I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [275]

“You’re wasting far too much time. If you continue stalling like this, I’ll just take complete control of this planet’s skill system myself.”

Zhongli let out a soft sigh and shook his head.

“As I said, I’m not a native of this world—or this universe. If you’re delaying to investigate my origins, I’d suggest you stop wasting your effort.”

“Of course, if you insist on this approach, then I’ll simply pack up this entire skill system and leave this world behind without a second thought. And you—will have no way of stopping me.”

“The only reason I’m still here, still entertaining this conversation, is because I’m choosing to tolerate you—for now.”

“Miss D, if you please, speak plainly. Lay out your so-called game. Stop wasting our time.”

“Haah~~” Evil God D only gave a soft exhale and a slow shake of her head in response.

That face of hers—refined and ethereal, like a blooming manjusaka—remained tranquil.

“Very well. Since you insist, Zhongli, I won’t delay your abundant time any further.”

“Our game is simple.”

She raised both her hands, looking straight into Zhongli’s eyes. This time, the smile curling on her lips actually bore a sliver of genuine emotion.

“Of all the games from Earth, beyond the timeless RPGs, there are other genres I’ve always enjoyed.”

“Real-time strategy games—are you familiar with them?”

“If not, that’s fine. I don’t need to explain what they mean. You’ll understand as we play.”

“The war game I propose… will be in real-time strategy format.”

“I’ve already told you, this planet, where the skill system resides, hosts two main races. The first: demons—humans who’ve undergone genetic and biochemical modifications from the previous era. They possess enhanced physical strength, lifespan, and a far superior capacity to absorb MA energy.”

“The second race: ordinary humans. Unmodified.”

“Demons have their advantages, but also an obvious flaw—extremely low birthrates. Their population is vastly outnumbered by humans. Meanwhile, humans are weaker individually, far below demons in raw power.”

“Among these two races, you may choose freely which one to command. I’ll grant you half-access to the system’s functions—including half of the runaway angel Sariël’s MA energy reserves, and partial access to the core algorithm layer of the system’s soul-based source code.”

“I, in turn, will take control of the other race.”

“Once our war begins, the MA system I designed will stop collecting skills from the dead and cease converting them into energy. You and I will only be able to use the energy from our respective halves—what we control.”

“You can do whatever you wish: nurture a singularly powerful Hero or Demon Lord, cultivate a well-synced team of mid-level operatives, dig up pre-apocalyptic war machines, even revive old technological civilizations—your choice.”

“For ten years, we divide the planet evenly, using our halves to build, reshape, and prepare. At the end of those ten years, we wage war. The game ends when one civilization is destroyed.”

“If you win, I will not only give you full access to the skill system and its source code—I’ll even let you study its prototype: the Creator’s Soul Authority Code.”

“Though I don’t know why you want this system I built, the Soul Authority Code of the Creator would surely be of use to you as well.”

“Mm…” Zhongli listened quietly, eyes slightly narrowed, deep in thought.

But D continued.

“Well? Tempting, isn’t it? If I win, I ask only one thing.”

“What is it?” Zhongli asked at the perfect moment.

“You tell me your origin—where you truly come from,” D said, closing her eyes. The smile on her lips bloomed, full and satisfied.

“Mm…”

Zhongli thought for several seconds, then gave a small shake of his head. “Didn’t you already say you don’t believe I’m from another universe?”

“It’s just a gamble.” D’s smile lingered, but in her gaze, there was nothing but silence—a silence as deep as the abyss.

“Sorry.” Zhongli was quiet for another beat before shaking his head again. “A game that wagers the lives and futures of entire races… doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Hehe.”

Evil God D stared straight into his eyes. “If you refuse, then I already know how I’ll deal with this world.”

“The moment you leave—or the moment you choose to fight me—this planet will be swallowed whole by Naraku, the underworld born of the abyss.”

She brought her hands together, cupping a pool of abyssal darkness that flowed out from beneath her dress, and gently raised it to her cherry-pink lips.

“I’ve been preparing this since our conversation began. Unless time rewinds to before this dialogue started, the outcome is already set: this world will be devoured by Naraku.”

Zhongli listened to her words, face still unreadable. But his gaze slowly swept over D’s form—studying her, from head to toe, as if to see something beyond the surface.

“Though this world has little to do with me, for so many souls and lives to exist here… and for you to destroy them so offhandedly—Evil God D, you really are an evil god.”

“Star-born gods are no different.” Evil God D casually twirled a lock of hair around her finger, brushing it across her lips as if absentmindedly. “We gods—dragons included—are feared, envied, even revered by mortals. But we are far from the emotionless, all-loving deities they imagine.”

“Mm…” Zhongli paused for only a moment before nodding calmly. “Very well. I accept.”

“Great!” Evil God D clapped her hands lightly. Her voice remained serene. “Then let’s begin this game. Zhongli, which race will you choose?”

Instead of answering, Zhongli raised a hand to pause her.

“I have a few questions of my own—things I’d like clarified before we start this so-called war game.”

“Ask away,” D gestured graciously. “Though I make no promises to answer thoroughly or truthfully. But I will promise this: in anything I tell you, either the facts will be true or the details will be complete—at least one.”

“Fair enough.” Zhongli nodded. “My first question, then.”

“All this talking—you’re not just here to speak with me, are you? Who are you really waiting for?”

“…Ah.” D fell silent for a moment, then gave a soft smile and clapped her hands again. “As expected of you, Zhongli. You really aren’t ordinary.”

“I’m simply waiting for my maid. She’s the strongest among the star-born gods, and given how weak and delicate I am, it’s only proper that she protect me.”

“I see.” Zhongli nodded again, understanding. “That explains your long-winded stalling.”

Ding-ling-ling~~~!

Ding-ling-ling~~!

Right after he spoke, a light chime echoed from deep in the cosmos—like bells and bracelets clinking softly.

Moments later, a girl in a maid outfit stepped through a rift in space and appeared before them.

Her gaze was calm, but the silence within her eyes felt deeper than the abyss beneath her feet.

“There she is,” D said, glancing sideways at her newly arrived bodyguard. She subtly wiped her palm, as though brushing away sweat.

Zhongli noticed, of course, and shook his head once more.

“Evil God D, by normal rational standards, gods don’t perspire from nervousness. That sort of theatrical tension is unnecessary. It won’t influence my decisions.”

“I, Zhongli, had hoped for an open and honest discussion outside this city—but clearly, that was never your intention.”

He continued evenly, “Now then, my second question.”

“During this game of war, am I allowed to use my own energy?”

“Of course not,” D replied quickly, waving her hands. “The energy supply was fixed from the beginning. If we could use our personal reserves, I could just pour power into the demon race and turn half of them into gods.”

“What about energy that isn’t mine personally, but still exists within this universe?” Zhongli pressed. “Like how the previous generation’s civilization used coal and oil before discovering MA energy.”

“That’s allowed. I said earlier—technology from the last era is fair game.”

“Good.” Zhongli’s lips curved faintly, but his tone remained calm as he nodded toward her. “Then I have no more questions. Let the war game begin.”

“Alright.” D summoned two cards from the void. “Now choose your race: the demons, or the humans?”

Without hesitation, Zhongli reached for one of the cards. But just as he was about to step away and return to the planet’s surface, something occurred to him.

He paused mid-step, turned back toward D, and regarded her with a thoughtful glance.

“I have a third, final question.”

“Go ahead,” D said, raising a single pale, slender arm.

“Kumoko—was her existence born from your twisted sense of humor… or some kind of experiment?”

“Oh, that?” D answered with a carefree tone. “Pure fun, of course.”

The very next moment, Zhongli vanished from her sight—leaving the moon behind.

---

Inside the Skill System World – On the Planet

Kumoko and the Demon Lord Ariel stood within the ruins of a shattered fortress.

Before them lay the crumpled remains of the elf patriarch—now just broken scrap metal.

The two stared blankly, momentarily stunned.

Ariel, in particular, had a strange expression, her wide eyes flickering with disbelief.

Kumoko had a vague guess what she might be thinking.

Something like: “That was amazing!” “Holy crap!” “I seriously killed Potimas that easily?” “No way, that can’t be real!”

But beneath all that lay a wide, empty blankness—and Kumoko felt the same way.

Several minutes passed before they both began to regain their composure.

Kumoko gently tapped the robot corpse with one of her spider legs and muttered the question that Ariel had yet to voice:

“So that’s it? We really just… won? Killed Potimas for good?”

She hadn’t asked to get an answer—it was more to express her own dazed disbelief.

Beside her, Ariel’s excitement had already faded into the weariness of someone who’d just completed a major task.

She looked up at the bright blue sky, sunlight streaming down on a planet so radiant and beautiful.

“…Now there’s only one goal left,” she whispered, staring down at her own hands.

“What goal?” Kumoko asked, slipping back into her usual tone.

“To rescue our goddess—Sariël.” Ariel replied without hesitation.

Just as she spoke, a voice cut in.

“Apologies.”

A deep, composed male voice—one Ariel had heard more than once before.

She turned, unsurprised, to see the god from another world—the one who had promised to kill Potimas and rescue Sariël—standing behind her once more.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ariel bowed. “Zhongli-san. Thank you for your help.”

“It was nothing.” Zhongli waved dismissively, not sparing her another glance as he walked toward Kumoko.

He saw her crouched in her pristine white girl-body, poking and prodding the robotic remains with childlike curiosity.

“That’s quite pointless,” Zhongli said, stopping her gently. “You don’t need to bother with that.”

“Hmm?” Kumoko turned her head, blinking at him.

“There’s something more important I need to do. Come with me.”

“Ohh~~ Okay, sure.” Kumoko didn’t ask why. She simply followed.

“Zhongli-san!” Ariel called out, alarmed at his sudden departure. “You—!”

Before she could finish, Zhongli paused and turned to face her.

“In one month, this world will change because of the wager between myself and Evil God D. When our game ends, the core of the skill system—the goddess Sariël—will be freed.”

“That will fulfill the second promise I made to you.”

“Any other questions?”

“…No. Nothing,” Ariel quickly waved her hand.

“Good. Then return to the demon lands at once.” Zhongli turned to leave—but paused. “And if possible… give up your title as Demon Lord. It’s dangerous to carry.”

With that final word of advice, he left the burning ruins of the castle behind, Kumoko close behind him—along with her baby-classmate and her maid.

“Zhongli-san, where are we going?”

“To the royal capital. Where the human Hero resides.”

“…Why?”

“I’ll explain on the way.”

---

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!