I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [232]

"Brother?"

That familiar voice made the golden-haired prince freeze in place.

It also brought the sorceress and the Alchemist of Gold, who had followed him inside, to a sudden halt.

A wave of confusion surged through the prince’s mind. Almost instinctively, he turned toward the source of the voice.

And then, he saw her.

A girl with short golden hair.

She wore the same style of clothing as him, the same colors. Her eyes, her brows—almost identical to his own.

Only their expressions differed.

The golden-haired prince’s face showed disbelief and shock, while the golden-haired girl’s was filled with excitement, exhilaration, and an unmistakable joy.

"Lumine?"

His lips trembled as he spoke, his mind going blank, unsure of what to say.

He could only call out her name in a whisper.

"It’s me, Aether."

Compared to her brother, Lumine remained far more composed.

"We’ve finally met again, brother."

The traveler’s initial shock and disbelief gradually gave way to happiness and relief.

But that joy did not last long.

His gaze soon fell on the figures standing behind Lumine.

Zhongli, Guizhong, Fu Hua… even the tiny Paimon floating by Lumine’s side.

The elation in his eyes faded, replaced by an unreadable calm.

His voice carried a trace of sadness, so subtle it was almost undetectable.
"Are you… really Lumine?"

"Of course I am."

Lumine found her brother’s reaction strange.

To her, in this moment, there was no one else in the world but him.

She took two steps forward, reaching out her hand, intending to take Aether’s.

But he stepped back—twice.

Avoiding her touch.

"Huh...? What’s wrong?"

Lumine lifted her gaze, looking at her brother with growing unease. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.

"Brother, why… why are you backing away?"

Aether was no stranger to this gesture.

Back when they traveled together, if Lumine ever looked at him with teary eyes like this, he could never resist. He wouldn’t even think of arguing with her.

But this time…

He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to say the words.

"Who are you, really? My sister, Lumine, has been sealed within the Abyss of the Crimson Moon all this time. Why… why do I know nothing about her escape?"

"Huh? The Abyss of the Crimson Moon?"

Lumine blinked in confusion. Then, shaking her head, she stepped forward again.

"I don’t remember where I woke up… but I am Lumine. That much is undeniable. Aether, do you really not recognize me?"

—Of course, I do! I know for certain that you’re my sister, but…

The golden-haired prince roared silently in his mind.

Yet, in reality, he took another two steps back.

Coldly, he drew his sword and pointed it directly at the girl before him.

"Why are you pretending to be my sister? Are you another pawn of the Heavenly Principles?"

"Huh??"

Lumine tilted her head in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

But in the next moment, she understood.

This boy standing before her was undoubtedly her brother.

And if he refused to believe she was truly herself, then there had to be a reason for it.

The reason…

Lumine’s gaze shifted past Aether to the two figures behind him—the sorceress with the crimson cloak, and the girl in the pale gold robe whose full appearance remained somewhat obscured.

And then there were the Abyssal Cryo Mages surrounding him, as if shielding him from harm.

"I see now, brother."

With that, Lumine drew her sword.

Her expression returned to its usual calm, and the earlier excitement of reuniting with her brother faded completely.

She took another look at the sorceress’s bare, slender legs beneath her crimson cloak and the fair, smooth skin of the girl in the pale-gold robe—soft yet undeniably resilient.

A few seconds later, she sighed inwardly.

—Thanks for the feast.

Regaining her composure, she raised her blade, a deep violet glow emanating from its corroded steel.

Gusts of wind coiled around her sword, gathering with increasing intensity.

"Very well, brother. If you refuse to acknowledge me as your sister, then let our blades do the talking."

Her voice was steady yet unwavering.

"Just like our training battles from before."

"But this time, I’m going all out. If you lose, that’ll make 387 defeats for you—two more than me."

"And as per our agreement, you’ll have to call me ‘Master’ from now on."

"Hmph!"

Aether scoffed, a stubborn glint in his eyes as he met her gaze.

"You won’t defeat me."

His voice was brimming with confidence. Then, turning away, he addressed the sorceress and the Alchemist of Gold behind him.

"Lady Sorceress, Master—please do not interfere. I must personally deliver punishment to this imposter. Otherwise, I will never be at peace."

"Hmm…"

The sorceress tilted her head slightly, her long, wavy crimson hair catching the icy wind, scattering embers of elemental fire into the air.

She looked at Lumine, then at Aether, before giggling softly.

"Of course, Prince. Do as you wish."

The Alchemist of Gold, however, did not respond to him.

Her gaze had been fixed on the three figures behind Lumine all this time.

Her brows furrowed slightly as her eyes landed on Zhongli. Then, in a low voice, she asked,

"You… are Zhongli—one of the avatars of Morax, the Geo Archon?"

Zhongli did not hesitate to answer.

"Yes, I am."

His amber eyes regarded the strange, glass-like obscurity surrounding the girl before him.

With a calm yet knowing tone, he continued,

"How peculiar… You have deceived this world itself. Teyvat does not recognize you."

"Half of you exists outside the world, while the other half remains within it."

"That is why no one can truly see your face, as if you are enshrouded in mist. Intriguing… It gives me some new ideas to consider."

The Alchemist of Gold showed no surprise at Zhongli’s immediate insight into her nature.

Of course, she knew—before her stood a god who had lived for over six thousand years, predating even Khaenri'ah.

Naturally, he would possess a unique perception of the world.

A small smile played at her lips.

"Morax, the ruler of the Geo nation… It seems you already know who we are."

"Then you must also understand that we are enemies."

"Yes, I am well aware."

Zhongli’s expression remained composed as he met the gaze of the ageless alchemist.

"You are [Gold]—the creator of the draconic abomination, Durin."

---

This is a fan translation of 我，21亿岩王帝君加入聊天群 by 大一统. All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!