I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [263]

“That… is the stupid, and slightly tragic, history of this planet.”

Demon Lord Ariel’s story ended with those words.

Zhongli stood silently beside her, listening without expression.

It was Kumoko, on the other hand, who looked completely floored by everything she’d just heard. Her eyes and jaw were wide open, like some gag manga background character reacting to a plot twist they were totally unprepared for.

“Wait, wait, wait—so that means... becoming an Administrator just depends on Evil God D’s mood?” Kumoko couldn’t help but complain aloud. “That woman… yeah, she really is all about her twisted sense of fun.”

“She clearly has the power to just resurrect us Earth students outright, but instead she had our souls reincarnated into another world. Probably because it’s ‘more interesting’ that way. And even though she could easily save the planet, she made an entire ‘game-like’ system just to squeeze souls dry, forcing Goddess Sariel to serve as a glorified power source and AI core. What else could it be, if not for her own amusement?”

“She really is the worst kind of evil god.”

Kumoko paused, then suddenly shifted tone.

“...But then again, can you really blame her?”

“She’s not connected to this world in any way. It’s only because she found it fun that she agreed to Gyuri-Gyuri’s request. If she hadn’t felt that spark of curiosity, this planet probably would’ve been long gone. So really, I should be thankful that I’m interesting enough to catch her attention. Lucky me, huh?”

Ariel didn’t respond, but Zhongli gave Kumoko a slight smile, affirming her insight.

“You’re not wrong.”

Though he said this, Zhongli had already shifted his gaze back to Ariel.

“The history of this world truly is fascinating. Just for that tale, I’ve decided… I’ll make a contract with you.”

“…What?” Ariel narrowed her eyes coldly at him.

“A contract.” Zhongli’s gaze passed beyond her, toward the horizon. In his inner vision, the prototype structure of the skill system slowly began revealing itself.

As he prepared to dissect its core functions, he spoke casually.

“What is it that you seek?”

“What do I seek?” Ariel replied without hesitation. “The complete and utter destruction of the elf patriarch—my own father, Potimas Harrifenas—and the liberation of the one I hold dearest, Goddess Sariel.”

“Then that shall be the basis of our contract,” Zhongli said gently. “In exchange for the history of this universe and this planet, I will erase that elf called Potimas Harrifenas, and rescue your beloved goddess Sariel.”

“…Huh?” Ariel couldn’t help but feel the offer sounded almost too casual.

Just by sharing a story, she’d secured this otherworldly god’s promise to grant her two lifelong wishes?

Then what was the point of everything she’d endured for so many years—her endless struggle, her fear, her pain?

A sorrowful look flickered across Ariel’s face.

Zhongli and Kumoko, upon seeing her expression, could more or less guess what she was thinking.

Kumoko clicked her mandibles in quiet sympathy. Zhongli, as always, remained serene and composed.

After a few moments, Zhongli was the first to speak again.
“You have no objections, then. The contract is now sealed.”

His voice shifted—no longer merely calm, but ethereal and divine, as if descending from the heavens themselves.

“What thou seeketh, shall be granted unto thee.”

As his words faded, Ariel suddenly felt something pressing upon her—though she couldn’t tell exactly what.
And yet, she knew.

The god before her had taken on her wishes… and had vowed to make them real.

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Skill System World.
Earth, Japan.

In the home of Evil God D.

The girl with long, ink-black hair—whose beauty was as otherworldly as her power—sat staring at the surveillance feed in front of her. She bit her fingernail in frustration, her expression troubled, as if even her divine brain couldn’t process what she was seeing.

This is wrong.

This is so wrong.

That little white spider on screen was just something she had cobbled together. A soul of a spider, kneaded together with the tiniest fragments of her own broken soul.

No matter how she calculated it, no matter how she thought about it—there was no way that little spider should’ve been able to stand up to Demon Lord Ariel.

And yet… there it was.

The feed clearly showed Ariel submitting to Kumoko.

The oddities during the battle were one thing. Kumoko tanking Ariel’s punches without injury? Fine. Kumoko escaping [Abyssal Magic: Naraku]? Still within the realm of possibility.

But Ariel surrendering after that?

Absolutely impossible.

—Have I… misunderstood Ariel and Kumoko from the start?

She couldn’t help but wonder.

But a second later, she shook her head and dismissed the thought.

—No. That’s impossible. Even if Kumoko’s hiding something from my observation, Ariel wouldn’t be able to hide anything from me.

Eliminating the impossible, the remaining answer—no matter how absurd—must be the truth.

—This feed has been tampered with.

Never mind who or how they hacked into her system—the fact that someone could interfere with her skill system made Evil God D feel… something she hadn’t felt in ages.

Excitement.

The kind of fun she hadn’t encountered in a very long time.

Not since the day she discovered there were things about that little spider she couldn’t observe.

The thrill of mystery. The joy of the unknown.

This—this was exactly the kind of stimulation she lived for.

“Ahaha~ how delightful. My little broken soul… Kumoko.”

Evil God D reached for a plush doll that looked exactly like Kumoko—about half her own height—and hugged it tightly to her chest.

“You really do bring me the most unique kind of joy. I’m falling for you more and more. I could never throw you away now.”

“Ahaha~!”

This laugh was different from her usual theatrical elegance. It was genuine. Not a constructed human smile, but a true expression of amusement.

“Well, if surveillance is no longer of much use…”

Still hugging the Kumoko doll, Evil God D stood up, stretching lazily. The soft pale skin of her belly peeked out as her body moved with lazy grace and unearthly beauty.

“…I suppose I’ll go in person.”

“Besides, I’ve been getting a little bored of gaming at home lately.”

“Wait for me, Kumoko.”

“I can’t wait… for the day we meet.”

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