I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [242]

Gastro-Virus World
Tokyo Special District.
Tendo Civilian Security Company.

Tendo Kisara sat in the president’s chair of her own company, her expression twisting into a deep frown.

She was a girl dressed entirely in black.

Her jet-black hair was long and silky, her skin as pale and smooth as freshly fallen snow. Her face, neck, hands, and the exposed skin between her skirt and thigh-high stockings stood out against the monochrome of her uniform—a black and white sailor outfit from Meiwa Girls' Academy.

Aside from the red ribbon tied at her chest, her entire appearance was a study in stark contrast between black and white.

Her sharp, upturned eyes gave her an intense gaze.

Because of this expression, even though her smile could be adorable, she always seemed to carry a sullen look.

And ever since waking from her afternoon nap, her expression had only grown more and more troubled.

Because—

A strange, glowing screen had appeared right before her eyes.

It looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, a floating VR interface that had materialized without any equipment or external devices.

She could freely open and close it, and even more bizarrely, she could completely understand the strange text displayed on the screen—despite its unfamiliar nature.

And if she were to take the words at face value, this screen was a network chatroom from before the war—the war that had destroyed the world and driven humanity to the brink of extinction.

But that didn’t make sense.

Tendo Kisara had been born after the war, part of the so-called Pure Generation that had never experienced the Great Catastrophe. However, as a member of the powerful Tendo family—the ruling authority of the Tokyo District—she had still seen more than most.

While the war had pushed technological and biological advancements to new heights, the ability to implant a floating screen directly into her mind through neural interference or VR tech… this was far too advanced.

And more importantly… why her?

Though she bore the Tendo name, she had long since cut ties with her family. She had even dedicated herself to eliminating them. Those who knew her goal called her "The Tendo Killer of the Tendo Family."

Any force capable of installing something like this into her brain—without her knowledge, within a mere half-hour nap—would have no logical reason to target her in the first place.

It simply wasn’t in their interest.

【Multiversal Chat Group Fully Loaded】

【Please open the chat group page and enjoy chatting with fellow group members.】

A sudden voice echoed in her mind.

Tendo Kisara’s delicate brows furrowed.

Her gaze shifted to the already-open chat group interface.

Her thoughts remained calm.

—Let’s see just what you really are.

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End of the World.
A City.

Snowflakes danced through the air, falling endlessly.

Huddled together under a thin woolen blanket, Chito and Yuuri leaned against their beloved half-track motorcycle, bracing for the inevitable end.

They had known for a long time—this world was beyond saving.

They had known for a long time—their journey would never lead to a hopeful destination.

They had known for a long time—that one day, they would run out of food, run out of fuel, and have no choice but to lean against each other… and wait for death to come.

But they never expected that day to arrive so soon.

“Ah~! Chii-chan, do you think people see hallucinations before they die?”

A small blonde girl, clad in a WWII-era steel helmet, lay on the motorcycle seat, her vacant eyes gazing at the sky.

Endless snowflakes fell mercilessly, as if determined to bury the towering ruins around them.

“They probably do, Yuuri.”

The girl with braided hair curled up tighter, trying to suppress the cold gnawing at her body and the hunger clawing at her stomach.

Two days ago, their beloved half-track motorcycle had broken down completely in the snow.

One day ago, they had eaten the last of their food.

Half a day ago, they had gazed into the distance, only to see an endless, lifeless expanse of white.

That was when Chito had realized—the end had truly come.

Huddled in the motorcycle’s shadow, she held a few sheets of paper, quietly murmuring to herself:

"I hope these diary entries will one day be found by whatever life comes after us."

“You used to hate it when I peeked at your diary.”

Yuuri turned over sluggishly, her dull eyes resting on her companion.

“This is different.” Chito shook her head slightly.

“Alright, alright. Back to the hallucinations.”

Yuuri weakly extended a frail, pale arm, swiping at the empty air in front of her.

“How nice would it be if, before dying, we saw a vision of a grand feast instead?”

“Instead… I’m seeing something weird called a chat group?”

“Chat group? What’s that?” Chito’s voice rose slightly, curiosity flickering in her tired eyes.

“Some kind of software for talking to people? …Huh? Software? What’s that? Why do I know that word?”

Yuuri suddenly jolted upright.

“Well, since it’s my final hallucination, couldn’t it have been a dream about a feast instead?”

She muttered to herself while randomly tapping at the empty space in front of her.

“Ah~~! I see a paradise of grilled fish! I see mountains of chocolate, and an ocean of chocolate! The mountains are covered in steaming clouds of alcohol! How wonderful… I want to close my eyes…”

“Trying to hypnotize yourself won’t work.”

Chito curled up tighter, her voice faint.

“I heard once that these deathbed illusions can’t be controlled. They show you what you truly desire the most.”

“Yuuri… what you wanted most was to talk to people?”

"I'm sorry... I never noticed."

“Sign in! Sign in!!”

“Shop!! SHOP!!”

Yuuri’s voice grew louder and more excited.

“I don’t know what the shop is! I don’t know what buying even means! But I smell food!”

“Ah! Found it! What can I get for five points?”

“Unlimited ammo Desert Eagle? Vampire bloodline? Internal energy? Genetic locks?”

“What are these? Isn’t there any food? Or something warm?”

“Ah!!! Found it! Post-Apocalypse Family Canned Food Set—Three Years’ Supply! Only one point! Canned food is that cheap?! I miss canned food so much…”

“Portable graphene camping heater! Heats up to ten square meters, lasts for one year! I don’t get the details, but heat sounds nice! Two points.”

“Advanced military field tent—suitable for extreme weather! One point.”

“Oh, oh! Half-track motorcycle, 1932 model! One point.”

“Ah! Food! Warmth! A motorcycle!”

“Come forth!!”

As Yuuri’s voice grew more ecstatic, Chito wearily closed her eyes.

—So cold… so hungry… Yuuri has reached the final stage of life. I must be close, too.

—Ah… I don’t want to die like this, but… there’s nothing we can do.

BANG!

A crisp noise.

A heavy thud echoed beside her.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she threw off the snow-covered blanket and sat up with a jolt.

And there—

Yuuri’s round face was drenched in tears, filled with disbelief and joy.

In front of her—

Stacks of canned food.

A massive, high-quality tent.

A brand-new half-track motorcycle.

“…What is this?”

Chito could only stare blankly.

“Chii-chan, it’s from the chat group!”

Yuuri tackled her in excitement.

“We can keep traveling! We can reach the top of the tower!”

Chito fell backward into the snow.

She wanted to say something—anything—but no words came.

She wanted to move, but had no strength left.

Yet, at some point—

Tears had silently filled her eyes.

And beneath the vast, snow-covered sky—

Yuuri’s song rang out.

"Despair! Despair! Despair!"
"But my despair is fading—because I’ve made a friend!"

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Seventeen Beasts World
Floating Archipelago, Floating Island No. 68
Orlando Chamber of Commerce, Fourth Warehouse

A modestly dressed girl stood beneath the bright sunlight, hanging freshly washed blankets and clothes out to dry.

She wore a gray-and-blue maid uniform, her petite frame complemented by ocean-blue hair and deep, sea-like eyes.

For some reason, she suddenly froze in place, the blanket in her hands stopping mid-air.

“Chtholly?”

The golden fairy, Ethellia, had been standing nearby, arms crossed, leisurely basking in the sun. She immediately noticed the odd expression on the girl’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

She took two quick steps forward, closing the distance between them.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Chtholly Nota Seniorious, the gentle blue-haired girl, responded softly with an unreadable expression.

Of course, Ethellia wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

As the oldest of the golden fairies stationed at Orlando Chamber of Commerce’s Fourth Warehouse, she had experienced far more than Chtholly.

She knew all too well how fragile—how sorrowful—the existence of a golden fairy truly was.

They were lost souls, doomed to die before they even understood what death meant.

Strictly speaking, they weren’t truly alive.

And because they were not truly alive, they had no fear of death—though deep inside, they weren’t entirely indifferent to it. In their younger years, their perception of the world was still heavily influenced by bodily sensations, leaving them blissfully unaware of their ultimate fate.

Their only purpose was to wield relic weapons and fight against the Beasts as replacements for the extinct humans.

A golden fairy was not a rightful existence.

They were merely ignorant souls, bound together by an illusion—a natural phenomenon formed by chance.

And eventually, they would remember who they once were.

Though long-lived fairies were rare, and there existed rare exceptions who never experienced this condition, cases had shown that fairies who lived for nearly twenty years—fully developing both body and mind—would inevitably recall their past lives.

Two years ago, Ethellia herself had suffered an invasion of memories from her past life. In the end, her original personality had been completely erased.

Though she now continued using the name Ethellia Maige Valkyris after reading the diary of her former self, she understood one truth—

She was no longer her.

So when she saw Chtholly suddenly freeze up, a deep worry took root in her heart.

Was Chtholly also experiencing the same thing?

“No, really, it’s nothing, Ethellia.”

Chtholly smiled gently.

She didn’t want to worry her companion before figuring out what was actually happening.

“I’m probably just a little tired. You know, I didn’t sleep well last night. Once I finish hanging up these clothes, I’ll head back to the dormitory and rest for a bit. I should be fine by tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

Ethellia gave a small nod.

Since Chtholly didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t press further.

Instead, she simply reminded her in a quiet voice:

“Chtholly, if anything feels off, please tell me. You are my most important family.”

“Of course, Ethellia.”

Chtholly smiled again, warm and serene.

She carefully finished hanging the clothes and blankets, ensuring everything was neatly in place before turning and heading toward her dormitory.

Once inside, she lay down on her bed, gazing at the strange chat group interface hovering before her.

Nothing had changed.

It was still there—clear as ever.

The conversations happening within the group… she didn’t completely understand everything, but she could grasp enough to get the gist of it.

“How strange…”

The blue-haired girl murmured softly.

She still didn’t know what this chat group truly was, but in her heart, she felt something.

Perhaps, just as that person named Talentless Nana had said—

This is a place where miracles begin.

Perhaps… the fate of the golden fairies will change from this moment onward.

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The World of the Law of Cycles
An Unknown Space

A girl in a black mourning dress smiled gleefully, watching a screen that even Kyubey could not perceive.

“Lalalala~~! Lalalalala~~!”

Beside her, a series of dolls danced, their voices echoing through the void.

The second doll appeared with a gloomy aura, creeping forward like a shadow.

It sneered at the pitiful sight before it.

"What a pathetic waste."

These dolls revered only freedom and desire.

The fourth doll followed, its tone as cold as ice.

It stumbled over the waste’s head and frowned in irritation.

"Wouldn’t it be easier to chop them into smaller pieces for convenience?"

These dolls obeyed only demons.

Then came the fifth doll, impatient and irritated.

"The funeral isn’t here yet? I even practiced crying in advance! I can’t wait any longer!"

These dolls were no one and yet everyone.

Next was the sixth doll, exuding an air of disinterest.

With its usual sharp tongue, it mocked:

"My, my. What a brilliant comedian this waste has become."

These dolls were a cruel child's game, entangled in the web of fate.

Seventh… Eighth…

One after another, they arrived, all the way to the fifteenth.

And then, the fifteenth doll—the final one.

Love.

No one had ever seen this demon before.

The night had not yet ended.

And the night would never end.

We are the mourners. The theater troupe of the Other Shore.

But.

But.

There was one that no one had noticed.

The first.

That one… was Foolishness.

A doll that had once heard whispers from the birds—

"I have heard of the goddess," it had proclaimed excitedly.

"A beautiful and pure goddess. Surely, she will love us."

“…Is that so?”

The girl, clad in pure black, curled up on the ground.

Her head tilted as she gazed at the adorable doll before her.

Her ink-black hair spilled over the floor, cascading like a bottomless abyss.

Slowly, she extended a slender, pale finger—

And tapped the Foolishness doll.

"Perhaps…"

A whisper drifted through the void.

"Perhaps it is time to welcome the goddess."

"And the moment when the chat group appears once more."

"Ah~~! I have been waiting. I have been searching."

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T/N: CHITO AND YUURI LOOK SO CUTEEEEEE!!!!

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