Seeing that Mostima was lying down, Yarman turned and walked into the portal. Instantly, he appeared in the laboratory. Looking at Vegapunk, who was staring intently at the microscope, he clapped his hands and said, "We've got a job!"

"Go ahead and say it, I'm listening!" Vegapunk said without looking up.

"We have a contract channel experiment to conduct tomorrow. We need to cultivate a super weakling that can represent our world, and use it as an animal test subject to be shipped out in a container."

"...Super weak? How weak do you want it to be?"

"It's the kind of thing that would kill you if you just touched it."