I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [261]

The world was shrouded in a dim, chaotic gloom.

Dark light enveloped everything in sight.

Whispers of gray-black wind, visible to the naked eye, drifted lazily through the air.

And at the lowest point of it all, there was a narrow, twisted path, winding into the unknown.

Amid this hazy blackness, a faint golden barrier stood out, unmistakably clear.

“Where… are we?” Kumoko’s mind was a muddled fog as she stared blankly at the surroundings, unsure of what she should be doing.

Though her spider instincts screamed that the black mist and light were not natural—that they were frightening and dangerous—her mind and soul were strangely drawn to it, as though they wanted to merge with it.

“Close your eyes.”

Even here, Zhongli’s voice remained calm and reassuring.

His gaze shimmered with golden light as he surveyed their surroundings, finally resting on Kumoko’s face.
“This is a place in the universe made specifically to house the dead and their souls.”

“The deepest point any living creature’s soul or spirit can reach—the dumping ground for the remnants of all spiritual life in this universe.”

The kind of explanation that instantly set off warning bells in one’s head.

Kumoko felt her anxiety spike, but still reflexively scratched her cheek with one of her front legs.
“Uh… sorry, I didn’t really get that.”

“To put it plainly, this place is what most people would call the realm of the dead—or the underworld.” Zhongli stated directly. “[The Abyssal Magic: Naraku] likely opens the gateway to this world and swallows reality itself. Just now, Demon Lord Ariel used it on us. We were pulled into it.”

“...Huh??” Kumoko blinked. Then her face paled.
“You mean… we died?!”

“Not quite,” Zhongli replied as if it were obvious. “Beings who enter this place and cannot escape will eventually be worn down by the endless power of the underworld, or walk the path leading deeper into it. But we are different. We can still leave.”

“So technically, we haven’t died. And frankly, at my level of existence, what does ‘death’ even mean anymore? The concept starts to lose definition.”

Kumoko didn’t understand any of that—and really, she didn’t need to.
Right now, she had only one concern: how to get out of here.

There was no way she wanted to stay in this bleak, jumbled mess of a place.

“Then let’s go already.” Zhongli didn’t push the matter. While the depths of the underworld piqued his interest, he had to consider that Kumoko was, ultimately, still a mortal. Even with his Geo shield—strong enough to withstand a universal explosion—prolonged exposure to this lifeless realm wouldn’t be good for her.

So, in the next moment, he stretched out a hand and lightly traced the void with his fingertip.

A simple door of light appeared amid the pure darkness.

Zhongli took hold of one of Kumoko’s front legs and stepped through the glowing doorway with her.

In the very next second, light returned to Kumoko’s vision, and for the first time, she genuinely felt moved.

Light is… really cute.

“You made it out?!”

A stunned voice rang out—Demon Lord Ariel.

Zhongli turned to her, his gaze steady as ever, and nodded slightly.

“Yes.”

Ariel bit her lip hard, a shadow of despair flashing across her face.

She had never imagined that Abyssal Magic—said to be powerful enough to kill gods—wouldn’t so much as scratch this godlike being from another world.

Not only had Zhongli come out unscathed, he’d even shielded that strange spider beside him.

“Demon Lord Ariel,” Zhongli said, as calmly as ever, “I believe you may have misunderstood something.”

“When I said I intended to dismantle the system, I didn’t mean I would dismantle the system’s source—Goddess Sariel herself.”

“…Huh?” Ariel’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Furthermore, if my dismantling process goes as expected, it may actually free Goddess Sariel from this endless cycle of tragedy.”

Another direct hit.

“…Huh?” Her lips parted slightly.

“And if my gains are significant enough,” Zhongli continued, “it’s not impossible for me to restore this planet entirely.”

That final suggestion was nearly impossible to refuse.

Seeing Ariel’s shocked expression, Zhongli extended a finger, pointing toward the sky and earth—now lifeless and void since being consumed by Naraku.

From his fingertip, a speck of soft golden light fell, turning into a faint mist of shimmering gold. Like a gentle fog, it seeped into the dead ground and sky.

And with its descent—

The air began to pulse with life.

Ariel could feel it.

This land, once declared dead… was reviving.

All because of that single thread of golden light released from Zhongli’s hand.

It wasn’t just magic—it was life energy. Richer and more abundant than even mana.

—If something like that exists…

The very moment she sensed it, Ariel couldn’t help but think so.

She looked at Zhongli—who stood there without the slightest change in expression, as if what he had just done was nothing unusual—and for the first time, she felt truly shaken.

Though she cared about her own life, what she cared about more was her former master—Sariel.

The goddess who had sacrificed herself to save humanity and the world.
The goddess who had rescued Ariel from despair and given her a new life.

If this being before her could truly save that goddess—

“…Even if you have that kind of power… why would you help me?”
Ariel still couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

“Mm. Good question.” Zhongli made a show of thinking for a moment.

After a few seconds, he broke into a subtle smile.

“It’s simple, really. If you know Evil God D, then you should understand her personality.”

“She has countless ways she could’ve saved both Goddess Sariel and this world. But to her, neither is meaningful. So, she chose the path that amused her most.”

“She created this world shrouded in the skill system as her entertainment.”

“And for me… it’s the same.”

“Whether it’s saving this world, or saving your goddess—it’s something I could do on a whim.”

“If it’s easy enough, then helping out a little... just depends on my mood.”

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