On the other side, while the Titan army and the believers headed to various Warhammer parallel universes to execute their conquest missions, Ian's consciousness sank into the Transmutation Tablet within his body.
Just moments ago, the Transmutation Tablet had sent a slight vibration, as if some new information or function had been triggered. His consciousness entered that space—the familiar, bizarre realm composed of countless blocks. Sure enough, a clear message entered his perception directly.
The content of the message was roughly as follows: As the host's power continues to rise and the interference with the rules of the multiverse deepens, certain potential functions of the Transmutation Tablet have been unlocked. Now, the Transmutation Tablet has detected a special, unknown power within the host's body originating from another system.
The Transmutation Tablet asked Ian: Do you authorize the capture, analysis, and modularization of this power?
Ian fell into deep thought.
'A certain power within my body?'
The prompt from the Transmutation Tablet echoed in his mind, clear and precise. He examined himself; his power system was vast. The power originating from the Minecraft mods formed the foundation, indestructible and firm. Beyond that, he had delved into the power systems of many other worlds during his leisure time.
The mysteries of magic, the surge of Battle Qi, the fury of magnetic field martial arts—he had studied them all deeply, even deducing them to inconceivable realms, some even surpassing the limits of their native worlds. But to the powerful Transmutation Tablet, these powers shouldn't count as "unknown." They certainly shouldn't require his strength to skyrocket or the tablet itself to "upgrade" before they could be captured and analyzed. Those powers had long since integrated into his system, operating as naturally as breathing.
So, what exactly was the Transmutation Tablet referring to?
A thought suddenly occurred to him, and Ian understood.
The Group Chat!
Yes, it had to be that mysterious existence connecting transmigrators across the heavens and myriad worlds. Currently, though his power was incredibly immense—so much so that merely manifesting it could burst most universes—he still faced certain limitations when it came to exploring the unknown.
He couldn't sense the coordinates of worlds he had never had informational contact with out of thin air. To travel to a new universe, he needed at least a clue: an item from that world, a cultivation technique, or something similar. Then, he would need to detach from his current multiversal structure and enter the boundless, chaotic external void. Relying on that faint beacon, he would conduct a targetless search in the eternal nothingness.
This process could consume an unimaginable amount of time with no guarantee of success. The probability of finding a target was as slim as a mortal finding a needle in the ocean.
The Transmigrator Group Chat was different. It seemed to possess a capability that transcended conventional spatial laws, allowing it to directly lock onto and connect with transmigrators scattered across different universes. This was exactly the capability Ian craved.
His future growth required breadth; he needed to absorb more diverse rules and energies to complete his power. Relying solely on the mod powers provided by the Transmutation Tablet, while strong, seemed to be gradually reaching a bottleneck. He needed more "nourishment."
If he relied only on the current, nearly stagnant recruitment efficiency of the group chat, who knew how long he would have to wait? Since that fellow Leon went back online and stayed active for a bit, the group chat hadn't brought in a single new person. The efficiency was atrociously low.
He couldn't wait any longer; he had to take the initiative! By analyzing the group chat and mastering its core capabilities, he could make them his own.
Ian's mind was made up. He issued the command to the Transmutation Tablet: "Analyze the Group Chat!"
Hum—
The Transmutation Tablet responded immediately, presenting a stream of information: The target structure is unique, containing technologies such as cross-dimensional information anchoring. The analysis process will consume a massive amount of EMC.
'Massive?'
The Transmutation Tablet's standards had always been high. "Massive" to it would likely be an astronomical figure to any ordinary being. Ian's eyes flickered with a trace of caution. Although his EMC reserves could be called infinite, he didn't like surprises. To ensure everything went perfectly, it was better to top up his "wallet."
With a thought, his true body instantly detached from the scope of the Warhammer Multiverse and arrived in that endless, empty void. In an instant, countless projection clones were created by Ian, densely filling the vast expanse. Each clone tightly held a brilliantly glowing Klein Star.
Subsequently, a massive quantity of Infinity Blocks was taken out from the Transmutation Tablet. Under the catalysis of the Klein Stars, these blocks—representing the pinnacle of pure matter and energy—began a frenzied, multi-layered exponential tower growth.
In less than a day, an unimaginable number of Infinity Blocks floated in this empty space. Piled together, their total volume was no less than that of an entire complete multiverse! The light was blinding and the energy was surging, setting off stormy waves in the endless void.
With a wave of his hand, Ian threw nearly half of the Infinity Blocks directly into the Transmutation Tablet, converting them into EMC. The remaining portion was left to the tireless clones, allowing them to continue their eternal "mining" operation here as a backup energy reserve.
Having finished this, Ian's consciousness sank back into the Transmutation Tablet's interface. He selected the option to "Analyze Group Chat" and confirmed the execution.
In the next moment, on his interface showing a numerical value of EMC so large it was almost uncountable, a few digits in the latter half of the sequence experienced a tiny, almost imperceptible skip. Then, the analysis began.
Ian: "..."
He rubbed his nose in a bit of embarrassment.
Had he been a bit... too cautious?
The so-called "massive" consumption from the Transmutation Tablet was only at this level? If he hadn't been staring intently at the numerical changes, he might not have even noticed this minuscule consumption. It seemed his current "wealth" had far exceeded the Transmutation Tablet's definition of "massive."
Simultaneously, the group chat—now part of the analysis process—began to undergo a violent transformation. The originally simple group chat interface was instantly covered by countless frantically flashing, meaningless garbled characters.
[@#$%...&*!!!]
[System Error: ???]
[Warning! Unknown interference detected... zzt...]
In the group chat, the members scattered across different worlds who were actively building their territories were "blown out" by this sudden upheaval at almost the same time. The old chat interface blurred, replaced by a chaotic stream of data and ear-piercing static.
Some were shocked, some panicked, and some tried to post questions in the group.
"What the hell? What's going on? Why is my interface garbled?"
"What happened? Someone tell me!"
"Did we get censored or something?"
However, they soon discovered that the group chat was completely paralyzed. Everyone's "Send" button had turned gray; messages couldn't be sent. But soon after, they used the Power of Faith to contact Ian. Upon learning that the transformation was Ian's doing, they breathed a sigh of relief.