I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [45]

The world descended into chaos.

This was not a metaphor—it was an undeniable fact. The entire world was in turmoil.

For the first time, humanity’s cruelty and savagery were laid bare for all to see.

Ordinary people, many of whom had previously been oblivious, now learned that there existed entities unbound by laws or morals.

For the first time, the moral degradation of the powerful was revealed in all its grotesque detail.

Some believed it; others dismissed it.
Some were terrified; others were enraged.
Some sympathized, while others were exhilarated.

The emotions of people worldwide were ignited.

On the internet, in society, within families, and in workplaces—
Nearly everyone paused their daily routines to discuss what they had just witnessed.

For families with members who were superhumans, the mood was particularly heavy. Pain and grief were nearly universal among them.

The brutalized superhumans’ families, though individually weak, began to coalesce into a significant force.

Sympathy for their plight, fear of the ruling class, opportunism, and attempts to exploit the chaos for hidden agendas—
All of these factors fueled protests, violent clashes, police losing control, and even military uprisings.

The live broadcast had barely been cut off when the world’s social order began to crumble.

Beneath the Ruins of the New York Committee

Accelerator strolled leisurely through the wreckage of the committee’s underground base.

Per Zhongli’s instructions and Nana’s plan, most of his mission was complete.

All that was left was to let the emotions stirred by his broadcast fester and grow.

Even through the layers of earth above him, Accelerator could sense the upheaval on the surface.

The fury and despair of the people were like torrents crashing against the rulers who had upheld their corrupt order.

The atrocities he had exposed would outrage anyone with a shred of decency. Anyone with a conscience would be incensed.

This time, for the ordinary people, it was personal.

To the ruling elite, both superhumans and regular civilians were nothing more than ants.

If those in power could do such things to superhumans today, who would be their next target?

It was only natural for the people to be angry and sorrowful. Such feelings were human instinct.

RING RING! RING RING!

In this unexpected moment, the phone Accelerator had used to livestream his broadcast began to ring.

The voice on the other end was calm and gentle, like a refreshing breeze.

“Hello, Mr. Accelerator. My name is Osborne XIII. I am the chairman of the American Committee.”

“Hmm?” Accelerator raised an eyebrow.

The name rang a bell. Searching his memory, he quickly recalled.

Osborne XIII was one of the few committee members who seemed to possess a semblance of humanity.

Unlike his peers, Osborne had tried to normalize relations between superhumans and ordinary people and sought to reform the committee’s bloated, corrupt system. While his efforts had been largely ineffective, he had never engaged in the grotesque atrocities committed by others.

“I remember you,” Accelerator said, his voice tinged with amusement.

Behind him, a swirling dance of particles painted a vivid contrast—radiant white like the light of heaven, and deep black like the wings of a demon.

With one hand in his pocket and the other holding the phone, Accelerator casually walked out of the underground facility.

“So, what do you want? I’m only listening because you haven’t done anything particularly disgusting—yet.”

“Mr. Accelerator, while I cannot fathom how you managed to force your broadcast onto every electronic device in the world, I must say your actions will have consequences,” Osborne said, his tone still gentle.

“Consequences?” Accelerator’s lips curled into a feral grin. “You want to lecture me about consequences? Did you committee scumbags ever stop to think about consequences when you did all those revolting things?”

“Don’t tell me that you’re exempt because of your power, but I, an oppressed superhuman, need to play nice.”

“Ah, I understand your anger and your reasoning,” Osborne replied calmly, refusing to argue. “I only wish you had given me more time.”

“Time?”

“Yes, time. I was planning to contact you today to discuss how we might normalize relations between superhumans and ordinary people,” Osborne explained patiently.

“I’ve had plans in place for a long time—plans to reform this twisted society and the committee itself. But due to limited resources, I’ve had to revise and delay them repeatedly.

“When I saw your display of power yesterday, I realized that, together, we could finally enact real change in this filthy, wretched system.”

“But I never expected you to choose such a blunt, explosive method to ignite everything.”

“Did you not consider the consequences of your actions?”

“And what consequences might those be?” Accelerator asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice mocking.

Osborne’s voice carried a faint sorrow. “Without a new force to maintain social order, your actions have set the military, police, government, and civilians against each other.

“The laws that once maintained order have been shattered. Without any semblance of justice, the people will instinctively distrust all instruments of violence—perhaps even rebel against them.”

“The military, police, and government will fracture internally.”

“The result will be total societal chaos, leaving no legal protection for civilians. Surface-level order may have been oppressive, but it was still better than the lawless chaos you’ve unleashed.”

“So what you’re saying is that my actions, lacking foresight, will plunge society into chaos and cause even more deaths, right?” Accelerator summarized Osborne’s words bluntly, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Exactly. If you had waited just one more day and worked with me, we might have found a way to reduce this chaos,” Osborne confirmed. “A revolution without leadership or a clear agenda isn’t a revolution—it’s a riot.”

“Ha! Bullshit!” Accelerator sneered. “Who do you think you are? You’re part of the committee—a chairman, no less.”

“And you think you’re qualified to work with me?”

“Wait for me. I’ll find your little safe house, and I’ll rub your face into the dirt until you choke on it.”

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