I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [276]

Along a desolate road, a young man dressed in foreign clothes that clashed starkly with this world's aesthetic walked side by side with a beautiful monster.

The young man had a strikingly handsome face, and the monster beside him had the upper body of a pure white human girl, and the lower half of a fearsome spider.

They were none other than Zhongli and Kumoko.

With Zhongli's granted authority over this planet, they walked freely along the road without any concern about being discovered by the native inhabitants.

“Hm... Zhongli-daiqianbei,”

While walking, Kumoko looked left and right, curiously examining the ordinary people brushing past them. She was clearly in high spirits.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“To the most powerful force in human society—the Holy Areus Papal Nation,” Zhongli replied without breaking stride. “We’re going there to meet someone.”

“Who?” Kumoko asked like a curious child, one question quickly following another.

“Dustin the Sixty-First, Pope of the Divine Word Faith, the primary religion not just of the Holy Areus Papal Nation, but many human countries.” For once, Zhongli offered an explanation. “Kumoko, as you already know, I made a bet with the evil god D regarding this world.”

“If I win this war, she will relinquish this planet to me—along with the core of its skill system.”

“And if I lose… No, that outcome is not worth considering.”

Zhongli’s words dripped with arrogance, but to Kumoko—who more or less understood him—it didn’t come across as prideful so much as a matter-of-fact declaration.

She was tempted to say, Zhongli-daiqianbei, you’re setting yourself up with a classic villain-defeat flag here, but then remembered: this was a being who could even reverse time and causality. A mere “flag” probably couldn’t shake his foundation.

So in the end, she simply nodded.

“Mhm, I get it.”

Zhongli glanced at her, as though he’d noticed her hesitation, but in the end didn’t say anything further. Instead, he continued.

“When the evil god D let me choose, I ultimately selected the more numerous common humans as the players I’d empower in this game of war.”

“Huh?? Why?” Kumoko blinked, genuinely puzzled. “Isn’t it obvious the demons are stronger than humans? From what I know of human-demon wars, demons always held the upper hand. Even if demons are fewer in number, with access to system privileges, they could just increase their population, right?”

“Indeed.” Zhongli nodded calmly. “D shared with me half of the core permissions of the system. With those, one could almost play god on this planet. Increasing the demon population wouldn’t be difficult—it wouldn’t even cost many souls. But I don’t intend to waste precious energy on that.”

“Huh?” Kumoko was completely lost now.

“Let me put it this way.” Zhongli came to a stop. Ahead of them loomed the walls of their destination—the capital of the Holy Areus Papal Nation.

He turned to face Kumoko, his gaze steady as he looked into her eyes.

“Kumoko, what do you think humans and demons on this planet are to D and me?”

Kumoko was caught off guard by the question. Her crimson eyes blinked against her pale face, and after a long pause, she muttered, “Bugs? Like the ant farms I played with when I was little?”

“Perhaps. To D, they do serve the role of an ant farm—she amuses herself by solving puzzles within them.”

Zhongli shook his head faintly. “But to me, the humans and demons on this planet are like a precious childhood marble, now covered in dust and mites—not even worth paying attention to.”

“Wha~!” Kumoko let out a dramatic gasp at just the right volume.

“Then tell me this, Kumoko. Why would D and I bother fighting over an ant farm? There are plenty of games more interesting than this.”

Zhongli’s eyes passed over the towering city walls, gazing somewhere far beyond.

His voice was low and heavy, imbued with the weight of ages and earth:
“From a broader perspective, permissions that resemble those of a creator, energy on a planetary scale… To D and me, these are things we could make with ease.”

“So this battle was never about the strength of humans versus demons. It’s about the strength of me versus D.”

“This is a clash between our two paths.”

“With humans and demons as pieces, if I want to defeat D, I must use the unique powers that belong solely to me, within a fixed energy limit, to enhance humanity. Meanwhile, by observing the way I empower them, she gets to study my path.”

“Trapped in this desert-like universe for countless ages, she’s exhausted everything she could possibly know. Her only escape from the silence is to play at being mortal—entertaining herself with the souls of humans, gods, and their joys and sorrows. If she doesn’t, her soul will grow ever quieter, until she becomes one of the guardian deities of the underworld—soulless, pathless, forgotten.”

“And then I appeared—someone outside the bounds of her knowledge. For the first time in forever, she found herself… genuinely intrigued.”

After listening, Kumoko stood frozen, jaw slack.

After a long silence, she finally stammered, “So, Zhongli-sensei, are you just going to... indulge her like this?”

“Hm?” Zhongli gave her a curious glance. “You don’t want me to indulge her?”

“Ugh~~~ How do I put this? I guess… it just doesn’t sit right with me.” Kumoko pursed her rose-colored lips, the pure white of her face tinged with a faint blush. “I mean, all of us in the classroom were wiped out by the clash of the Hero and Demon King’s powers—and it was all because of D. She could’ve let us reincarnate back on Earth. She could’ve given me the identity of a normal human baby…”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just weaklings being unreasonable with a god. She didn’t kill us on purpose, so she shouldn’t have to bear the cost of bringing us back. But even so—it stings.”

“That’s a fair point,” Zhongli mused. “Still, you might be able to say that about others—but not you.”

“Huh? Why not me?” Kumoko tilted her head.

“You’ll understand when you meet her,” Zhongli said evenly, his gaze returning to the city. “That’s enough talk. The person we’re waiting for… is here.”

Kumoko turned and followed his gaze—just in time to see a large group emerging from the city gates.

At their center was a man who looked extraordinarily old.

This was Pope Dustin the Sixty-First of the Divine Word Faith.

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Skill System Planet – Demon Lord Territory

In her private chambers, Demon Lord Ariel had just sat down on her bed when a figure clad in pitch black appeared before her window.

“Hm? Güliedistodiez?”

Ariel blinked her large eyes and feigned surprise. “Why’d you show up out of nowhere?”

But the surprise quickly gave way to joy. She beamed with excitement.
“Güliedistodiez, I gotta say—I’ve run into some really great things lately!”

The Dragon God Administrator gazed at the smiling Ariel, his expression darkening. He didn’t respond like usual.

Noticing his odd behavior, Ariel went quiet, her cheer fading as wariness crept into her expression.

Her tone dropped. “Something happened?”

“...”

Still no response.

“If you won’t say it, then I will.” The Demon Lord narrowed her eyes. “I encountered a god from another planet recently. We formed a pact. He’s willing to help me completely eliminate the Fairy Tribe’s chief and assist in rescuing the Goddess Ariel.”

“Compared to D, this god is way more agreeable.”

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” the black dragon god said, voice suppressed. “This is a direct order from the evil god D.”

“Eh???”

Ariel was caught off guard.

“I’ve said this before. Because I prayed to D, she considers this planet her personal property. As one of the strongest gods, others usually wouldn’t bother challenging her—especially not over a tiny backwater planet in a remote part of the universe. But clearly, this time, the appearance of an outsider god has rubbed her the wrong way.”

His expression turned sour.

He narrowed his eyes, his tone resigned, almost bitter. “Because of this nameless god you met, D has decided to play a game—with him and this planet.”

“Huh?”

As a being fused with a fragment of Kumoko’s parallel consciousness, the Demon Lord vaguely recalled hearing about such games.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s simple.” Güliedistodiez closed his eyes, voice heavy. “They are the players. We… are the pieces.”

“As the chosen agents of the demon race, you and I will be walking the path of opposition—against humanity and that unknown god—until we annihilate the humans completely.”

“There’s no turning back now. Behind us… is Sariel.”

“...HUH???!!!!!”

The Demon Lord’s face turned grim in an instant.

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T/N: IT WAS Güliedistodiez ALL ALONG IM SO SORYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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