I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [298]

The first month since the end of the Sealing Era.

According to plan, the Demon King’s army, after a cursory round of reconnaissance, launched a full-scale advance at the front lines.

Battle reports from the front soon began pouring into the demon capital.

And—unsurprisingly—they were nothing but bad news.

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Demon King’s Palace – War Council Hall

Of the original nine demon generals, only four still stood within the chamber.

Secretary Harudo began reading from the report in his hands, his voice heavy.

“First, from First General Aegna’s front. Chosen as the main point of attack by the human forces, General Aegna’s whereabouts are currently unknown. The fortress has been wiped off the map. Of the seventy thousand stationed troops, we have no reports of survivors.”

“Second General Shanadory’s line was not hit immediately, but her agents embedded within human society have begun transmitting intel via telepathy. I’ve ordered her to hold position and await further orders.”

“And next is you, Third Legion Commander Guhao.”

At this point, Harudo’s expression sharpened noticeably.

He turned a piercing gaze on the rugged general, Guhao, who stood hesitating, shifting uneasily where he was.

“Who gave you permission to retreat? An overnight withdrawal of 130 kilometers, abandoning thirteen cities, placing millions of demon civilians at the mercy of the human blade. Guhao, do you realize what you've done?!”

The grizzled general sighed heavily, his voice deep and weighted.
“…I’m sorry. I was just… afraid. I was scared my legion would be wiped out, so when I sensed danger, I ordered the retreat immediately.”

“A valid reason, is it?” Harudo adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, then gave Guhao a cold, bone-deep smile.

“But this is a war of annihilation. When the Demon King’s War Office issues a command, there is no negotiation. No argument. Even if there’s a cliff ahead, your duty is to march your troops straight over it.”

“That is the example of a true demon soldier. That is the foundation for even the slightest hope we have of winning against humanity. Today, you shrink from danger; tomorrow, someone else will abandon the fight for profit. What future is there for our kind?”

“Therefore…”

Harudo paused, then declared, his voice brimming with grief and severity:

“Second General Guhao, for hesitating on the battlefield and retreating in defiance of orders, is hereby stripped of his title and placed under military detention.”

“The position of Legion Commander will pass to the deputy, who is to maintain formation on-site and await further orders.”

Without sparing even a glance at the ashen-faced Guhao being dragged away, Harudo swept his gaze over the remaining generals.

His voice grew hoarse. Cold.

“Gentlemen, let me be perfectly clear: we are suffering complete collapse across every front. Humanity, in the ten years since the seal went up, has apparently developed terrifying new technologies.”

“Massive golems. Flying constructs by the dozen. Except for the Ninth Legion under ‘Hei,’ the rest of our legions have all taken severe losses. Virtually no fortress has held.”

“From what I can responsibly estimate, if humanity were to commit to an all-out assault, our entire defensive line would last no more than seven days before they reached the gates of the Demon King’s city.”

“So—upon return to your respective territories, mobilize every resource you can. Focus on preserving what forces you have. Engage in limited skirmishes. Wear down the enemy where possible. Do not prioritize land or cities—focus on lives.”

The remaining generals gave silent nods and, with their orders in hand, turned and walked from the council hall toward the teleportation chambers.

Once all had left—

A clear, lilting voice rang out from the Demon King’s throne, which had appeared empty until now.

“How pathetic.”

“Your Majesty!” Harudo immediately dropped to one knee.

“All orders have been issued as per your command.”

The Demon Prince—legs crossed, eyes closed—gave a slight nod. “Mm. That should at least buy us a bit more time before the next assault.”

“Majesty...” Harudo looked up at her—this being who made one feel compelled to kneel simply by sitting there—hesitating, as if he wanted to ask something, but held back in the end.

“You want to ask why I don’t simply go to the front lines myself and stabilize the battlefield.”

The Demon Prince—now a god—heard his unspoken thoughts instantly.

“...”

Harudo said nothing.

“Ah... no need to hide it.” The Demon Prince casually plucked a ball of spider silk from her chair, playing with it as she sighed.

“I already went—with Ninth Legion Commander Hei—to their oldest city. We met their leader. I saw firsthand their military capability.”

Harudo’s eyes lit up. He looked to the Demon Prince’s crimson eyes, hoping to glimpse something encouraging.

“My original plan was a recon-in-force. If their defenses were thin, Hei and I would tear through them. If they were strong, we’d engage lightly, then retreat once teleportation magic was complete.”

“We thought it was flawless. After all, I’ve crossed the line between human and god. I am a divine administrator of this skill system. And Hei… Hei is an ancient black dragon, one of the progenitors of all dragonkind’s genetic code on this planet. An even older god than I.”

Hearing this, even Harudo was stunned.

He opened his mouth to speak—but no words came.

“Do you know what made us retreat?” the Demon Prince asked, eyes narrowing in recollection.

“...”

Harudo shook his head. “No need, Your Majesty. I understand your difficulty.”

“Then let me ask: Do we demons have any chance of winning this war?”

“Hm... One in ten,” the Demon Prince answered without hesitation. “And that one isn’t on the battlefield. It lies outside the battlefield—in a far larger war.”

Her eyes drifted upward, as if trying to pierce the palace dome and look to the distant heavens.

Where Evil God D and Zhongli the Dragon of Stone now faced each other.

From the moment Evil God D quit the game, the war between demons and humans ceased to matter.

What mattered now was the battle between those two supreme deities.

—Well, not that it has anything to do with me anymore.

The Demon Prince idly twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

Though she’d been infused with so much power not her own by Evil God D, the strength and soul elevation remained.

Her original goal had been simple: to save Sariel.

Whether Zhongli won, or Evil God D did, she had secured a promise—Sariel would be saved.

Her goal was complete.

Everything else—this role she continued playing as Demon King—was just momentum. Habit.

The war between humans and demons? Now that Evil God D had walked away and no longer compelled her, it had nothing to do with her.

She felt no love for humans. And she certainly didn’t feel anything special for demons, either.

She imagined Black Dragon Qulius felt the same.

Now, all that was left was to wait.

To wait for this absurd game to end, so she could take Sariel and leave this sorrowful world.

Find another planet. Start over.

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In the distant sky—

A giant star continued to burn, shining eternal light and heat.

On the far side of one of its natural satellites—hidden from view—Evil God D lounged in a room piled high with game cartridges, styled like an old Japanese bedroom on Earth.

Before her, for some reason still connected to power despite the vacuum of space, was a 100-inch TV.

Behind her stood Zhongli, who had silently observed her gaming for the last ten minutes.

Ten more minutes passed.

As the screen faded to black, Evil God D stretched languidly, her snow-pale waist arching with feline grace. She leaned on one hand, finally turning around—

And fixed her gaze on Zhongli.

“So you’ve arrived.”

Her tone was utterly neutral.

“It’s been seventeen minutes and thirty-six seconds,” Zhongli replied, voice calm and exact. “Since you abandoned the game and invited me for this... meeting.”

“Zhongli.” Evil God D’s crimson eyes gleamed with light like dawn in the depths of night. She studied him, as if trying to see through him completely.

“Speak,” Zhongli said politely, extending a hand. “If it’s surrender you seek, I’ll accept it.”

“No.”

Evil God D’s voice was firm, resolute. “Absolutely not.”

“This game—I merely left midway. Like losing internet in a MOBA or an FPS match. If the connection cuts and you win, it doesn’t really count as a win, does it, Zhongli?”

“A loophole in the wording of our contract?” Zhongli blinked, clearly not expecting that from her.

“Just a disconnect bug,” she said, lips curling faintly.

“So you're saying there’ll be no victor?” Zhongli turned his gaze toward the planet below, where the war still raged. “Don’t you think it’s... cruel? The mortals down there are fighting a war sparked by your wager. Now you just say ‘I quit,’ and that’s the end of it?”

“And what should I do, then?” Evil God D’s faint smile didn’t waver. “Go down there and help the doomed demon side win?”

“What a bother.”

“Even my interventions are limited by this world’s energy framework. The effort required is immense. I don’t have that kind of time to waste on a single planet.”

Zhongli pressed his fingers together, feeling the fine dust of the moon’s surface crumble.

“Evil God D... Has anyone ever told you that your behavior is extremely distasteful?”

“Of course they have,” she replied smoothly, without a hint of emotion. “Many times, in fact. But I am Evil God D.”

Her voice echoed like a divine wind from higher dimensions—impossible to ignore, impossible to comprehend.

This was the Voice of Heaven, spoken only from one god to another.

“I am the Warden of the Underworld, Sovereign of Souls, Mistress of the Yomi-Naraku Dimension, the Gravekeeper of Gods and Mortals, Harmonizer of the Abyss.”

“I am one of the Three Pillars of the Universe, the Deity venerated by all gods of the Netherworld.”

“The Ancient of Ancients. The Primordial Old One.”

“I am Death.”

“I am DERTH!!!”

Such was her proclamation. Radiant and terrifying.

The voice traveled across the cosmos, shaking the firmament.

“My will shall be done.”

“My thoughts shape reality.”

“The Creator favors me. The cosmos crowns me. Dragon princesses sing for me. Angel kings flee before me.”

Her gaze—full of cryptic meaning—fell upon Zhongli.

“So, Zhongli the Dragon of Stone... do you understand now?”

Zhongli gave a quiet nod.

“I understand. Deeply.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

As if he’d seen something ridiculous—something so absurd, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, in the end…”

He looked at her scarlet pupils and smiled.

“You’re just a spoiled child. Obsessed with your own will, indifferent to justice or others’ existence.”

“Our contract stands. You accepted it.”

“You may surrender—that’s fine. But if you break the contract…”

Zhongli’s eyes closed.

When they opened again, a breath later—

“You should know.”

“A contract once formed—those who break it shall suffer the judgment of stone.”

The moment the words left his lips—

The fabric of the stars began to collapse.

Earth, fire, wind, and water dissolved into primordial chaos.

And in the swirling void, a pair of vast, pale-golden eyes slowly opened.

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