I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [249]

Ellro Great Labyrinth
Upper Layer

Lying on her back inside the nest she’d built for herself, Kumoko—who’d grown a bit round and chubby—rolled over lazily.

Her scythe-like forelegs curled in a natural motion, making a sweeping arc.

The chat group interface floating before her spun a few circles in sync with her movement, always staying positioned right in front of her eight eyes.

【----- Keeper of Contracts has exited the chat group -----】

The bold text on the interface caught her attention, and she fell into a rare, pensive silence.

Hmm... Mister Zhongli is interested in my world? Why? Is it because he’s curious about the skill system?

Or... is it the administrators of the system he’s interested in?

Can’t tell. Well, two heads are better than one—come on out, my parallel minds. Come help me figure out what Zhongli-sama’s real intention is!

Body Department: Here, here! Now that you mention it—Zhongli-sama is supposed to be a geo dragon, right? So isn’t he the same kind of creature as that earth dragon we killed a couple days ago?

Magic Department: Foolish, foolish, absolutely foolish. They’re from completely different worlds—how could dragons from one world be the same as dragons from another? I’m sure Zhongli-sama is more like a Chinese-style dragon god—like some elegant dragon deity from Saiunkoku Monogatari or something. And he can transform into a super-handsome, tall human form!

Intel Department: You’re all idiots. I’m actually worried. If a powerful divine being like Zhongli-sama comes to our world, won’t he end up clashing with the Upper Administrators? What if the battle between them ends up destroying our entire world—like when the Vortex Destructor nuked seven whole worlds, including the FATE universe!? We’d be caught in the fallout too!

Body Department: Heheh. Then we just move to another world, right? I’ve always wanted to live in a slice-of-life setting. Eat white rice every day, play tons of games—that’d be way better than this mess.

Magic Department: You idiot! We can only evolve in this world. If we don’t stay here and evolve into an Arachne, we’ll be stuck as spiders forever! Can you seriously live with that?

Body Department: Oh... yeah, that’s true. Ehehe!

Intel Department: Stop acting cute, moron!

Magic Department: So, what’s our verdict on Zhongli-sama’s request?

Intel Department: I vote yes. Last time, when we nearly lost hope, it was thanks to Zhongli-sama and the others in the chat group that we pulled through. Helping him this time is the least we can do.

Magic Department: Mm. Intel makes a good point. A single drop of kindness should be repaid a thousandfold. I vote yes too.

Body Department: Well, if everyone agrees, then of course I won’t object! It's settled then! Zhongli-sama’s transferring us 1,000 points, and since the group limit is 200 points per day via red packets, it’ll take five days before he can arrive. Sigh, such a long wait...

Body Department: By the way, it’s already been three days since we killed that earth dragon, hasn’t it?

Intel Department: Yeah, that was a grueling battle. We thought through every move for so long... and with a bit of luck, we finally won. Though afterward, the victory felt strangely hollow.

Intel Department: Yabala the Earth Dragon was a formidable foe, no doubt. But the look on his face at the end—so content, so at peace—honestly made me kind of mad.

Intel Department: He lost to us, and yet his gaze was so clear, so calm. He should’ve looked like a beaten dog—angry, humiliated—but instead, it was like he was satisfied just to have fought with everything he had and been defeated.

Intel Department: That guy really cast a shadow over our win. Even enjoying the spoils afterward didn’t taste quite as sweet.

Body Department: But hey... that’s just how dragons are. I actually think he was incredibly noble. Even though he was our enemy, I didn’t dislike him.

Magic Department: Alright, enough dragon talk. Let’s focus on what comes next.

Intel Department: Agreed. We should be doing something more meaningful right now. Right, Magic?

Magic Department: Of course. I’ve been ready for ages. Remember those four people who came to the dungeon before? I’ve still got their markers. If we follow those markers, we can...

Intel Department: We can... ehehe!

Body Department: Huh? What are you two planning...? Don’t tell me you mean...

Magic Department: Exactly what you think!

Intel Department: We’re finally going to leave this lightless, endless dungeon!!

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Teyvat
Liyue
Zhongli’s Residence

Today, Zhongli stood quietly in the courtyard, eyes closed in rare stillness.

One hand resting on his polearm, he stood amidst a scattering of weapons—various spears laid out across the ground.

He was practicing his spear techniques.

The phrase “a spear like a dragon” fit this moment perfectly. Like a silver bottle suddenly uncorked, every strike and thrust flowed with effortless precision.

Each movement, each stab, seemed shaped by heaven itself—flawless and unbreakable.

At least, that’s how Miss Guizhong, watching from the side, felt. If she had to face that level of mastery, her only option would be to counter it with overwhelming force. Nothing else could keep up.

This wasn’t just training—it was a spear technique so refined it bordered on Dao. It held no trace of worldly smoke and fire, only the chilling scent of death.

“Hoo~~~”

A breath of white mist escaped Zhongli’s lips as he exhaled, slowly lowering his spear and standing tall once more.

The little courtyard that moments ago had shimmered with silver light now fell silent again. Only the occasional breeze stirred, brushing past Zhongli’s hair—perfect and handsome like a statue carved from classical marble.

“Was your spear technique always this strong?” Guizhong asked softly, her long ink-black hair catching the wind. “I remember... back then, you were just like me. Always flinging elemental power around like a kid with toys.”

“Thousands of years and countless battles later... one learns a few tricks.” Zhongli casually tossed his polearm aside. The ground shifted slightly, and all the broken spears and the weapon he’d just thrown vanished without a trace.

“There are enemies who can’t be defeated with elemental power alone.”

His voice was calm as his gaze turned toward Guizhong. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “But over the past few millennia, as my strength kept growing, I somehow forgot how to use my own martial skills. They’ve rusted quite a bit.”

“In terms of pure technique, I’m no match for people like Fu Hua or Xiao, who’ve taken combat arts to their absolute limits.”

“But for most situations, it’s enough.”

Guizhong smiled gently, offering no comment on that.

After a moment’s thought, she decided not to hide her curiosity. She asked directly, “Lately... you’ve been busy with something I don’t understand. Mind telling me about it?”

Zhongli had no intention of keeping secrets.

After briefly organizing his thoughts, he replied plainly, “It’s true there are things I haven’t mentioned. Not because I meant to hide them, though.”

“If I really wanted to keep something secret, then rationally speaking, no one would be able to find out.”

“That’s fair,” Guizhong nodded, intrigued. “So what exactly have you been working on?”

“Hmm...” Zhongli pondered for a few seconds.

“Nothing especially important. Just... an experiment. Even if it fails, it won’t affect anything significant.”

“How to put it... You know this already—there’s a 90% chance that Fu Hua is actually Qingyun. Now that I’ve found her, even if she hasn’t fully recovered her memories from that time, it’s just a matter of slowly waiting.”

“Knowing that has lifted a huge weight off my chest.”

“And once that burden eased, I suddenly found myself... with free time.”

With a flick of his hand, he summoned another geo spear and twirled it, casting a silver arc through the air. His expression remained serene, but Guizhong could sense a trace of uncertainty beneath the surface.

This was the Geo Archon who had dedicated himself for millennia to reviving his beloved. And now that hope had finally begun to bear fruit... he found himself, for the first time in ages, without a purpose.

“So... that’s why you’ve been a little different lately?” Guizhong blinked, her starlit eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Of course not.” Zhongli folded his hands behind his back and turned his gaze beyond the courtyard, toward the bustling grandeur of Liyue Harbor.

“Rationally speaking, I’m not the sort to laze around. With free time on my hands, I started thinking about what path I should take next.”

“There’s still a path forward?” Guizhong raised a hand to cover her small, cherry-pink lips in mock surprise. “Zhongli, are you... going to advance even further?”

“Yes,” he replied, a faint smile curving his lips. “At my level, of course I want to see what lies at even greater heights. And now that I’ve recovered Qingyun, my heart feels free once more.”

There was a trace of quiet loneliness in his tone, the kind that comes from standing too high above.

“Even if I tried not to grow stronger... within a mere century, the presence I cast across the timeline would envelop Teyvat’s entire history. And then, instinctively, it would reach for the future.”

“If I don’t intervene, in about thirteen hundred years, Teyvat will become nothing more than a glass bead in the palm of my hand.”

“I don’t want to become that kind of god. That’s why I’m seeking a different path. A change.”

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