A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"...It wasn't me, I didn't touch it at all!" Lin Yi replied helplessly. He was busy organizing the future development direction and specific plans of his world, and also collecting the borrowed money. He didn't have time to manage it at all. Besides, his position as group leader had been suspended, so what else could he do?

"But this question doesn't prove anything, does it?" Tesla said slowly. The centralized implementation of currency doesn't prove anything, and it was Lin Yi who opened this door.

Hearing his words, Lin Yi shook his head helplessly, "That's why I said I have no evidence to prove it, but I have a feeling that they definitely have their own small group, and they are also trying to recruit other worlds to participate."

"..."×9

Seeing the crowd fall silent again, Lin Yi slowly turned to Yarman and asked, "What do you think?"

“I don’t know, but I think it’s worth keeping an eye on,” Yarman said slowly, resting his head on his hand. “We can use the group management committee’s authority to investigate these people. What do you think?”

"can!"

"I agree!"...

With everyone's approval, a secret plan quietly appeared in the group management committee's taskbar. Instructions were issued to every position in the chat group, and a massive amount of information was gathered at the core of the chat group. After being filtered through the traffic pool, it was summarized into a report.

Looking at the freshly printed report in front of him, Yarman read it carefully and slowly said, "Old Lin, your guess is wrong. They did indeed collude to form a small group, but not one, but two! They built two groups in the form of a chat group, a core group and a regular group."

As he spoke, he placed the report on the table, made nine copies, and pushed them towards the crowd. "There are already 483 people in the general group and nine in the core group, including four planetary-level beings and five beings at or above the seventh planet level!"

This sparked a huge uproar. Everyone was instantly outraged. We can build our own small groups, but that doesn't mean those newcomers to the world are entitled to that. Besides, their behavior clearly indicates that they want to establish their own system!

"Stop arguing and think of what to do!" Yarman tapped the table, looking at the crowd discussing amongst themselves. "We need to find a way to dismantle their alliance, otherwise, we'll be the ones who get dismantled."

"Find any excuse and cripple them?" the Shang Emperor said domineeringly, arms crossed, coldly adding, "If they dare to disobey, then kill them all! Then we'll divide all the resources among ourselves."

Upon hearing his absurd words, Princess Aurora immediately retorted, "No, this alliance is too large. If we wipe them all out, it's impossible to keep the news from leaking out. If it does, all the multiverse markets we've worked on for so long will be ruined, and other worlds will also become disloyal."

Veronica sat in her chair, saying nothing. No matter what she did, the Cthulhu universe would definitely be fine. In a world of that magnitude, it was practically impossible to die. Besides, she didn't have much autonomy anymore; the three gods had already stripped her of it.

In contrast, Scranton was different. His world was too chaotic, and many people did not follow him. Especially after he began to revise the laws of his world, he had more and more enemies.

Sitting in his chair, Scranton said slowly, "So what do we do? We can't just sit here and do nothing, can we?"

“Applying external force is definitely not going to work, but if we can use our internal energy…” Linard said, slowly raising his head to look at Im not far away, “we can penetrate their ranks and turn them into a mess!”

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" Im immediately realized what was going on and said, "I only have five planets! And I just finished a civil war, I have absolutely no energy left!"

“So, let’s go together!” Linnard revealed a cold smile. He said indifferently, “Let’s find an opportunity to infiltrate and turn them into a mess! As for your claim of not having the resources, then we should go even more. Their treatment is quite good!”

Upon hearing this, Im immediately woke up. She picked up the report and looked at it carefully, and was overjoyed. This treatment was indeed excellent; resources were provided every month, and in such a large amount!

Seeing that Im was interested, Yarman slowly said, "If you two are willing to go, the management committee will also provide you with resources, three times the amount they would give you." After saying that, he slowly looked at the others.

Yes! ×4

“…Okay, I’ll go with Lyndon!”

Chapter 231: I Await Your Response, Yarman

"Then let's say goodbye."

"Yes, I'm leaving now."...

Watching the departing crowd, Yarman glanced at the empty bottles and trash scattered on the table, shook his head helplessly, gently pulled out his staff from his robes, and swept it lightly across the table, instantly making it spotless.

He glanced at Im, who was still sitting to the side, and said calmly, "What's wrong? Aren't you going back? I remember there are a lot going on in your world right now, and I've already sent reinforcements. You won't need the money so quickly, will you?" As he spoke, he looked up at Im, "Still struggling with that matter."

"...Don't think of me as so naive. I took that task voluntarily. In fact, I should thank you for getting me a subsidy from the management committee." Im shook his head and said gently. Originally, this was a matter for everyone, and theoretically there was no such thing as a subsidy.

This is more like an obligation, something that members of the faction should do, since they usually enjoy the resources, subsidies, and procurement reductions within the faction.

Yarman sat back down in his chair, fiddling with the gate in his hand, and said with his head down, "Then what are you still doing here? Hurry up and go back and get ready, or do you want to get something from me..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a soft, wet touch on his face.

Seeing Yarman jump up from his chair like a cat with its fur standing on end, Im slowly straightened up and said with a smile, "It's just a thank you, there's no need to be so nervous, is there?"

“…Sigh, you…you call me like this, never mind, don’t do this again.” Yarman sighed helplessly. He touched his cheek and sighed again. He understood Im’s true meaning, but he didn’t know how to handle it. After all, he was already a married man.

Even if he were to respond to Im, he should consult Mostima and seek her opinion before making a decision, rather than giving a response arbitrarily, given that neither of them are ordinary individuals.

Im and he are both administrators, or leaders, of a world, while Mostima is the time administrator of Terra. If this were to cause trouble, it would be far more exciting than a typical family drama.

If we're not careful, we might end up destroying several starship clusters, or even several planets. Who could stand that?

Seeing Yarman deliberately avoiding her, a look of disappointment flashed in Im's eyes. She sighed, casually opened a portal in the air to return, and left with her last words, "You know what I mean, and you know my personality. I look forward to your response, whatever it may be."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the portal under Yarman's complicated gaze, disappearing into thin air.

"Sigh, this whole thing is really messed up!" Yarman sat slumped in his chair, shaking his head with a wry smile. It's a complicated matter that can't be settled easily. When the accounts are thin, it's fine; you can get away with it. But once the accounts get thick, it becomes a tangled mess that's impossible to untangle.

What he needs to do now is to sort out this messy situation, and he absolutely must sort it out.

"Sizzle~~~ Clang."

The conference room door opened gently, and Vegapunk walked out slowly. Looking at Yarman, who was propping his head up with his right hand and looking helpless, he joked, "What's wrong? Is there a fire in the harem?"

"Well, you could say that." Yarman slowly raised his head, looked at the stunned Vegapunk, and said with a hint of anticipation, "Vegapunk, have you ever invented an emotion-processing computer?"

“No… but there is something similar,” Vegapunk said calmly, sitting opposite him.

"what?"

“A fully automated castration machine can castrate an animal in just fifteen seconds,” Vegapunk said calmly. “Sir, you are a man. The one who likes you and causes you so much trouble must be a certain lady. As long as you remove your own parts, I believe you can solve the problem at its root.”

"..."

Yarman looked at Vegapunk in disbelief and said absurdly, "I sought out this machine to solve the problem without affecting myself, but you want me to castrate myself... Isn't that using suicide to protect myself? We can't protect ourselves with ourselves."

“Then there’s nothing I can do.” Vegapunk shook his head, stood up and said, “But I can suggest that you go and explain this matter to Ms. Mostima frankly, and then discuss it.”

"It's better to say it now than to say it when it's too late to undo the damage, isn't it?"

Sitting in the chair, Yarman thought for a moment, then nodded seriously. "You're right. I'll go talk to her. Ugh, what a mess, how did it get like this?" With that, he left the Dreamland.

Watching Yarman leave, Vegapunk slowly shook his head, wishing him good luck.

Back in Canaan, Yarman paced back and forth at the tower's entrance, unsure how to tell Mostima about the incident, which was far too embarrassing.

"Sizzle~~~"

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Mostima looked at Yarman, who was pacing around outside the door, and slowly stepped aside, saying to him strangely, "He's gone mad again."

“This… is not it either.” Yarman strode into the tower, then turned and closed the door. He deftly took out his staff from his pocket and cast a spatial barrier around him.

Seeing Yarman's incessant movements, Mostima crossed his arms and frowned slightly, saying, "What exactly are you doing? You even set up a spatial barrier."

“No, we just wanted to talk about something.” Yarman took Mostima’s hand and led her to sit down on the sofa. Then, looking at Mostima’s face, he hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Looking at Yarman across from her, who seemed hesitant to speak, Mostima thought for a moment, "Is this situation awkward?"

"How should I put it? It's like... I don't know how to put it."

"...About what?"

"About our relationship, emotionally," Yarman said cautiously after a moment's thought.

Sitting on the sofa, Mostima slowly pondered the issues in their relationship. She felt there were no problems; Yarman treated her well, and he was always on time and in full. Apart from the fact that their power systems were different and they were too far apart to have children...

There doesn't seem to be anything else, so what other problems could there be?

"So what exactly is the problem? Just tell me, and we can discuss it together."

“That’s right, do you remember Im?” Yarman looked at Mostima, and when she nodded, he continued, “Didn’t I help her out of friendship? Now it seems that friendship has become a bit tainted.”

"You mean she likes you?" Mostima looked at the silent Yarman opposite her and nodded easily. "I see. I was wondering why she looked at you so strangely at the magic world's succession meeting the other day. When she saw me, she even deliberately avoided the two of us. Oh, I see!"

"……what?!"

"I noticed her a long time ago. Her gaze is always calm, no matter what she looks at. But when she looks at you, it's different. She looks like she wants to devour you. Tsk tsk tsk!"

Chapter 232: Scranton was almost killed by a trap

Looking at Mostima across from him, Yarman fell silent. He hadn't expected that she had already noticed everything.

Looking at the silent Yalman across from him, Mostima casually crossed his legs, leaned forward slightly, and said leisurely, "So, how do you plan to handle this matter?"

"I... I'll do whatever you say." After thinking for a long time, Yarman handed over the decision to Mostima. He would do whatever she wanted him to do. Not only was the stability of the backyard very important, but more importantly, the bond between him and Mostima made him not want to hurt her feelings.

"What if I let you reject her?"

"I'll refuse right away!"

Looking at Yarman across from her, Mostima was also pondering. This problem was really too difficult. If it wasn't handled properly, it would damage the relationship between the two of them and even ruin diplomatic relations with the One Piece world. Neither of these was a situation she wanted to see.

“You know, it’s one thing to go out and flirt with other women, but you had to go and provoke someone this powerful. It’s really a headache.” Mostima shook her head helplessly. After thinking for a moment, she held out her hand to Yarman, “Don’t you have her contact information? Give it to me, I’ll come and talk to her myself!”

“No, I don’t have that, but I have a travel ticket to her world. You can go there directly after you activate it,” Yarman said softly, looking at Mostima.

“…Alright then, get me one, I’ll go talk to her.” Mostima nodded helplessly, she didn’t want to say anything more, she just placed her hand in front of him.

Yarman took out a card and a travel ticket from his pocket, placed them in her hand, and looked at her with a puzzled expression, saying, "You should tell her before you go, right? This is your account card, registered under my name. You can use this to log directly into our chat window and then tell her."

"Alright, alright, that's settled then. I'll go tell her." Mostima said helplessly, taking everything with a strange expression. She sighed deeply, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

After sitting for a while, Mostima picked up the time travel ticket in her hand, gently activated it, and a spatial portal appeared in the tower's hall. She got up and walked towards it, saying, "While I'm gone, don't cause any more trouble."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't do anything reckless!"

…………

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked around listlessly. He should have been chatting with Mostima at this time, but she was gone to clean up his mess.

"Ugh, this is so annoying!" Yarman sat in his chair, bored out of his mind, when suddenly, Scranton shared the world coordinates of the newly discovered world in the chat group.

Looking at the world coordinates in front of him, Yarman was stunned for a moment. He looked at the chat group time and found that only three days had passed, and there were still four days left until the seven-day period. Why was it posted now?

Just as he was wondering, Scranton suddenly sent a message.

Scranton: This world is a deep place. I almost drowned just now, but luckily I was better than them and killed them. If you want to come over, be careful not to get killed. I'll go find a place to heal my wounds and sort out my loot.

Scranton: By the way, this world is a mashup. There are places where Lin Yi, Shang Huang, and you practice martial arts and cultivate immortality, as well as magic similar to Dumbledore, Princess Aurora, and even mechanical technology from Tesla's world. Of course, there are also some strange cultivation systems.

Scranton: Also, this world is a continental world, no, it should be called a stratified world. They don't exist as planets, but are composed of layers of platforms similar to continents. It's amazing, the whole world is like a mille-feuille, with one layer on top of another.

Scranton: The last sentence is, this world is called the Great Realm of Mountains.

After saying that, he fell silent, but his words caused a huge uproar in the small group of a few people.

Yarman: What happened? Scranton got killed?

Dumbledore: That world seems quite dangerous. Scranton was almost killed.

Emperor Shang: I'm planning to go see that world. Are there any fellow practitioners who would like to go with me?

Tesla: Count me in, I'm going to take a look.

Princess Aurora: It's been so long since I've moved, I'll go out and take a look, and maybe pick up some things to supplement the family income.

Lindal: I'll pass, I'm busy preparing for that project, I don't have time, you guys go ahead.

Lin Yi: I'll go too.

After another discussion, the group split up, carrying various equipment, and silently opened the portal to another world using the world coordinates, then stepped inside.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman pondered for a moment, took out a piece of paper, wrote down the reason on it, and then opened a spatial passage to that world. He put on a golden robe and slowly walked into it.

…………

The Great Realm of Mountains and Rivers, the Human Realm, the Eastern Region, the Great Li Dynasty.

"Boom!"

A portal quietly appeared in a secluded alley. Yarman, dressed in a golden robe, slowly walked out of it and casually closed the portal behind him. He looked around at the familiar blue brick and red tile architectural style, "I didn't expect to have come to the Old Lin World style area."

As he spoke, he walked out of the alley and observed the clothing of the people around him. With a slight movement of his right hand, a subtle magical fluctuation flashed by, and he transformed into an ordinary-looking Confucian scholar wearing a blue robe, with his hair tied up, holding a book, carrying a book box on his back, blending into the surrounding environment.

Walking slowly along the road, Yarman kept looking around at the bustling city. He couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Wow, this place is really amazing! It's so prosperous!"

"Excuse me, sir, please wait!"

Sensing the gaze directed at him from behind, Yarman slowly turned around. Looking at the handsome scholar behind him, dressed in fine clothes, holding a jade fan, and accompanied by a young page, he asked curiously, "Who are you?"

The handsome scholar stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, "My name is Zhang Wenjin. I can tell that you are not from Nanjiang. You are alone, carrying a book box and holding a book. You have no servant with you. I suppose you are also a candidate from out of town who has come to Nanjiang to take the imperial examination. Therefore, I have come to help you out."

“The imperial examination?” Yarman murmured, the word triggering a long-forgotten memory. Then, he shook his head decisively. “I’m not here to take the imperial examination. I just happened to be passing by.”

"Not for the imperial examinations... I see." Zhang Wenjin nodded, then cupped his hands in farewell. "Farewell!"

Seeing the scholar leave so decisively, Yarman was stunned. He stood there watching the two leave, blinking inexplicably. These two were really strange; he wondered what they did for a living.

Using a sliver of his senses, Yarman began to track the two. Soon, they arrived at a courtyard where a man dressed in black brocade robes and wearing a black mask stood.

Listening to Zhang Wenjin's report to the man, Yarman nodded thoughtfully. So this was the surveillance agency of the dynasty. As long as someone was found to be a superhuman, they would be monitored and controlled, and Zhang Wenjin was an agent.

Before he could finish listening, Yarman's senses were shattered by the man in black. Feeling his senses being destroyed, he smiled with interest.

Looks like this is going to be fun!