I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [44]

"Here, I will reveal the evidence I have gathered for everyone to see."

The white-haired boy continued to speak confidently on the broadcast, his tone steady and piercing.

Meanwhile, the committees of various nations across the world had descended into chaos.

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America, Committee Conference Room

Several committee members paced the room frantically, issuing orders to their subordinates.

“Cut off all TV signals immediately!”

“Shut down the power to the screens in Times Square!”

“Block all live broadcasts on the internet—every single one!”

“Damn it, I refuse to believe this superhuman punk can outmaneuver us!”

But their optimism was short-lived as bad news kept flooding in.

“The majority of television signal facilities have been hijacked. Forcing a power shutdown will cause irreparable damage, and some networks are refusing to comply.”

“Screens in major squares have been turned off, but smaller cities still have screens displaying the broadcast.”

“The live streams have been taken down, but a new website has popped up, broadcasting the same content. We can’t block it without disconnecting the root servers entirely.”

“Worse yet, every civilian’s smartphone has been forcefully redirected to the broadcast.”

The unrelenting cascade of bad news left the committee members in shambles.

Then, Accelerator’s next words drove them into utter despair.

"...And the evidence I’ve shown you thus far is just the beginning. For those who still doubt me, keep watching my live broadcast."

"Now, here is the second truth I wish to share: every single death of a superhuman around the world wasn’t caused by fighting the ‘Enemies of Humanity.’ They were orchestrated by a specific organization within the governments themselves."

"I will show you exactly what these inhuman scum have done."

"My next destination is America, at the New York Committee’s base."

"This location doesn’t even appear on any civilian maps."

"Please, wait a moment."

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America, New York Committee Base

The live broadcast had thrown the New York Committee into chaos.

The once-arrogant committee members scrambled, issuing frantic commands.

Staff and military personnel mobilized in droves, while the committee members hurriedly ended their meetings and retreated to private shelters under heavy guard.

"A wise man does not sit in a collapsing house," they thought, knowing full well they wouldn’t risk their lives in a direct confrontation.

But their preparations were too slow.

BOOM!

A massive explosion rocked the entire New York Committee base, sending tremors through the ground as though an earthquake had struck. The land itself seemed to roll and churn.

In the epicenter of the destruction stood the white-haired boy, a twisted grin stretching across his face.

“Hello, New York,” he said mockingly.

With one hand holding a smartphone, broadcasting the chaos in real time, and the other casually tucked into his pocket, Accelerator exuded an air of indifference.

Surrounding him were scores of armed soldiers, tanks, armored vehicles, and swarms of military helicopters overhead.

Despite the overwhelming show of force, he continued his broadcast, completely unfazed.

"A building surrounded by soldiers, not marked on any civilian maps—what could it be if not a military installation?"

He walked leisurely through the ranks of soldiers, continuing his live commentary.

The global audience watched in shock as the military’s relentless attacks—bullets, anti-tank rockets, tank shells, and even air-to-ground missiles—were utterly ineffective against him.

None of it even scratched him.

Following Nana’s meticulous plan, Accelerator refrained from harming any of the soldiers. Instead, he simply strolled forward, broadcasting everything.

In mere moments, he reached the entrance to the committee’s headquarters.

With a light stomp, the earth shook violently once more.

Web-like cracks spread outward from his feet, and the sleek, futuristic-looking building collapsed into a crater, revealing a sprawling labyrinthine underground facility beneath.

With a single leap, Accelerator crossed the shattered ground and tore through the underground structure’s exterior. His smartphone never stopped streaming.

He read aloud the script Nana had prepared for him:

"As far as I know, the American Committee consists of members from thirteen influential families, all household names among the wealthy elite. The most prominent among them is the Osborne family."

Tearing open a massive steel door with ease, Accelerator gained control over every automated and semi-automated system in the underground complex.

This time, his goal wasn’t to prevent anyone from escaping—it was to preserve the damning evidence housed within.

Following Nana’s strategy, the focus was on exposing the crimes, not indiscriminate slaughter.

"Killing a tyrant isn’t enough," Nana had said. "You must kill the tyrant in people’s hearts."

Accelerator moved with purpose, eventually arriving at the archive room. He tore open the final steel barrier with ease.

Inside, rows of servers containing unspeakable secrets greeted him.

After a brief pause, he extended his hand to reconnect the power supply.

The massive screens inside the archive room lit up, and their contents began streaming live to viewers across the globe.

Japan’s “Superhuman Island Battle Royale” project.
America’s “Superhuman Cabin in the Woods” experiments.
The “Chainsaw Maniac” files.
Britain’s “Ghost Manor” series.

The atrocities revealed far surpassed anything the audience could have imagined, shattering moral boundaries.

Videos depicting these inhumane experiments and projects began to play.

Most viewers were unable to process what they were seeing. Both mentally and physically, the content was overwhelming.

Accelerator, however, remained silent. He let the videos and records speak for themselves, his expression blank as he moved through the evidence.

When skeptics questioned the authenticity of the broadcasts, they were silenced by viewers who recognized several “participants” as superhumans who had previously been reported dead.

The entire world was in an uproar.

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