I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [299]

On the surface of the moon, shrouded in endless darkness and consumed by the abyss—

A tear had formed.

It wasn’t clear when it had appeared, but the moon’s surface had been split open as if reality itself were being ripped apart from the outside. The cosmic void around it cracked like shattered glass.

A sign of incompatibility—of this universe colliding with something that did not belong.

At the fringes of those cosmic fragments, the four fundamental forces born of the Big Bang—strong interaction, weak interaction, gravity, electromagnetism—twisted and spiraled endlessly.

And from the heart of those forces, a pair of pale golden eyes slowly emerged.

The moment they appeared, they engulfed the entire moon and the surrounding space. A gravity foreign to this universe itself began to overlap and rewrite the field.

Evil God D frowned as she stared at the enormous golden eyes above, then turned her gaze back to Zhongli the Dragon of Stone, who had just spoken those words.

The faint smile at her lips gradually faded.

“…What is that?” she asked softly.

“That—” Zhongli’s golden irises, identical to the ones in the sky, locked with hers. “—is me.”

“Come.”

He raised his hand ever so slightly and beckoned toward the sky.

The celestial eye rotated once, twice, then fixed its gaze on Zhongli.

The next moment—without a sound—the enormous pale-gold eye disintegrated. It collapsed into a fine, luminous golden liquid, which shimmered through the sunlight and flowed into Zhongli’s body.

The seemingly ordinary god was, in that instant, bathed in a soft golden glow that radiated throughout the void.

“Evil God D. Since you unilaterally broke our contract, I will now claim the price that you owe.”

His voice was calm. Emotionless.

Evil God D, however, had already regained her composure.

She smiled faintly, her tone steady and cold. “Just a small contract. Didn’t I already say it? In this universe, no one can make me pay the price of a pact.”

“Zhongli the Dragon of Stone, even if you’re a god from outside this cosmos—you are no exception.”

Her voice rang with absolute certainty. A statement drawn from her deepest belief as one of the primal deities of this universe.

“That’s something we’ll only know once we fight.”

Zhongli gave a slight shake of his head. Without a word, he raised a finger to the void—summoning a short, solid whip into his hand.

Then, without ceremony, he flicked it gently toward the moon beneath Evil God D’s feet.

BOOM—

CRACK—

A sharp, clean sound split the air. Before Evil God D could react, the moon beneath her feet began to spin like a top, compressed into itself, and launched into the depths of space.

The surreal sight made even Evil God D’s lips part in astonishment.

“We’ll call that Planetary Top Dispersion Whip. Maybe I’ll make a few more.”

Zhongli gave a relaxed smile, casually aiming the whip again—this time directly at Evil God D.

Within that whip, gravitational forces beyond all reason twisted and surged. Even she, ruler of death, could not ignore its might.

She stepped back into the darkness, retreating into the inner folds of the reverse-universe underworld.

A tide of infinite blackness surged forth, trying to swallow the incoming blow.

These were the very waters of the abyss—any single drop capable of converting an entire living planet into undead wraiths of the underworld. Yet before Zhongli’s whip, it was completely ineffective.

The tidal darkness twisted and scattered, bent away by the immense force of his strike.

Evil God D took another step back. Behind her, the realm of Naraku, the abyssal underworld, condensed into a veil-thin membrane.

She stood behind it, and instantly, the atmosphere around her shifted. It was no longer the same universe.

This was the veil between universes—between the material world and the spiritual inverse—and she, as goddess of the underworld, had invoked her authority to make the boundary of the Netherworld manifest.

Within the membrane, she was effectively inside the underworld.

And no matter how strong Zhongli’s power was, it could not cross from the material world into the reversed cosmos.

Zhongli sensed this and paused.

He stood before the barrier, considering for a brief moment. Then reached out once more—this time summoning a curious object that looked much like a flashlight.

“This is the Reverse-Universe Lamp,” he muttered.

“As long as it’s pointed at an open space, it can shine a path to the reversed universe—places like the underworld, or the dreamworlds that coexist with physical reality. I can probably add it into the system as a usable item.”

With that, he switched it on and pointed it toward Evil God D.

A beam of light burst forth, and at its tip, a road to the underworld opened.

Zhongli did not hesitate.

He raised the whip and struck again, this time directly at Evil God D’s face.

CRACK—

With a crisp snap, the whip—brimming with immense power—smashed straight into her beautiful forehead, shattering it completely.

White and yellow fragments sprayed into the void like shattered glass.

Her once-flawless form now looked grotesque in its ruin.

But Zhongli remained utterly calm. He raised the whip again.

CLANG—

This time, metal met metal.

Between Zhongli’s whip and Evil God D’s broken face, a small, pale-skinned girl had appeared—holding a long, pitch-black scythe.

“Hmm…”

Zhongli stepped back, observing her with caution.

She was dressed in a black-and-white Victorian maid outfit, with a calm, cold face. She showed no emotion at Evil God D’s ruined appearance, nor did she flinch under the force of Zhongli’s divine attack.

“You’ve arrived… Ming.”

Evil God D’s broken head twitched, regenerating swiftly. Within ten seconds, she was back to her calm, Earth-girl appearance.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The girl called Ming bowed slightly, then turned to face Zhongli.

“Miss D, if you would… please leave. I can’t ensure your safety during combat.”

“No,” Evil God D said, shaking her head. “I want to watch. Don’t worry—I can’t die.”

“…Very well. Please be careful,” Ming replied without further protest.

Then she lowered her scythe, eyes fully focused on Zhongli.

“Unknown god,” she said solemnly. “I have a proposal.”

Zhongli lowered his whip and nodded. “Speak.”

Ming the maid spoke gravely:
“What would it take for you to spare Miss D? You and she are not fundamentally enemies. With her forfeiture of this wager, you are free to claim your prize and be done with it.”

Zhongli shook his head.

“No… You don’t understand.”

“Miss Ming. What I am to gain from this contract—I will retrieve once our battle is done.”

He raised the whip once more.

“I am punishing her for violating our pact. This is my duty. Please don’t interfere.”

“I’m sorry. I am my master’s maid. It is my duty to stop you.”

Her tone was cool and detached, as though stating a law of nature—not issuing a threat.

CLANG—

The clash of metal-on-metal resounded across the airless void.

Her jet-black scythe—utterly matte, without a hint of shine—met Zhongli’s unassuming, pale-golden whip.

At the point of impact, the universe itself twisted.

The void trembled. A pinpoint rift—an infinitesimal void that had no place in this world—was born.

CLANG—

CLANG—

CLANG—

CLANG—

Their weapons clashed again and again. Every blow of Zhongli’s whip was precisely deflected by the maid Ming’s scythe. All the force contained in those strikes was absorbed, leaving no trace.

“Your technique… is not bad,” Zhongli said, stepping back slightly.

The maid didn’t respond.

Silently, she pivoted her scythe and launched herself toward him, feet gliding over a black platform of summoned darkness.

Zhongli flicked his wrist.

The whip left his hand—flying of its own accord to defend him—while he remained still, raising a single finger.

From the air, a pair of gloves appeared in his hand.

Earth, water, wind, fire—the four fundamental forces—coexisted perfectly in the fabric of these gloves.

“I’ll call this the One Punch Glove. It only delivers a single strike—but it should be quite something.”

He slipped them on.

The unified-field-enveloped gloves glowed faintly as he stepped forward and threw a punch.

BOOM—

A deep, dull rumble filled the cosmos.

The sheer force of the blow left Ming unable to brace herself.

In seconds, her entire body was hurled across the void, flung uncontrollably into the farthest reaches of space.

That punch carried the weight of ten thousand years of cultivation.

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T/N: bro isnt even using his powers... just what the humans made? i think?

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