I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [269]

Kumoko wriggled her body and began rotating her head from side to side.

And the more she moved, the more excited she became.

“Amazing,” she said without thinking. “This is the first time I’ve ever been able to look around just by turning my head!”

“Back when I was just a spider, I had to move my whole body just to see anything around me. But now? No more of that hassle.”

“Human bodies really are better than spider ones.”

With that, she lowered her head and looked at her new human form.

“Whoa, big and squishy boobs! I think that confirms it—definitely female. Males probably don’t come with these kinds of... features, right?”

“Honestly, I could never tell what gender I was back in spider form, and I used to worry I might turn out to be a male spider. So this is seriously a relief.”

“But... it’s weird, though.”

Her scarlet, innocent eyes looked up at Zhongli. “I’m not even two years old yet—so how come I’ve got this full-grown body?”

“If I’m remembering right, this human form looks exactly like the me from before reincarnation. But even then, I’m pretty sure that version of me never had this... figure.”

“So strange.”

Zhongli wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he could swear that Kumoko’s voice now carried a new tone—a soft, somewhat dazed sweetness she hadn’t had before her evolution.

“I have a few guesses,” he replied calmly, like the still surface of a tranquil sea. “But I can’t be certain yet. I’ve decided to wait until the evil god D arrives before confirming anything.”

“But before that...”

He extended a finger and gently tapped her.

A brilliant light flared and rippled across Kumoko’s body—shaping itself into a full set of pure white clothing, form-fitting and elegant.

“Oh, clothes,” Kumoko said belatedly. There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment on her face, no typical human shame at being seen.

She glanced at Zhongli, then gave a small nod. “Yeah, I guess this is kinda inappropriate. Now that I look human again, I should probably follow human values... including modesty.”

Having said that, Kumoko lifted her newly human hands and held them up in front of her face.

She poked her wrists, twisted her arms in a circle.

Her expression—once blank and mildly dopey—gradually shifted into one of joy and delight.

Her spider legs, still attached to her lower half, began tapping the ground rhythmically, like she was performing a happy little tap dance. Her lips curled into a gleeful smile.

“I finally... finally... finally look even just a little human again.”

The words slipped from her lips, a whisper of disbelief and wonder.

Two whole years of being anything but human. She’d eaten unspeakable monsters, endured stomach-churning meals, survived countless brushes with death and danger.

And now—finally—she’d made it here.

She had a human form again. Not fully, not perfectly, not yet complete.

But it was a start. And the happiness bubbling in her chest was too overwhelming to hide.

“You seem pleased with your new form,” Zhongli said with a small nod. “That’s good. The timing works out perfectly.”

“Timing?” Kumoko tilted her pretty little head, confused.

“The arrival of the evil god D. And the timing of the elven patriarch, Potimas Harrifenas, attacking your classmate,” Zhongli answered with such serene detachment it was as if he were announcing the arrival of an old friend, not the descent of a godlike being.

“You’ve been asleep inside the cocoon for about twenty-eight hours—plenty of time for D to track me down.” He glanced at the sky. “Mmm... she should be here in another hour or two. That gives us just enough time to deal with Potimas Harrifenas first.”

“Come on, Kumoko.”

“Got it, Zhongli-dage!” she chirped, spinning on her heels and falling into step behind him.

“...Dage?” Zhongli raised an eyebrow. “Where’d that come from?”

“Ah—slipped out. That’s just what I used to call you in my head…” Kumoko clapped both hands over her mouth, her crimson eyes wide with embarrassment.

“Hm.” Zhongli didn’t comment further. “You should spend some time adjusting to your human body. Try not to make any foolish mistakes.”

With that, he resumed walking forward with quiet composure, and Kumoko followed closely behind, step for step.

They hadn’t gone far when they arrived at a city, engulfed in black smoke and roaring flame.

“Wait—what is this...?”

Kumoko froze in shock.

“The town your classmate’s family governs,” Zhongli said, as calm as ever. “It’s been attacked by elves. Some of the regular ones are just causing chaos, some of the elite units are holding off the military. And one of the stronger ones has gone straight for the lord’s estate.”

“That would be Potimas Harrifenas.”

He glanced at her. “Your call. Do we head straight to your classmate’s castle? Stand back and do nothing? Or slaughter the attackers to farm experience?”

“You get to decide.”

“Castle first!” Kumoko answered without hesitation.

Zhongli wasn’t the least bit surprised.

Kumoko wasn’t a hero. She wasn’t a sage. She wasn’t a demon lord, or even just a monster.

She was just... Kumoko.

And now that the path was chosen, their advance was unimpeded.

Not a single elf, not even the city’s defenders, managed to lay eyes on them—let alone stop them.

Within minutes, they’d gone from the edge of the burning city to the heart of it: a massive stone fortress.

Standing before its gates, they could see a giant gaping hole—large enough to admit a massive bipedal battle machine—and within, the mangled corpses of dozens of soldiers lay in a pool of blood, their bodies torn limb from limb.

“Elves are this strong?” Kumoko murmured behind Zhongli, her voice low and tense.

“Seems the elves in this world are anything but ordinary,” Zhongli said matter-of-factly.

He didn’t know the full story—but he knew this much: anyone who Ariel, Demon Lord of the world, had marked as a must-kill target yet failed to eliminate... could not be weak.

—At the very least, they had to be “not entirely weak.”

They rounded a corridor.

And there, ahead of them, were two masked elves in black.

They stood facing a man dressed in a sharp, British butler-style suit—cradling an infant protectively in his arms.

It wasn’t a fight. It was a game.

The two elves toyed with him, attacking over and over. And yet—no matter how many times he was knocked down, no matter how broken and battered he became—he got up again, and again, and again.

He never once let harm come to the child in his arms.

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T/N: dage means "eldest brother" or "big brother" and is used as a polite address for a man of similar age.

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