I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [301]

She emerged from the massive spider cocoon—larger even than the hollow spaces of the middle layers of the Great Elroe Labyrinth.

It was only then that Kumoko noticed: she’d shrunk considerably.

Her former half-human, half-spider form had disappeared. Now, she was entirely human.

—Whoa, that’s going to be a problem.

She mused casually to herself.

—I mean, spider eyes let me see way more. Two different sets of eyes meant two different fields of vision. Losing some of them all of a sudden feels kind of... off.

While her thoughts drifted aimlessly, Kumoko walked over to the dressing table nearby—something Zhongli had prepared in advance for her transcendence.

In the mirror stood a young girl with a beautiful face, not too different from how she’d looked in her past life.

Snow-white hair. Crimson eyes. White robes. In her hand, a jet-black scythe forged from her former spider limbs.

Pitifully beautiful, mesmerizing to behold.

—The same face as my previous life, huh. But my hair and eyes have changed color. And weirdly enough… my skin seems smoother too?

Without a direct comparison to her old self, Kumoko could only make an educated guess.

She combed through her hair lightly, following the habits she'd developed back on Earth.

Then came a voice she’d grown used to hearing of late—Zhongli’s calm, resonant tone.

“Awake, are you? Now that you’ve awakened, try sensing your new divine powers. Once you’ve adjusted, use the method I taught you to shift over to Earth.”

“I’m with someone important to you. We’re waiting.”

“Got it~~~!”

Kumoko responded brightly.

She reflexively tried to open her system skill panel—

—Huh?? Why won’t it open?

She blinked, then recalled: Zhongli had mentioned that after her soul evolved into its divine form, she would lose access to the system interface entirely. All the skills she’d learned through it would be gone.

From now on, if she wanted to use magic or abilities, she’d have to learn them from scratch and cast them herself. No more easy-mode spellcasting.

To be honest, she did feel a bit regretful.

—But…

She remembered something else.

—Zhongli did mention he’d made a transitional interface just for me.

Moved by the thought, Kumoko activated the new panel.

Unlike the old, complex system, this one was extremely minimal.

Besides basic stats like Attack and Defense, she only had two skills:

[Soul Ascension: Undying] — The absolute resolve not to die dominated your ascension. You have become an immortal deity. Even if every trace of you is annihilated, as long as your will to survive remains, you cannot die.

[Advanced Teleportation] — A skill taught by a higher being, tailored to your innate affinity for spatial magic. Allows near-limitless teleportation across the universe. (Sealed zones, certain special areas, or places never visited before remain inaccessible.)

—As expected, even as a divine being, I’m still terrified of dying.

She chuckled at herself—but joy bubbled up quickly.

After all, survival had always been her deepest obsession. Gaining true immortality? That was an absolute win.

She quietly savored her good fortune for a moment, then gauged the time. Following Zhongli’s instructions, she activated [Advanced Teleportation].

She reached into her soul to pinpoint Earth—and in the blink of an eye, almost without any noticeable change, she appeared in the middle of a bustling metropolis.

Crowds surged through towering buildings. People rushed about for paltry wages or cherished dreams.

This massive hive, known as Tokyo, buzzed with human effort.

Of course, she was the exception.

She strolled leisurely through alleyways, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

An old lady selling fruit on the corner. Elementary schoolers yelling as they sprinted home from class. A teenage girl in a short skirt—flawless skin, flashing a smile as she held her friend’s arm. A quarreling couple, hand-in-hand but silent, each clutching a phone. A sweaty middle-aged man with his arm around a schoolgirl young enough to be his daughter...

Cough cough~~~!

Yeah, let’s unsee that last one.

Still, the small discomfort didn’t affect her mood. Following the route she’d agreed upon with Zhongli—two streets down, a narrow path, two intersections—she finally reached a café she knew all too well.

Back when she was a high school JK in Japan, this quaint corner café had been her regular haunt.

Inside, old jazz played from a saxophone record. The barista looked to be in his fifties, visibly tired. No pretty part-timer girls. No handsome teenage boys.

The only memorable thing? The caramel pudding here was oddly delicious. She’d always had two servings.

Gently, she pushed open the unfamiliar yet familiar door. As the owner called, “Welcome,” her gaze swept the room—then landed on Zhongli, seated in a corner with a girl.

Her heart jolted. Her eyes lingered on the girl for two whole seconds—and a storm surged inside her.

Suppressing the turmoil, Kumoko stepped forward, sitting across from the black-haired schoolgirl.

“Oh, Kumoko.”

The JK greeted her lightly.

“Evil God… D.”

Kumoko licked her pale pink lips, eyes fixed on the girl who looked exactly like her. “Or should I call you Wakaba Hiiro?”

“Either is fine.”

Wakaba Hiiro stirred her coffee with a metal spoon, her tone even. “I thought you’d be more surprised.”

“Well…” Kumoko hesitated, then replied, “I’d already started to suspect.”

“I mean, if I used to be human, turning into a spider should’ve felt weirder. But I kinda liked being a spider.”

“And when I Appraised myself, there was no human name—unlike my classmates. That always struck me as odd.”

Wakaba’s lips curled into a faint smile, though her voice stayed flat.

“That was a clue I left behind. I didn’t think you’d catch it.”

“I noticed it. Just didn’t dwell on it.” Kumoko spoke calmly. “When surviving is that hard, wondering who you are or where you came from feels… premature.”

“A solid survival strategy.” Wakaba gave a soft clap, genuinely impressed.

“You guessed right. You weren’t one of the humans in the classroom. You were just a little spider, kept in a tank in the corner. Our homeroom teacher—sweet girl—found you just before you got squashed and decided to save you.”

“And then the attack happened. Everyone died. You included.”

“That’s when I got a bit… whimsical. I tore off a sliver of my own soul and wove it into your tiny spider spirit.”

“And that’s how you reincarnated in the Great Elroe Labyrinth.”

Kumoko listened in silence. Strangely, her heart felt no hatred. No pain. No anger for the life of hardship she’d endured.

Instead… she felt relief. Even a faint, inexplicable fondness for Wakaba Hiiro.

She didn’t know where that emotion came from, but… she didn’t dislike it.

“I honestly didn’t expect it,” Wakaba said, her gaze full of genuine affection. “That something I casually created could fulfill a wish I’ve held for so long.”

“You not only surpassed your limits to become a god—you even brought someone like Zhongli, the Dragon of Geo, into our universe. You’ve opened a path to transcendence.”

“Honestly, you might be the best thing I’ve ever made.”

Kumoko didn’t respond. But listening to the praise—however subtle—a small thrill welled up inside her.

She couldn’t bring herself to resent this being who had granted her self-awareness. The one who was, in a way, the mother of her soul.

In fact… part of her felt she might never want to escape this bond.

Clap clap~~~!

A crisp applause cut through the atmosphere.

Zhongli clapped lightly. “Well then, Kumoko. Evil God D. My role as intermediary ends here. The rest is up to you two.”

“I’ve other matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”

Before Kumoko could even react, Zhongli opened the café door, took a single step outside—and vanished completely.

“He’s probably off to check on that extraordinary species he’s been cultivating,” Evil God D explained casually, eyes still on Kumoko. “That power far exceeds any mortal race. It’s worth his attention.”

“But hey~~~! Let’s not talk about him.”

Her gaze slid down Kumoko’s form, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“Let’s talk about us instead.”

...

Meanwhile…

While Kumoko and Evil God D continued their cordial conversation, Zhongli returned—without a backward glance—to the planet housing the skill system.

Just as Evil God D had said, he still had loose ends to tie up. He wouldn’t be leaving this world yet.

Skill System Planet.

Human Territory.

Unified Human Alliance.

The Twin Gods, the Virgin God, and a host of Transcenders were gathered in council.

At this critical meeting—

A spatial ripple bloomed at the center of the room.

The Twin Gods and Virgin God tensed. The Transcenders immediately armed themselves and braced for combat.

“Please, lower your weapons.”

A calm, sonorous voice spoke before the teleportation fully completed.

“I haven’t come to fight.”

The voice resonated with a strange power—those who heard it instinctively believed its sincerity.

Even the Soul-Ascended High Transcenders weren’t immune.

By then, the Twin Gods and Virgin God had composed themselves.

They raised their arms, quieting the room, and bowed toward the empty air.

“Greetings, Great Dragon of Geo—Zhongli.”

Only then did the portal stabilize.

And out stepped Zhongli—just moments ago still on distant Earth.

“Greetings, you who have stepped beyond the bounds of mortality into the realm of the extraordinary.”

“I have come bearing your reward.”

His voice was soft, unhurried.

“As victors of this grand game, I shall now remove all your bindings.”

He lifted a hand and gestured gently.

A formless radiance descended over them all—weightless, invisible. As it touched the humans, it merged seamlessly into them.

Seconds later, the quicker-minded Transcenders checked their skill systems—

As expected, they could no longer open them.

Zhongli offered a slight nod to the Twin Gods, Virgin God, and the former hero and mentor of Transcenders, Julius.

Then with one step, he vanished.

The next moment, he appeared in orbit above the planet.

One more step—he passed through the world’s dimensional veil.

His gaze swept the cosmos—there, coiled outside the world, was his true form: a majestic dragon with seven crowned heads and fourteen pupils.

Zhongli wasted no time.

He exerted a little force—and his current body dissolved into a drop of condensed blood, merging into the vast dragon’s form.

The crowned dragon accepted the blood, gave a faint shake of its heads.

Its purpose in this universe fulfilled—there was no hesitation left.

It cast one final glance at the immense cosmos beside it—

Then with a graceful sweep of its tail, the dragon swam toward the far side of the void.

Toward a new beginning.

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T/N: volume ends!!

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