I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [199]

"Bird woman, have you forgotten your original name from Liyue? Why do you go by this strange name, 'Morax'?"

"Perhaps I remember, perhaps I don’t. It hardly matters. What matters is that you need to cook for me. Oh, and today, I want something with more meat. Zhongli, don’t slack off."

"I’d rather not hear that from someone who spends all day sprawled motionless on a lounge chair. Speaking of which, I made that lounge chair too."

"Hm? Zhongli, wasn’t this chair something you made out of concern because you saw me lying on the cold stone every day?"

"Nonsense! I made this chair for myself, but you shamelessly took it over!"

"Oh? Then should I give it back to you? Or… do you want to lie in my arms instead? No need to be shy, come on, come on~"

"Uh… ugh… forget it, I won’t argue with you. Just wait there."

"Hah, Zhongli, you’re way too timid."

"Hmph, not arguing with you."

"Sigh~~ You know, if you ask why I’ve become so lazy, I think I might have a theory."

"What is it?"

"It was a long, long time ago. Back then, I wasn’t like this. My memories were filled with endless wars and bloodshed, destruction and protection, life and death. But at some point, those memories began to fade. And when they finally blurred beyond recognition… I became what I am now and appeared in this world."

"My birth… is quite the mystery, isn’t it?"

"Ugh… hearing you say something so profound while looking like a dumb husky just doesn’t feel right. Whatever, I’m going to cook."

"Hey, don’t go! At least wait until I finish telling you about these fragmented memories!"

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Year 2000.

The battlefield of the Second Eruption.

Before the mighty dragon Benares, a man dressed in the traditional robes of Shenzhou appeared.

He sighed softly as he looked at the girl before him.

"Take a break," he murmured. "Your master… she doesn’t need you to destroy everything like this."

"She is already lost in a sweet dream."

"And that dream will never turn false."

"You, too, deserve a dream more perfect than this."

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Year 1476.

Schicksal's Tribunal.

A colossal Honkai beast rampaged through the court.

From a distance, Otto Apocalypse watched coldly, while Kallen Kaslana, stricken with grief, stared at the devastation before her.

Breaking free of her chains, she charged toward the beast, determined to save others.

And at that moment—

A man clad in the garments of Shenzhou descended from the sky.

He lowered his hand, and in an instant, all the Honkai beasts crumbled into dust.

Though Otto was puzzled, his heart was consumed by only one thought: rescuing Kallen.

Seizing the chaos, he rushed forward and whisked Kallen away from the tribunal.

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Year 1955.

The Thanksgiving Incident.

Before the detonation of the massive Honkai Fission Bomb—

A young man in Shenzhou attire stepped forward.

With a single gesture, everything was restored.

Honkai was annihilated.

The wounded were healed.

The dead were reborn.

Like a miracle from the gods—

Everything was saved.

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Year 1952, Berlin.

Beside the First Herrscher, Welt Joyce, stood a young man clad in the traditional robes of Shenzhou.

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The reverse flow of time was chaotic and endless.

Yet this endlessness was not in the passage of hours or years, but in a far deeper sense—one of the soul.

Drifting along the tides of time, Zhongli bore witness to the entirety of this world's history.

From five thousand years ago to five hundred years ago, to the First Honkai Eruption fifty years prior, the Second Eruption of 2000, the Third Eruption, and now—the Fourth Eruption.

He saw the trajectory of civilization.

He saw the despair that Honkai had wrought upon this world.

Everyone—every living being—was searching for a light amidst the darkness.

Even Otto Apocalypse, the man responsible for shaping today’s events, was no exception.

Before the Honkai God, who controlled the very fabric of this world’s Honkai energy—

All wisdom and willpower were nothing more than playthings.

This realization caused Zhongli to furrow his brow in thought.

Following the waves of time, he continued his journey—back beyond five thousand years.

He did not know how long had passed.

Even his perception of time had become distorted.

But finally—

He reached a period so ancient that even intelligent life did not yet exist.

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Fifty Thousand Years Ago.

A vast and barren world stretched before him.

Everything was ruined.

Fire, smoke, wreckage, radiation, and corpses.

Wandering Honkai beasts roamed the lifeless wasteland.

This planet—

Had long since perished.

No traces of sentient life remained.

The destruction had happened so long ago that not even the Herrscher of the End could be found.

Only a handful of faint, slumbering life signals could be detected deep beneath the earth.

Zhongli did not investigate further.

Just as he was about to leave—

He sensed an anomaly.

A single, crimson feather drifted from the ruins.

Narrowing his gaze, he studied it from beyond the planet’s surface.

If his memory served him correctly—

That feather belonged to the [Eighth Divine Key: Fenghuang Down], a relic that contained the consciousness of Red Kite, the Immortal Fu Hua.

A strange feeling stirred within him.

Something had changed.

Something beyond his understanding.

No—

Was this merely the natural course of history?

He watched as the feather floated away from the dead planet.

Drifting—

Sinking—

Vanishing into the Sea of Quanta.

Then—

It began moving toward Teyvat.

Zhongli's eyes widened in shock.

Though he was still bound by the River of Time and could not leave this world—

An inexplicable premonition struck him.

That feather would one day descend upon Teyvat.

It would land south of Mt. Tianheng—

And there, it would absorb the elements of the world.

Then, someday—

It would be reborn.

Fourteen of Zhongli’s eyes trembled violently.

For the first time—

A truth beyond his comprehension had revealed itself.

For the first time—

His ancient, unwavering heart rippled with emotion.

—Impossible! A mere coincidence of fate…

—No… this is destiny.

The paradoxical flow of time—

Even Zhongli himself could not help but marvel.

And in that moment—

A memory surfaced.

A memory of his very first encounter with Qingyun.

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T/N: IF IM GETTING THIS RIGHT... FU HUA IS QINGYUN?? OR IS THE EIGHT DIVINE KEY QINGYUN? AHFHFIOASIPF

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