I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [267]

“Failure?”

The voice on the other end of the telepathy channel rang with clear disapproval.

“Yes,” came the trembling reply—timid and unsure.

—Tch.

The elegantly handsome elven patriarch, Potimas Harrifenas, gave a faint, dismissive curl of his lip.

So this one’s worried I’ll hold him accountable for the mission’s failure? Does he really think I’d waste my precious time over something so trivial?

Mass-produced tools like him aren’t worth the breath.

In Potimas’s eyes, all elves other than himself fell into two categories: cheap, disposable mass-production units with subpar capabilities, and high-cost custom models that were somewhat useful at best. Neither kind held any real value.

Failures among mass-produced units? Completely within expectations.

Even with the custom models, he kept his expectations low.

No matter who messed up, it never surprised him—and certainly never motivated him to mete out punishment.

But the unexpected emergence of a special case among the custom models? Now that caught his interest.

“Gon...”

He murmured the name quietly.

“I’ve failed to meet Lord Gon’s expectations. I deserve a thousand deaths.”

The mass-produced elf clearly misunderstood the reason for his patriarch’s muttering and began groveling for forgiveness.

Gon—a custom model born of Potimas’s own genes.

When he first learned she was a reincarnator from another world, it had genuinely startled him.

Now, though, he felt nothing but gratitude toward her.

Because of her, Potimas had learned about the existence of reincarnators long before anyone else.

It was for that very reason he granted Gon the privileged status of being his “daughter.”

And as she wished, he had made the protection of reincarnators the highest priority of the elven race.

Depending on her future contributions, he was even willing to give her a position of rank and substance—perhaps not equal to his own, but close enough.

That was how valuable she was.

Just being a reincarnator, just possessing that knowledge, made her more useful than any other custom product he’d ever made.

“Heh. Back to the point,” Potimas said, glancing down at the trembling mass-produced elf beside him. “You failed just once, and came running back to report? You didn’t even try a second time?”

“Because...” The elf frowned, clearly recalling something terrifying. “Because that spider monster... she was horrifying. Even scarier than the Queen Taratect who lurks near our forest.”

“Oho~~~” For the first time, real interest flickered in Potimas’s eyes.

—One of Ariel’s spawn? And not just a Queen or a Puppet Taratect, but something new? Heh. Worth checking out.

—Still... how did Ariel get wind of my operation?

I went through all the trouble of staging abductions through human trafficking rings across the globe to cover my true intent...

No matter. It changes nothing.

Potimas gave a careless nod to the trembling elf.

“I’ll handle it personally.”

That response left the elf completely stunned into silence.

“Continue monitoring that spider. If she moves, report to me immediately.” His one-sided orders continued without pause.

“You heard me, didn’t you? I’ll be coming in person. If she wants a fight—she’d best be ready.”

With that final declaration—directed at Administrator Gyurie Gyurie—Potimas severed the telepathic link.

He stood in the heart of the elven forest, his mind already calculating his next move.

Primary objective: Capture the daughter of House Garen, who is a reincarnator.

Secondary objective: Eliminate Ariel’s new subordinate. And if Ariel herself appears... well, we’ll see if I can take her down too.

Perfect chance to test the combat specs of the new “Glorious Messenger—Model A.”

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“While we wait for them to act, we should prepare on our end as well.”

Zhongli spoke at an unhurried pace, his gaze following Kumoko as she swung acrobatically from branch to branch, dangling on threads of silk like some kind of spider-themed superhero in the skyscrapers of New York.

“Heeya~! What kinda prep we talkin’?”

Freed from the stress of mere survival and now blessed with a reliable powerhouse at her side, Kumoko was more carefree than ever.

“My control over the system is now at roughly 95%,” Zhongli said, walking slowly through the forest canopy, idly flipping through a game design compendium—something utterly impossible to obtain in this world. “But the final five percent is proving extremely difficult to crack. Based on my analysis, it appears to be the core of the skill system, the part tied to the angel Sariel.”

“Ohhh?” Kumoko dangled from a tall tree—dozens of meters high—then dropped down beside Zhongli, suspended midair on a thread.

“One of my original goals was to evolve into an Arachne, after all. I mean, back when I still looked like a regular spider monster, there was no way I could even talk to intelligent life. I figured the Arachne’s half-human, half-spider form would be more, you know, socially acceptable.”

“I mean, c’mon—monster girls with spider traits are totally popular in manga and games, right?”

Zhongli didn’t comment on that particular observation.

Instead, he pointed into the air and tapped twice at nothing.

Then he turned to her. “If you’re willing, I can manually inject MA energy into your system—that’s basically experience points. You should be able to evolve instantly.”

“Huh? You can do that?”

Kumoko froze, genuinely stunned. “That’s not admin-level authority anymore—you’re basically a game developer at this point!”

“Close enough,” Zhongli nodded, not bothering to deny it. “The so-called ‘Administrator Gyurie Gyurie’ you’ve mentioned doesn’t seem to have true access to the system’s underlying code. More like a Game Master in a typical MMO. What I’m doing now is full back-end control—modifying core permissions directly.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Kumoko bounced off the branch like a coiled spring, landing beside him with a thud. “Let’s do it already—I’ve been dying to evolve!”

“Bring on the Arachne—I’m ready to meet her~!”

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T/N: hmm let me know if u want footnotes for terms and stuff

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