A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Hmm...who is the male assistant candidate?"

"Little Lu."

"..."×2

Seeing the Doctor fall into an awkward silence, Kal'tsit nodded naturally. That's right. Having a woman as an assistant, even if it's herself, is always better than having a man as an assistant. At least, according to this old lecher's way of thinking, that's definitely the case!

Seeing Kal'tsit's knowing look, the Doctor felt even more embarrassed. He tried to change his image in Kal'tsit's mind, "Actually, I would still be very happy for you to be my assistant... Can you please not look at me like that?"

Kal'tsit glanced at the Doctor with disdain, shook her head, casually filled out the form, signed her name in the signature column, and tossed the form in front of him. "Save these sweet words for fooling others, don't use them on me." With that, she threw the CD in her hand into his arms.

The professor caught the disc, flipped it over, looked at the words "Spell Tutorial" on it, and asked with his head down, "What is this? Where did you find it?"

“Yarman gave this to me and asked me to pass it on to you.” Kal’tsit stood up and walked towards the door, saying as she went, “He said he didn’t have time to give lectures to Rhodes Island anymore. These are his spell teaching videos. He wants you to show them to those who need them.” As soon as she finished speaking, the door closed.

"Dangdang!"

"You're quite the timing expert!" the professor said sullenly as he watched the door close just as he finished speaking. He looked at the disc in his hand, fiddled with it several times, then walked to the television in the office, inserted the disc, clicked to start playing, and sat down on the sofa to watch.

Ten minutes later, a loud snore came from the doctor's office, mixed with some of Yarman's teaching voice and background music.

…………

Canaan, inside the tower, first floor hall.

Resting his head on Mostima's lap, Yarman closed his eyes and ate the food she brought him, mumbling, "That's how it is. Scranton is still in that world, nowhere to be found."

"This... shouldn't be considered completely out of contact, right?" Mostima chatted with him casually, stuffing pieces of apple she had cut into his mouth one by one, like feeding a pet.

“I don’t know… but he hasn’t spoken since.” Yarman said lazily as he ate, “Also, the establishment of the contract channel has caused some problems with the stability of the world’s spacetime.”

“It’s normal for problems to occur, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Mostima shook her head, indicating that there was nothing she could do either. It would be strange if these several large holes connecting to the other world had no impact at all!

After they finished speaking, the two fell silent again. Mostima silently fed Yarman, who kept eating.

Suddenly, Mostima asked a question, "Do you think it's possible that some message in a bottle might suddenly drift into our world? You know, those things that are accidentally thrown over from other worlds."

“This… is basically impossible!” Yarman shook his head decisively. He explained, “Think about it, the outer void is so vast, with so many worlds. How easy would it be for a message in a bottle to come to our world?”

"But there's a chance, right? Maybe a message in a bottle will arrive in the next second?"

"Heh, I hope so, I hope so too." Yarman shook his head without much hope. He said helplessly. Personally, he hoped that a message in a bottle would come to Terra, which would be very helpful for his research on other worlds. But reason told him not to place his hopes on such a vague thing.

Just as the two fell silent once again, suddenly, the world barrier of Terra shook, and something from outer space crashed into their wall.

"..."×2

The two exchanged a slow glance, then stood up from the sofa at the same time and disappeared from the living room in an instant. The next second, they appeared on the world barrier of Terra.

Watching the ball collide with the world barrier, the two slowly exchanged a glance. Mostima spoke first, pointing happily to the little bubble outside, "I told you, the message in a bottle has arrived!"

"There really is a message in a bottle, [Letanian profanity]! This is unbelievable!" Yarman stared dumbfounded outside the World Barrier, completely unable to describe his current feelings.

It actually exists! It's truly astonishing, no, it's astonishing the rulers themselves.

Looking at the spherical message in a bottle in front of him, Yarman calmed himself down and said cheerfully, "This is indeed a good thing, but we can't have another one!"

"Dangdang!"

"..."×2

"What's going on today?" Yarman looked at yet another message in a bottle that had crashed into the world barrier. He scratched his head, puzzled. It was really strange. He never saw a message in a bottle before, but suddenly two appeared today. Had some world collapsed, or had the world administrator gone mad?

“So, what do you plan to do?” Mostima asked, looking at Yarman beside him.

Suddenly, a tentacle extended from behind Yarman, easily reaching outside the world and connecting to the two drifting bottles. After carefully examining them, he withdrew the tentacle with a strange expression. "Let them pass. Why not take the drifting bottles?"

What's wrong with you?

“The world the creatures inside come from... I think I recognize it,” Yarman said, standing still and looking at her.

"In the chat group?"

“Definitely not! It’s a world that’s not in the chat group, but I… have a vague recollection of it.” Yarman shook his head, dragged the two messages in bottles into the world, and watched them merge into it, with the matter and creatures falling onto Terra. “It seems to be a world called Rainbow Six.”

What kind of world is that?

“A purely technological world, nothing special.” Yarman shook his head and said casually, “Alright, let’s ignore them. Since they’ve come to our world, they’re one of us now.”

"So, you're planning to modify them?"

“No, I intend to preserve their natural habitat to increase biodiversity,” Yarman said calmly. He wasn’t going to interfere with these people much anyway; he’d just have Laurentina keep an eye on them. “They’re too weak.”

Mostima looked at the otherworldly visitors who had landed on Terra and said slowly, "They can't stay this weak forever, can they? I see that their bodies can be used to extract bio-energy and can also connect to the Dream Realm."

“Let’s wait until they’ve refined it and connected it.” Yarman shook his head, took Mostima’s hand, and they returned to the tower together.

Chapter 229: Not usually proactive, but the best at dividing the money.

One month later, the Emperor of Life.

"It still doesn't work, it still doesn't work." Yarman slowly straightened up, shook his head helplessly, and said helplessly as he looked at the machine that kept short-circuiting in front of him, "I just can't figure it out, it's giving me a headache."

Standing to the side, Vegapunk crossed his arms and sighed slowly, "The material strength is insufficient, the built-in chip of the synchronization device is too slow, the signal transmission device is ineffective, and the protocol design is unreasonable."

“The agreement is easy to resolve, but the materials are a problem!” Yarman sighed again. The two of them had been stumped by the device in front of them for three whole weeks.

Three weeks ago, the doctor presented the plan for the old and substandard goods market to the management committee. After three hours of discussion, the plan was approved, and the entire chat group immediately became excited. Within just one week, more than 5000 trillion transaction points were officially agreed upon between different worlds.

As for how much was secretly accomplished, no one knows, but what is certain is that it is an astronomical figure.

However, some previously insignificant problems were rapidly exposed under such circumstances. For example, the different time flow rates between different worlds. Although everyone used the chat group time for shipping, the contract channel did not, as it used the sender's time system.

The sender said it would arrive in three days, but the recipient waited for three years and it still hadn't arrived. When asked about the ratio of the sender's local time to the chat group time, they discovered that the sender was using a one-day-to-one ratio, while the recipient was using a one-year-to-one ratio.

This difference in time flow severely dampened the enthusiasm of chat groups for using the contract channel. Compared to waiting for delivery for several years after shopping, it's better to spend more money to use the chat group channel.

That's alright, the flow of time is just a minor issue, nothing serious. But what follows is a major problem: the law vibrations that occur in the receiving world after the container passes through the contract channel.

Many small worlds with unstable spaces suffered damage as a result, and had to spend huge sums of trading points to exchange for the world's origin in order to repair their worlds. These trading points were jokingly referred to as "delivery fees".

Stunned by these two major issues, the enthusiasm of many worlds in the chat group for sending contracts through the channel plummeted. Instead, the advertising section, which was originally just an attachment, became increasingly popular, with more and more worlds starting to advertise and promote their various products.

Faced with this situation, Yarman naturally couldn't just stand by and watch, so he began to develop a passageway gate, a device that could be placed on both sides of the contract passageway to completely block all negative influences, allowing only containers to enter and exit, and turning the passageway into a completely independent space.

However, the development of this device was more difficult than he had imagined; there were too many problems to solve.

"Let's try again. If it still doesn't work, I'll think of another way." Yarman looked at the machine in front of him and said slowly after a long silence. If it really didn't work, then they would have to ask other people to come in, such as Dumbledore, Lin Yi, Tesla, or the Cthulhu universe.

“Then let’s try again, sir.” Vegapunk nodded and began preparing new materials.

The two stood in front of the blueprints, gesturing at the design sketches before them, and finally redesigned a plan. They then began manufacturing based on the plan.

Soon, a brand-new machine appeared in front of the two. Under their expectant gazes, it slowly started up. After running normally for half an hour, just as the two were about to celebrate their success, black smoke billowed out.

"Bong!"

"..."×2

"Alright, no need to waste materials. I'll contact them and then hold a seminar to discuss how to proceed. This project is too big for me to handle alone. Let's split it up." Yarman forced a smile at Vegapunk, muttering to himself as he tried to reassure himself.

Vegapunk stood regretfully to the side, looking at the machine before him. He was certain that their design was sound, but the three major problems—materials, chips, and signal transmission devices—were like three mountains weighing down on them, preventing them from making any progress.

He found a chair, sat down, opened the chat group, found his small group chat with a few others, posted his question, and simultaneously sent them unlimited point-based travel invitations. Then…

Lindal: I have to help you with this, bro! I'll be in your world in an hour!

Dumbledore: +1, coming right away!

Veronica: +1, coming right away!

Scranton: +1, coming right away!

Lin Yi: +1, coming right away!

Tesla: +1, coming right away!

Im: +1, coming right away!

Princess Aurora: +1, coming right away!

Shang Huang: +1, coming right away!

Yarman: ...Goodness, you guys always say you're too busy when I call you, but now that I mention projects or contracting, you all jump out at once. You really are my good brothers and sisters!

Lin Yi: You usually just come over to drink and brag, what else can you do? Everyone's pretty busy, but now that you're in trouble, of course we'll do our best to help you! You guys agree, right?

Dumbledore: Of course! How can we stand idly by when our brother is in danger?

Tesla: +1, me too!

Princess Aurora: +1, me too!

Tesla: +1, me too.

Yarman: Alright, alright, stop pretending. There's nothing I can do about this. If you want to come and help, then come on over, but let's make it clear first, no messing around, understand?

Everyone: ...

The next second, nine spatial portals appeared in the laboratory, and nine people dressed in different clothes walked out. Lin Yi, who was wearing a Taoist robe, looked around as soon as he came out. He said with interest, "This place is not bad! Let me see. Tsk tsk, these precise machines are really impressive!"

"If you can pay off your debt quickly, I'll get you a brand new one right away!"

"Then let's forget about it." Upon hearing this, Lin Yi decisively shook his head. He knew he couldn't repay the borrowed money anytime soon, and even if he could, he definitely wouldn't. He would repay it on time.

"This is the channel gate you developed yourself? It looks quite impressive!" Tesla slowly picked up the still-smoking instrument from the table, examined it in his palm, and nodded thoughtfully.

Yarman shook his head helplessly. "The design is definitely fine, but everything else is problematic, and the problems are huge. I can't handle it."

The group exchanged glances and immediately understood: if they could handle it themselves, they wouldn't have called them.

As he spoke, Yarman glanced at Scranton beside him and said irritably, "Weren't you exploring your new world, you busy man? How come you have time to come and help?"

“Things have priorities. I’ve already completed the initial exploration over there, so there’s no rush,” Scranton said with a hint of pride. Then, he was stunned by the intense gazes of the people around him.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Lin Yi smiled and stepped forward, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I think you really need help, so I thought I'd help you out."

"Indeed, indeed!"

"That's what I think too."...

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I'll post the world coordinates of that world in the chat group in seven days, okay?" Scranton finally gave in after being pressured by everyone.

"That's good. Let's study the passage gate first! After that, we'll set up a committee to manage all the issues related to this gate. Let Yarman be the chairman!"

"That would be best!" ×8

Chapter 230: I heard someone wants to start a new chat group?

With the collaborative efforts of the nine people, the prototype was quickly completed. After testing and confirmation that it was fully qualified, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next step was mass production. The problem of going from zero to one had been solved, and the rest was easy. The production line could be assembled by everyone.

Sitting in the conference room, everyone drank, ate, and chatted.

"Old Lin, I heard you have several planetary-level worlds under your control," Scranton asked casually, sipping his champagne and glancing in Lin Yi's direction.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi decisively shook his head, "No, the largest world I have is only an eight-planet world. I don't have any planetary system-level worlds. However, speaking of this matter..."

He slowly raised his head. "Does any of you have other planetary-level worlds under your control?"

"..."×9

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the scene instantly fell silent. The atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse. Seeing this, Lin Yi spoke again: "I'm telling the truth. Who has a planetary-level world under their control? I need to confirm one thing."

"..."×9

The others still stared blankly at the others. They really didn't have any planetary-level worlds under their control, not a single one, and some didn't even have more than seven planets.

"Really not a single one?" Lin Yi looked at the bewildered crowd, his expression suddenly changing. If they didn't have a single planetary world under their command, where were all the other planetary worlds in the group? They were never seen speaking in the group chat, as if they didn't exist.

No, they might all be like them, creating their own little groups, banding together for mutual support, gathering strength, and waiting for the day they can overthrow them.

Looking at Lin Yi, who was sitting silently in the chair, Yarman looked at him and asked slowly with a hint of suspicion, "You've asked so many questions, is it because you've thought of something?"

“I do have some guesses about that.” Lin Yi nodded seriously and said solemnly, “I’ve noticed that the newly joined planetary-level worlds in the group seem to have all banded together.”

"..."×9

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly tense. They suddenly realized that something seemed to have happened to the chat group they thought they knew so well!

Moreover, this turn of events is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to them!

After a long silence, Dumbledore looked at Lin Yi and said, "What evidence do you have for this?"

“I haven’t found concrete evidence yet, but I believe they’ve definitely banded together, and may even have formed a small group!” Lin Yi raised his head slightly, the warm fluorescent light shining on him, but it couldn’t dispel the coldness emanating from him. “Do you remember the previous currency incident?”

"The currency event?" Dumbledore sat in his chair, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "You mean the sudden collective issuance of currencies by those planetary-level worlds? Wasn't that something you orchestrated?"