I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [187]

An endless abyss.

The moment she heard that crisp snap, the Second Herrscher, Sirin, felt her consciousness plunge into an infinite darkness.

There was no up or down, no past or future—only pure, boundless blackness.

Panic seized her.

It was as if her mind had been hurled back to that accursed tower she had once endured.

Back then, it was the same.

No light. No hope.

Only pain, wave after wave—each one worse than the last.

Her friends, the people she cared about, everything she had longed for—even her own life—had all been reduced to nothing.

Suffering. Despair. Agony. None of it had mattered.

Cold surgical instruments, the sickening white coats, the needle that pierced into the marrow of her bones—that had been her entire existence.

Every word that embodied pain could be used to describe her.

She had never known beauty, never known joy.

And so, trapped in that world of torment, she had come to loathe all things created by humanity.

She had come to loathe humanity itself.

But then—amidst her agony and hatred—the gods had descended.

The Honkai had given her power.

Had seeded the will of the Second Herrscher within her mind.

Two beings, entwined.

Two wills, fused.

Thus, she had become who she was today.

—So… am I dead?

—Why am I in this state?

—What… just happened?

—Why can’t I hear the gods anymore? I just received the power of the Star of Eden from them…

[…]

[…Heh…]

[…Hahahaha…]

—Is that you, my god? Have you come to save me once more?

Foolish… pitiful… weak.

—I… I’m sorry.

—Forgive me, my lord…

—But I had never seen him before. I had never known the power he wielded…

—That… was not Honkai energy.

Imaginary Tree.

Sea of Quantum.

Endless Void.

A traveler across worlds.

—What… are you saying?

—What do these words mean?

—Can you help me?

—Can you pull me out of this—just as you did before?

Honkai… is not… Honkai.

Destruction… is not… selection.

Herrschers… are anchors.

Travelers… are also anchors.

An opportunity… shall come.

—You…

Such a failure… how pitiful.

But… still useful.

—I…

Her consciousness cut off abruptly.

A vast will surged forth, seeping into her body—slowly taking root.

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[Honkai] – 5 Minutes Before Arrival

Schicksal Headquarters, Third Air Terminal.

Where the Hyperion had once been docked, there now stretched a small grassland.

Soil—something that had no place on a metallic deck—had spread across the terminal in under a minute, transforming the entire landscape.

At the heart of this unnatural phenomenon stood a young man, clad in the distinctive garments of Shenzhou.

Zhongli.

At his feet lay the unconscious Second Herrscher, Sirin—her fate unknown.

From the moment Zhongli arrived, it had taken him less than five minutes to suppress her completely, leaving her utterly incapable of fighting.

His gaze then shifted upward—to the four women still bound in the sky.

With a flick of his wrist, the pure-white blocks restraining their wrists shattered.

A gentle breeze carried their battered bodies down, placing them before him.

“…Greetings.”

He raised a hand, silencing their questions before they could be voiced.

"Do not speak for now. You need treatment first."

He extended a palm before his chest.

A golden light, deep and earthen, bloomed at its center.

The light scattered, carried by the wind, seeping into the wounds of Theresa and the others.

In less than a breath, their injuries had vanished. Even their vitality had been restored.

"Hm. It seems I arrived just in time," Zhongli nodded slightly. "Had I been any later, resurrection would have been… significantly more troublesome."

The women barely reacted to the word resurrection—they assumed it was merely an exaggerated term for healing.

None of them realized Zhongli had meant it literally.

Theresa stepped forward, her expression solemn. She gave a small bow.

“Sir… I don’t know your name. I am Theresa Apocalypse, former headmistress of St. Freya Academy… and granddaughter of Otto Apocalypse, leader of Schicksal.”

She took a deep breath.

“Thank you for saving us. I would like to ask—”

Before she could finish, Zhongli cut in.

“Who you are is of no concern to me.”

"I have come at the request of Red Kite lmmortal Fu Hua, to suppress the Second Herrscher, Sirin."

“The task is complete. Now, I must remain here and await the arrival of Red Kite lmmortal.”

“If you have any questions, you may direct them to her. There is no need to involve me.”

"Fu Hua? Red Kite lmmortal Fu Hua?" Theresa exclaimed in shock.

"Squad leader?" Raiden Mei murmured, equally astonished.

"But… why would Fu Hua help us?" Himeko muttered, frowning. "She was just fighting against me…"

“Squad leader Fu Hua?” Bronya’s expression flickered—just slightly. A trace of emotion surfaced.

Zhongli shook his head.

"Your questions can wait until Fu Hua arrives. There is no need to ask me."

"I am merely—"

Then, he sensed it.

A shift.

Something wrong.

His gaze moved to the unconscious Sirin.

The Honkai energy within her was fading. No—being consumed.

The consciousness housed within the Honkai was dissolving.

The massive energy that had once been hers—

Was now constructing something.

Something unknown.

A gate.

And beyond it—

Something was watching.

Something vast. Something ancient.

Something that gazed upon this world with intrigued amusement.

Zhongli only had to glance at it to understand.

It was Honkai.

The true Honkai.

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