I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [204]

"Mr. Zhongli."

In the dormitory of Fire Moth’s Fifth Squad, Hua had long since changed out of her elegant dress, slipping back into her familiar indigo-colored, simple combat uniform.

Before her was a framed photo of their fiery-haired squad leader, Himeko.

And sitting across from her, unhurriedly flipping through the pages of a book, was Zhongli, clad in his signature pale gold robes.

Her best friend, Carol, had been forced by her parents to withdraw from battle and return home to marry.

Meanwhile, her greatest mentor and comrade—Himeko—had tragically succumbed to Honkai, transforming into a Herrscher and annihilating the entirety of Australia.

Even during the celebration banquet that followed their victory over the Herrscher, she had felt lost—adrift in a haze, unsure of what she was even doing.

She didn’t know who to blame.

She didn’t know what to do.

All she had left was a relentless urge to keep fighting. That singular drive had pulled her forward, like a soulless marionette, back to her dormitory.

"The corruption of Honkai is an extremely difficult process to reverse."

Zhongli closed his book, his gaze steady as he regarded Hua’s silent form. He spoke each word with deliberate clarity:

"This has been one of the greatest challenges that Dr. MEI, Researcher SU, and I have been working to overcome."

"Although we've made some progress recently, we had no means of saving Miss Himeko."

"As for the process of Herrscher transformation, thus far, MEI and I have only drawn a few preliminary conclusions."

"Honkai, as a disaster, seems to function through a will akin to a quantum-based computing system—one that actively observes, analyzes, and counters human resistance."

"Miss Himeko led the Fifth Squad, a spearhead against Honkai. It’s only natural that she was chosen by Honkai’s will—to weaken humanity’s fighting strength."

"You…" Hua's eyes widened, her expression darkening as she glared at Zhongli.

But the very next moment, her anger dissipated.

She lowered her head in defeat.

"Of course. You're just a traveler from another world. You have no real connection to this world. Why should I even be angry at you?"

"Maybe… maybe the one I should hate is myself."

"For failing to notice Miss Himeko’s exhaustion, for letting her fight despite her body breaking down, for never truly understanding what was in her heart, even after she became a Herrscher."

"No."

Zhongli placed a firm hand against Hua’s forehead before rising to his feet, gazing down at the warrior who had fought against Honkai for so many years.

"The one you should hate is Honkai itself—not yourself."

Hua locked eyes with him.

After a long silence, she shook her head weakly.

"Mr. Zhongli… there’s no Honkai in your world, is there?"

"Perhaps there is. Perhaps there isn’t. At the very least, when I left, it had yet to appear."

Zhongli withdrew his hand and sat back down.

"That sounds… wonderful."

Hua let out a quiet sigh.

"If only this world had never known Honkai…"

"If only all our lives could have been different."

Zhongli listened, his voice gentle and even as he replied.

"Indeed. That would be a beautiful world, Hua."

"But for now, what you need most… is rest."

"Forget this sorrow for a while. And then, when you wake—"

"Face this world of despair and hope once more."

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Within the World.

Schicksal Headquarters.

A girl wreathed in Honkai Energy sat upon the heavens, her face devoid of expression.

Through her perception, Schicksal’s once-great headquarters was now silent.

There was no trace of life left.

The Herrscher of Finality sat atop the tallest structure in Schicksal’s domain, her white, knee-high stockings swaying rhythmically in the wind.

Her delicate face tilted slightly upward as she gazed at the sky, supporting herself with slender hands.

She rocked back and forth, slowly, gently.

A peculiar sensation coursed through her.

For the first time, she felt… at ease.

It was an indescribable feeling—one she had never known before.

If she had to compare it to something, it was like waking up after a ten-day hangover, when the fog in her mind finally lifted.

The strange part was… she had never experienced a hangover.

She didn’t even know what it felt like to have a clear mind.

After sitting there for a while, she finally decided to rise.

It was time to restart this civilization’s era of destruction.

She carried with her a strange mix of anticipation, sorrow, and a sense of self-sacrifice.

Slowly, she began to lift herself.

Yet, unexpectedly, the ever-present voice of her "Father"—the one that always urged her to destroy the world—remained silent.

He did not remind her.

He did not command her.

He didn’t even reprimand her for her moment of idleness.

That… was unusual.

But even without his urging, she would still destroy this planet.

It was the same as always.

A mere exertion of her power, blanketing the surface, would be enough to erase this world.

Just as she was about to unfurl her radiant, wing-like light tendrils and ascend beyond the planet—

A golden glow suddenly flooded her vision.

It was soft, delicate, yet incomprehensible.

As she watched, it spread swiftly, expanding until it enveloped the entire world.

— Hummm.

A strange resonance echoed in her ears.

It was as if the planet itself was vibrating.

Or as if voices—whispers from beyond time and space—were murmuring in the distance.

— Whoosh!

The golden radiance flared.

For an instant, it consumed her entire vision, forcing her to shut her eyes.

And in the very next moment—

Her heart skipped a beat.

Something was wrong.

Somehow, life—sentience—was appearing around her once more.

The Herrscher of Finality—Kiana Kaslana—abruptly opened her eyes.

And what she saw at Schicksal’s headquarters…

Was an overwhelming number of familiar faces.

Principal Theresa.

Teacher Himeko.

Bronya.

Her beloved Mei.

Even the long-deceased Seele, her violet-haired friend…

And…

Even—

Even…

Her father, Siegfried Kaslana.

And the mother she had never met—Cecilia.

Everyone she had ever known—every person tied to her past—had returned.

As if by some absurd, impossible miracle.

"...This…"

For the first time, the Herrscher of Finality found herself frozen in place.

She didn’t know how to react.

"Kiana… is that you?"

A voice—familiar beyond words—pulled her back to reality.

She turned, and there he was.

Siegfried Kaslana.

Her father.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, utterly speechless.

For the first time in her existence as the Herrscher of Finality…

She had no idea what to do.

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