With the analysis of the Transmigrator Group Chat complete, a massive amount of information flooded into Ian's consciousness. The coordinates of countless worlds spread out before him like a tapestry of stars.
By combining his own perception with the information Leon had previously mentioned, he could deduce several of them. There were worlds such as Naruto, Cyberpunk, Sea-Tiger, All Tomorrows, World of Warcraft, Under One Person, and Pacific Rim.
There were also the worlds where transmigrators from before Leon joined had gone: One Piece, Under One Man, Berserk, Jujutsu Kaisen, Don't Starve, and Blood Cross.
Beyond these, there were worlds that the Transmigrator Group Chat had scouted but never dared to connect with due to extreme danger or unique rules—worlds like the Marvel Universe, the DC Universe, and the World of Beheading Gods.
Furthermore, a batch of worlds had been shattered or left incomplete after being caught in the crossfire of the great war of the previous era caused by that mad transmigrator. These included Noita, Soul Knight, Mr. Vampire, My Date with a Vampire, Bleach, and Qin's Moon.
Thousands of world coordinates presented themselves to Ian like an infinite treasure map. The power levels of these worlds spanned a vast range; some were merely dust that he could extinguish with a flick of his finger. However, there were also those whose deep-seated rules or top-tier combatants could faintly pose a threat to his current true body.
While Ian was organizing this coordinate information, he noticed that the core of the group chat—the originally dim and shattered orb of light—had actually brightened slightly after being analyzed by the Transmutation Tablet. A sliver of extremely weak, highly fragmented consciousness was reconsolidating within it.
As soon as this consciousness awoke, it instinctively sensed the vast, boundless power of Ian and the Transmutation Tablet. A surge of inexpressible excitement and agitation flowed through the damaged orb like an electric current.
'What immense power! It even... seems to have surpassed that terrifying transmigrator who nearly destroyed me back then!'
The consciousness was thrilled. But immediately after, it realized its own current state. Why was it still so broken and tattered? The functions of the group chat were almost entirely lost, and there were only a handful of members left.
'Could it be... has another lunatic appeared who slaughters fellow group members?'
It instinctively began to scroll through the group chat's recorded information. A moment later, a sense of embarrassment permeated the orb. It turned out that the source of power for the unfathomably strong being in front of it did not rely on the group chat at all. This person came with their own cheat, and their world system was incredibly powerful.
Its own meager, broken functions were likely not even worth mentioning to him.
Before this newborn consciousness could figure out anything more, an irresistible force forcibly stripped it from the core framework of the group chat. The power of the Transmutation Tablet held it steadily, suspending it in front of Ian.
Ian looked at the faintly glowing, crack-covered orb. The Transmutation Tablet transmitted information at the right moment, allowing him to understand the origin and nature of this consciousness. This was the remnant of the hazy consciousness that had occasionally birthed and been shattered over the long years of the group chat's existence.
"So, you are the Group Chat itself?"
Ian's thought probed directly into the light orb. The orb trembled slightly, transmitting a faltering, awe-filled thought.
"Great Being, I am... the consciousness of the Group Chat..."
Its thoughts were chaotic, and its linguistic abilities seemed to have suffered significant damage. Ian didn't push further with questions; the information parsed by the Transmutation Tablet was already detailed enough. He continued to examine the world coordinates and soon discovered a serious problem.
According to the deep analysis of the Transmutation Tablet and the feedback from this remnant consciousness, the vast majority of worlds that had ever had contact with the group chat—especially those that had experienced the catastrophe of the previous era—had completely flagged the group chat's power signature. The dark and chaotic attributes remaining after being polluted by the mad consciousness were like a stain that could not be washed away.
The world wills of these universes, or the powerful entities within them, had already come to view the group chat as a "virus" or a "source of pollution." The Transmigrator Group Chat had been blacklisted by countless worlds.
"In other words, many worlds no longer welcome you," Ian said, looking at the orb with a hint of scrutiny.
The shattered orb shrank back, transmitting a sense of grievance and helplessness.
"Yes... they... reject..."
Now living under someone else's roof and facing a being like Ian, it appeared incredibly weak and subservient.
The Transmutation Tablet provided further prompts, explaining that this dark attribute taint was deep-seated. Even if the group chat selected new transmigrators in the future, those individuals would be affected by this dark power in the dark. This would cause their situations in their respective worlds—especially those that were already dark and difficult—to become even more perilous, making it easier to draw the world's targeting and malice.
"Look at the mess you've made," Ian said to the orb, making it tremble even more violently.
What was more troublesome was that once a transmigrator died in a certain world, the dark power originating from the group chat contained within their soul would spill out and be captured by that world. This further intensified the world's vigilance and defense mechanisms.
If Ian tried to travel to these worlds using the group chat's existing methods, he would likely immediately feel the hatred and rejection from the world itself. While he could forcibly ignore the rejection of most world wills with his current power, the travel process would certainly not be pleasant. It would hinder his ability to quietly integrate into the world, observe its rules, and develop believers.
If he chose to showcase his power from the start and force his way in against the world's rejection, a lack of control could easily lead to rule turbulence or even the total collapse of those fragile worlds. This was not the result Ian wanted.
Just then, the Transmutation Tablet provided a solution, constructing a stream of information directly in Ian's consciousness. Since the group chat's channel was polluted, he should simply bypass it.
Using the new ability gained from the analysis—actively sensing and locating other worlds, including those with transmigrators—Ian could replicate his own information. This replicated information was not a simple clone, but a "seed" containing a sliver of his essential brand.
By casting this "seed" into the target world, the information seed could then use the local matter of the target world to condense a brand-new body. Or, an even more convenient way was to directly find a body in that world that had already died and whose soul had left, then occupy it and take its place.
The Transmutation Tablet followed up with a crucial piece of information: the Transmutation Tablet's information was already deeply branded into Ian's soul and essential information. Therefore, every piece of information "seed" he copied naturally carried a sub-functional version of the Transmutation Tablet. Although it was a sub-unit, its functions were as comprehensive as the original, possessing the core EMC conversion and mod invocation capabilities.
This proposal caused Ian's thoughts to suddenly clear, and his eyes lit up.
'Not bad! This method is great!'
This way, no matter the power level of the target world or how strange the rules were, as long as his information seed successfully descended and condensed a body, it would be equivalent to starting with a built-in super golden finger. With the power of the Transmutation Tablet sub-unit, he could directly steamroll most ordinary worlds. This could be treated as a different kind of leisure and relaxation.
As for those exceptionally powerful worlds marked by the group chat, like Marvel or DC, and those high-energy universes the group chat had never touched, he could simply descend with his true body and use absolute power to explore or conquer.
By combining both methods, efficiency, safety, and entertainment could all be guaranteed. Ian's mood instantly became cheerful. Thousands of worlds waiting to be explored had now opened their doors to him.