A chat group for a certain tower warlock

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Chapter 226: Such a grown person just disappeared?

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” Yarman looked at the creature in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly. “I feel that we’re going in the wrong direction. We should change our development direction.”

"How do you think it should be changed?" Vegapunk asked calmly. During this time, he had learned a lot of new knowledge and applied many new achievements to himself, and his emotions had become increasingly indifferent.

Standing in front of the test bench, Yarman said as he thought, "I think we should be more targeted. This time, we need to test whether high-energy rays will affect the internal organisms, and whether the organisms will be damaged by changes in physical coefficients when they travel through them. The requirement is not just to be weak, but to be specifically weak."

“Then let’s do it this way,” Vegapunk said calmly.

Yarman nodded, casually wiped the creature off the table, and took out another set of materials. "Let's try again!"

…………

The following day, deep within the Dream Realm, at the entrance to the Contract Passage.

"Don't just leave things lying around! I've told you so many times, but you won't listen!" Yarman looked helplessly at the people around him, each carrying a bunch of random creatures and throwing them haphazardly into the container, making a complete mess.

Tesla, standing to the side, laughed and said, "How long is it going to take you to fix this?!"

Without a word, Yarman carried his creature into the container and carefully placed it in a corner. Then, he took out his staff and cast a spell on the animals running around the container. The magical energy instantly transformed into ropes, binding them all in place, rendering them unable to move.

After dealing with the stray animals, he took out a large number of sophisticated instruments from his spatial magic creations, carefully placed them in the container, and attached sensors to the walls. Only after completing all this did he leave.

Standing outside the container, he went forward and closed the container door, using its mechanical structure to lock it. He patted the door hard to make sure it was secure, then manipulated the container to throw it into the contract channel.

"It's over. Now we'll see what Dumbledore's reply is like." Yarman put his staff back in his pocket, glanced at Scranton who was peering into the contract passage not far away, and said irritably, "If you accidentally fall in, you'll have to figure out how to get out yourself!"

Hearing his words, Scranton scoffed dismissively and continued to peer closer. "How could that be! How could someone as smart as me... Ahhhh!"

The people around looked at Scranton, who slipped and plunged into the contract passage like a diver. They were still in shock. How could such a big, healthy person and a great expert have fallen in and disappeared?

"...Yalman, what should we do?" Ailuo asked him slowly.

"What to do? Just let it be!" Yarman snorted. He had warned that person before, but he insisted on moving forward, slipped, and crashed in. Who could he blame?

Tesla paused for a moment, then said with some concern, "He didn't die in there, did he?"

“A contract portal won’t kill him.” Yarman shook his head calmly, standing still. “He can either crawl out of there on his own or drift downstream to the magic world. But Tesla, why are you suddenly worried about this? I haven’t seen you two get along that well!”

"It's not a big deal, the key issue is that he still owes me money for goods. If he dies here, and there's no IOU, his successor in his world definitely won't acknowledge the debt, then I'll be at a loss."

"..."×5

Looking at the colorful contract channel in front of him, constantly emitting high-energy rays, Yarman sighed slightly. He was actually a little nervous now. This plan was too important, as it was related to the future development of the chat group and the status of Terra in the multiverse. He was really worried that something would go wrong.

"Sigh!" Yarman sighed deeply, suppressing his anxiety as he stared expressionlessly at the passageway.

"By the way, Yalman, how long does it take to teleport through the contract channel?" Tesla asked suddenly, standing to the side, also looking forward to the outcome.

Yarman paused for a moment, then slowly said, "About ten minutes, but I don't know the exact time."

"But it's been 15 minutes already."

“That’s why I said I don’t know the exact time!” Yarman said calmly, looking at the passageway. His hands, hanging by his sides, kept making small movements, his thumb tapping his index finger faster and faster.

Standing to the side, Linard, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "You're nervous."

"I'm not nervous at all."

"Then why are you moving your hands around like that?"

"I mean, I'm not nervous, I'm just looking forward to it." Yarman slowly crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for Dumbledore's message from the other side.

The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly tense as he closed his eyes, and everyone waited anxiously.

About 10 minutes later, Dumbledore finally sent a message in the group chat. Yarman, who had been keeping his eyes closed, immediately opened them. He checked the message and, upon seeing that everything was alright, he breathed a deep sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile with a sense of relief.

We finally succeeded! All that time and effort has not been in vain!

Glancing at the crowd around him, Yarman calmly straightened his clothes and smiled at them, saying, "Everyone, I'm going to the Wizarding World to check on the results. Farewell!" With that, he activated the travel ticket given to him by Dumbledore and disappeared into the Dreamland before anyone could react.

The four were stunned as they watched Yarman disappear. They were all shocked by Yarman's behavior. We are guests, after all. You just left us here and ran away?

After a moment of silence, Tesla sighed and said, "Fine, let's go too. He just couldn't resist."

"Alright, alright, let's go!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

As several spatial portals appeared, the figures of the group disappeared into thin air. The once somewhat lively depths of the Dream Realm were now plunged into a deathly silence, with only black hole-like contract passages constantly surging.

In the magical realm, within the Forbidden Forest.

Yarman eagerly stepped forward, looked at the opened container, and quickly entered to examine the computer in the center, carefully observing the data from each sensor.

After reviewing all the sensor data and checking all the instruments, he breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could confirm that the container was completely safe under normal circumstances.

Tossing his computer aside, Yarman strolled out of the container and looked at Dumbledore standing beside him. He said happily, "I told you, my container would never have any problems!"

"Then, all our plans can be implemented, and the multiverse will be fully connected! Every world will fully participate in this great event, forming a vast, orderly, and integrated market. Through world trade, the speed of global advancement will be greatly increased!"

Incidentally, TerraWorld gained another revenue stream: container patent fees and material costs.

"It actually worked?"

"Yes, that's a truly great technological advancement!"

"From now on, we can perfectly dump our inventory... and promote it to the underground world."

Looking at the crowd that had appeared to the side, Dumbledore counted the number of people and realized something was wrong. He counted again and finally asked in confusion, "Where's Scranton? Where did he go?"

"..."×5

"He... is probably still inside the contract passage and hasn't come out yet."

"But I have already closed the entrance to the contract channel."

"Then... this is a big problem."

Chapter 227: Kal'tsit as your assistant, or Phantom!

Standing there, Yarman kept trying to contact Scranton using various methods, but there was no response. He sighed in frustration, thinking that he shouldn't have let that person stand next to the passageway in the first place!

Just as the group was at a loss, Scranton suddenly sent a message in the small group chat.

Scranton: I... I've finally landed! [Foundation profanity]! I floated in the void for a full half hour, I don't even know how far I drifted, before crashing into a world!

Yarman: You landed? That's good! I thought you were gone.

Tesla: We all thought you were dead. By the way, which world did you go to?

Scranton: How would I know so much? I just arrived. Let me see if I can share my world coordinates with you... Wait a minute, why is sharing coordinates charged? I've traveled through so many worlds... Wait a minute!

Scranton: This seems like a completely new world, one that chat groups haven't explored before!

Dumbledore: ...So you're not going to share it?

Scranton: Let me scout ahead for you first, and then I'll call you over once I've figured things out.

Seeing Scranton suddenly log off, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Scranton clearly wanted to hog everything, but no one cared. After all, he was the one who discovered the world, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Looking at the container in front of him, Yarman stepped forward, packed his things, and stored them in a spatial artifact. He looked at the group and said calmly, "Since we've succeeded, I'll head back now."

"What about Scranton?" Dumbledore asked calmly, slowly raising his head.

Yarman shrugged. "Whatever. If he can handle it, he can handle it himself. If he can't, he'll come to us. If he dies in the other world, there's nothing we can do about it."

After listening, Dumbledore nodded. "You're right."

"If you need anything, just call me in our group chat." Yarman turned around and opened a portal in front of him. "I'm going back now, goodbye!" After saying that, he walked into the portal.

The next second, he was back in Terra, took out the container, and casually tossed it onto the open ground of the laboratory. Looking at Vegapunk, who had been attracted by the commotion, he pointed to the container in front of him and said, "The test was a success."

"Yes, that's certainly something to be happy about!" A joyful smile flashed across Vegapunk's face.

"You handle this container, I'm going to Rhodes Island." Yarman turned and left the Emperor of Life laboratory. The Doctor had been messaging him for the past few days, and he had no idea what the Doctor was up to.

"Okay, sir."

…………

Rhodes Island, in the Doctor's office.

A portal suddenly appeared in the air, and a figure stepped out. Looking at the professor who was engrossed in writing, Yarman calmly said, "You're perfectly fine, aren't you? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Who!...You came and didn't even say anything!"

"Didn't you ask me to come?" Yarman turned around and walked to the sofa, sitting down. He leaned back in the soft cushions and said casually, "What have you been doing these past few days? You've been sending me messages non-stop."

"...I didn't bring your mechanical guard back!" the doctor said to him matter-of-factly.

Yarman nodded and said casually, "I understand, after all, you put in so much effort. If you want it, you can have it, but you'll have to take care of the machine's maintenance and ammunition from now on."

"...I mean I didn't bring it back!"

"I know, you just got hurt and want some compensation, right? Here you go." Yarman leaned back in his chair, shrugged, and said, "I know exactly what you're up to."

"It's alright, at least you dare to lie now. Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I need you to take care of."

Yarman took out a blueprint from his pocket and threw it in front of him. Looking at the doctor who picked up the blueprint, he pointed to it and said calmly, "The inter-world transportation technology is mature, and the containers have passed testing. We can start to solve the inventory problems in various worlds. That's all."

Looking at the blueprints before him, the doctor pondered for a moment before slowly putting them down. He said earnestly, "Can our world really serve as a transit station? Wouldn't there be any danger?"

"Anyway, it's all in the Dreamland, so it doesn't matter." Yarman shrugged with a smile. Anyone who's been there knows what the Dreamland is like now; it's already chaotic to the extreme. Since it's already like this, what's wrong with it being a little more chaotic? It won't get any more chaotic anyway.

Upon hearing this, the doctor thought for a moment and nodded, "So it was in the Dream Realm, then it's alright."

“There’s one more thing. A big order came in from Dumbledore’s world.” Yarman looked up at the professor and said, “Have you received Harry’s world contract?”

"This... I think I received it? I haven't checked it." The Doctor thought for a moment, checked his email, and finally found an email in the spam folder. He opened the email, and it was addressed to Harry Potter.

Seeing the doctor's strange expression, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"I accidentally mistook his email for spam." The Doctor smiled awkwardly. Since becoming Terra's representative, his inbox had been receiving an average of over 50,000 emails every day.

Without a whitelist, he would be constantly busy and have no time for official business, and that's the problem this time—the Doctor didn't put Harry on the whitelist.

Of course, this also has drawbacks. He might miss some important emails, but even so, he won't add them to the blacklist because those people will send him emails under different names.

After sitting on the sofa and thinking for a moment, Yarman slowly asked, "Do you need someone to help you with things? You seem a bit overwhelmed right now."

"If possible, that would be the best."

Seeing the doctor's expression, Yarman thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "So who would you like to be your assistant? Should I pick one from Rhodes Island, or should I assign one to you?"

"...You can still assign tasks?"

“I still have some influence of my own.” Yarman lowered his head slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips. “If you need one, I can assign you a male assistant immediately… or a woman if you prefer!”

"Um... I still want to ask, from which department did you assign them?"

“My kin, Mo’s inspectors, Laurentina’s few subordinates… well, that’s all she has.” Yarman sat on the sofa, looking up slightly at the ceiling. “And I also have some followers.”

Hearing this, the Doctor thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Forget it, I'll just find someone from Rhodes Island myself. Do you have any recommendations?"

“Personally, I think Kal'tsit is quite good,” Yarman replied immediately. As far as he knew, Kal'tsit was the only one among all the women on Rhodes Island who wasn't love-struck; the others were basically…

As for men, he would be willing for the PhD to have a male assistant, but the PhD would definitely not be happy about it, so forget it.

“Kal'tsit… this… tsk tsk…” The Doctor thought for a moment, then began to fidget. He admitted that Yarman’s recommendation was correct, but he just felt… uneasy.

Seeing the picky Doctor, Yarman's face darkened. "Then let's find a man. How about Phantom?"

"Fine, fine, Kal'tsit it is!"

"Okay, it's settled then! Send her application to my email tomorrow."

After saying that, Yarman got up and left, leaving the helpless doctor sitting there, sighing repeatedly.

Chapter 228: Rainbow Six Siege Arrives in Terra

"Sizzle~~~ Clang."

Looking at the Doctor sitting at his desk, sighing incessantly, Kal'tsit held up a CD, frowned slightly, and said, "What are you doing here again? Why are you always sighing?"

"You're here, perfect timing. Fill out this form, I need to give it to Yarman later." The doctor picked up a form and a pen, placed them on the table, pushed them to the opposite side, and pointed to the chair in front of him. "Sit down, write it down, it'll be quick, there are only a few places to fill in."

"What is this?" Kal'tsit stepped forward with a slight puzzlement, quickly looking up and down at the form in front of her. Then she looked up and asked, "Why me? You shouldn't have asked me to help you, right? Is it Yarman?"

Upon hearing this, the Doctor instantly broke down, saying with extreme helplessness, "There's nothing I can do. He specifically appointed you as my world affairs assistant, giving me no chance to resist. What can I do?"