I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [274]

“A game of war?”

Zhongli folded one arm across his chest, the other resting thoughtfully at his chin, and considered the words for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s simple,” Evil God D said, her expression utterly calm as she gazed at Zhongli.

“You came to this planet, didn’t you? For the skill system you’ve already fully infiltrated.”

“Mm.” Zhongli didn’t deny it. “Your skill system is indeed useful to me. That’s why I chose a time when you weren’t paying attention and quietly took it under my control.”

“Heh.” There was a smile in D’s tone, though none on her face. Her voice remained emotionless, as smooth and still as a pond on a windless day.

That sense of inhuman detachment existed in Zhongli as well—but far less stark than in D.

“What use is it to you?” she asked with a trace of curiosity.

“This system before us was nothing more than a little experiment I threw together based on RPG mechanics from Earth. I did add a bit of flair—using a runaway angel as both the system’s core and energy source, and having it harvest energy from the endlessly cycling souls of mortals—but truthfully, it’s not all that rare. Or that remarkable.”

“Compared to other designs, it’s relatively standard. Even if I tried cramming in all sorts of functions, it still wouldn’t allow mortals to truly undergo a fundamental transformation.”

“For beings like us, Zhongli, this thing shouldn’t mean much. So why take the risk of war just to come here?”

“Mm… It’s a long story.” Zhongli narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing to explain what he had experienced—and what he intended to do.

But D waved a hand, dismissing the thought. “No need, no need. No explanations necessary. I don’t want to hear them. I don’t care to understand.”

“For me, things are either interesting or not. If it’s interesting, I’ll do it. If it’s boring, I won’t even bother to learn about it. I built this system simply because I thought it might be fun.”

“Zhongli, the entertainment you’ve brought me… far surpasses anything I’ve had in ages. It reminds me of when I first became the god of the underworld—back then, I found endless delight in all manner of strange and novel things. The universe seemed full of wonders, so many that I thought I might spend an eternity unraveling them all.”

“But by now, I know it was just an illusion.”

“This world is full of mysteries. Full of strange, incomprehensible phenomena. But for gods like us, the things we can explore and understand are always limited. Fixed.”

“We star-born gods… Ever since we defeated the Old Ones, we haven’t progressed in tens of thousands of years.”

“…You all…” For the first time, Zhongli’s expression shifted ever so slightly.

He considered his words, then said quietly, “So this war game you want to play with me—what is it, exactly?”

Evil God D didn’t answer him directly.

With a flick of her wrist, the gentle glow of the moon vanished.

Layer upon layer of thick darkness began to writhe in the moon’s sky.

The elegant ivory chair she’d sat on melted into black sludge and was swallowed by the encroaching shadows.

Within moments, the entire moon—aside from the spot where Zhongli stood—was engulfed by black mire.

“It’s simple,” D said, standing atop the darkness. Her ink-black hair floated like scattered petals, and her expressionless, porcelain face was so beautiful it could steal a breath.

Zhongli gave a slight nod and gestured for her to continue.

“Let’s put it this way,” D said, kneeling on the swirling shadows, serene as a manjusaka blooming in the underworld—elegant, divine, and utterly still.

To any observer, she would look like a pure goddess sleeping in the dark depths of Hades.

“You’ve been in this world for some time now, and you’ve already taken over my system. Then you should know… This dying planet is no longer what it once was.”

“Demons born from human bioengineering, and unmodified ordinary humans—those are the two sides of the great war. They fight, endlessly, on this planet’s stage. They kill each other to atone for their supposed sins.”

“Of course, Zhongli, you must have realized by now—those so-called sins… to me, they’re meaningless. The only value they hold is entertainment.”

A mocking light flickered in D’s eyes as she coldly dismissed every soul on the planet.

“You might not know this—but when I built the system, I gave it enough energy to provide an escape.”

“If that dragon god, Kureus, had been able to cast aside his compassion for the planet and humankind—if he had selfishly chosen to save the runaway angel Shariël and forcibly pulled her out of the skill system’s core—then not only would she have been saved, but the planet might have been redeemed.”

“But unfortunately… he lacked the courage to defy me. He didn’t have the resolve to cast everything aside. He doesn’t even know that the planet already had enough MA energy stored to restore all its souls. All of it was stolen—stolen by that pathetic elf patriarch, that self-proclaimed harbinger of evolution, desperate for eternal life.”

“He followed my orders. He didn’t dare destroy the frail elven race.”

“And Ariel, the so-called Demon Lord? Also weak. A demon lord, the oldest divine beast, wielding immense power and skills—yet she couldn’t even destroy the elf patriarch. She let him gradually absorb MA energy until he reached a level equal to her own. At this point, if they fought near the elven forest, Ariel would be crushed.”

D waved her arm, clearly bored. “Honestly, aside from that elf patriarch, there’s not a single person on this planet worth my attention. Pity he seems to have died just now.”

“A shame.”

“Heh~~~.” Zhongli shook his head. “Enough. Evil God D, let’s get back on topic. What kind of game do you actually want to play with me?”

“We’ve wandered too far. All this talk is meaningless.”

“Mm… Patience.” D’s tone remained calm. “Before we start the game, don’t we need a bit of background? That’s part of the fun of RPGs, isn’t it?”

“Take Dragon Quest, or the glory of Final Fantasy—even the Trails series has refreshed its formula recently. Stories are the soul of RPGs. So for our game, knowing the backstory is only natural.”

“Very well,” Zhongli said, indifferent. He nodded slightly. “Since you’ve decided, then let’s get on with it. Don’t waste any more time.”

“Hehe. Don’t be so hasty.”

D’s tone was as flat as ever—but something behind that calm felt like the edge of a blade.

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