I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [48]

“Heh.”

After a brief pause, Accelerator burst into laughter.

His laughter was wild, ringing across the rooftop as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Hahahaha! So, the most disgusting, rotten, and revolting organization in this cesspool of a world—the Committee—is led by a superhuman?!”

“Is this some kind of cosmic joke?!”

“I think I’ve used up all my laughter for the year!”

Bending slightly, he looked at Osborne XIII and Laisa VII, who remained kneeling before him. His mocking grin widened as he raised an eyebrow.

“Black-and-white angel? That prophecy is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!”

But mid-laugh, Accelerator’s face suddenly hardened, his tone turning cold.

“Sorry, but I refuse.”

“...What?”

Osborne XIII’s calm façade cracked for the first time. His smile faltered as he stared at Accelerator in shock.

“You and your wife are not exempt from judgment,” Accelerator said sharply. “That much is absolute. But...”

He paused, pulling out his phone as it began to ring.

“But maybe—just maybe—you’ll get to live peacefully in the world to come. You might even make it to a natural death.”

With that, he raised a finger and slashed through the air.

In an instant, Osborne XIII, Laisa VII, and the skyscraper beneath them disintegrated into fine dust, swept away by the wind.

Only then did Accelerator put the phone to his ear, speaking his first words to the caller:

“My mission is complete.”

“Understood.”

Zhongli’s calm voice came from the other end.

Hanging up, Accelerator glanced at the ruins beneath his feet. He muttered under his breath:

“Trash. Utter trash.”

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“It’s time.”

Zhongli set down the teacup he had been holding since morning and rose from the stone table.

Casting a glance at the group of superhuman youths playing nearby with the ever-enthusiastic Sensual Prisoner, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

Closing his eyes, he reached out with his consciousness, once again stepping beyond the flow of time.

In this suspended realm, he observed the world’s timeline, rippling like a vast river. He noted the intense emotional turbulence and the monumental choices shaping the course of history.

Satisfied, he nodded to himself.

At first, Zhongli had assumed that resurrecting certain individuals from the timeline would be as effortless as eating or drinking. However, his attempts in Nana’s world had revealed otherwise.

Without disturbances in the time stream—like still water in a pond—it was nearly impossible for him to pluck someone out and bring them back. To achieve perfect resurrection, he would need to grasp the entirety of the timeline from its origin to its end.

But when waves churned the timeline, opportunities arose. During these moments, he could pinpoint the essence of marked souls and retrieve them from the river of time.

And what caused these “waves”? They were the pivotal, world-altering events that defined a civilization’s future.

That was why Zhongli had collaborated with Nana to refine their plan: to have Accelerator ignite the volatile tensions between superhumans and ordinary people, triggering a global upheaval.

Now, it seemed, Accelerator had executed the plan brilliantly.

Before Zhongli’s eyes, the waves of the timeline surged with extraordinary ferocity, cascading forward and swallowing centuries of potential futures.

But that was no longer Zhongli’s concern.

With delicate precision, he plucked the true souls he had marked, anchoring them to the timeline. Opening his eyes, he found himself facing Nana, who looked at him with concern.

“Mr. Zhongli, did you...?”

“Yes,” he replied, nodding. “It’s a success. Now, we move to the second step.”

Nana straightened her posture, her expression resolute. “I’m ready. This is the price I must pay.”

Zhongli said nothing more. He summoned his signature spear, the blade gleaming with the luster of stone. With a swift thrust, the spear pierced through Nana’s chest, her heart impaled.

Blood trickled down the spear’s edge as Nana’s body shuddered.

Zhongli closed his eyes again, his consciousness stepping outside the flow of time. The anchors he had placed shimmered, guiding him to the core of this world’s existence.

Satisfied, he nodded once more.

In the ethereal realm beyond time, seven colossal dragon heads emerged, each crowned with a different elemental sigil. The great dragon began its journey, riding the waves of the turbulent timeline back to the origin point—100 years in the past.

That was when the first Enemy of Humanity and the first superhuman had been born.

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T/N: the dragon heads must represent each element of teyvat....

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