I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [43]

Zhongli’s words left Accelerator in silence for several seconds.

Something seemed to click within him, and the shadow in his gaze slowly dissipated.

A cocky grin crept back onto his lips.

“Do you even know who you’re talking to? I’m the incurable villain here. Everything you just said—it’s right in line with my character.”

“Imagine this: dragging all those high and mighty elites, cloaked in their righteous façades, into the public eye. Stripping them bare with words and criticism until they break down in tears. And then, without hesitation, crushing them like insects.”

“Now that is what a villain does.”

Zhongli offered a subtle nod, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“So, where will you go next?”

“I decided yesterday. Obviously, it’ll be to the world’s biggest nation, America. Their committee is so disgusting it makes me sick.” Accelerator spat disdainfully. “I’ve never seen so much revolting garbage in one place.”

“Hmm.” Zhongli rose slowly, taking a few steps before turning to Accelerator. “But before you go, I have a suggestion—something that might help you.”

“What kind of help?” Accelerator’s sharp eyes narrowed.

“For instance, a declaration before departure.” Zhongli clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the rising sun on the horizon.

With deliberate emphasis, he said, “A righteous declaration, cloaked in the force of violence.”

“First, we must let the majority of people understand the truth: this world is controlled by the committees.”

“With your abilities, Accelerator, you can easily bypass the oversight of this world’s governments and broadcast a declaration to everyone, live.”

“That’s an advantage we should take full advantage of.”

“...And beyond that, there’s another matter I need to discuss with you and Miss Nana. It concerns resurrection... I may have oversimplified my earlier assumptions.”

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Inukai Kazuma was an ordinary salaryman in the Japanese archipelago.

Day after day, he toiled under his manager’s instructions, completing grueling tasks. His workday started at 9 a.m. and didn’t end until midnight, leaving him utterly drained by the time he got home.

His job lacked even the basics, like proper restroom breaks, which had once caused him to develop a bladder infection.

He hadn’t had intimacy with his wife in over a month. His sole joy in life was sipping a couple of drinks alone at home on Sundays.

Yet, despite everything, there was one thing he was deeply proud of: his daughter, Inukai Mitsuru, was a superhuman.

She was a hero of this world.

Having admired Kamen Rider as a child, Kazuma took immense pride in his daughter, who fought against the “Enemies of Humanity.”

On Sundays, he and his wife would sometimes gaze at her photograph while sharing a drink, their hearts swelling with a mix of joy and longing.

Of course, there were moments of sadness born from missing her, but it was never the dominant emotion.

Recently, Kazuma had heard that due to disturbances caused by the Enemies of Humanity, all superhumans had been withdrawn from their island training facilities and brought back to the mainland under military protection.

This gave him hope that he might finally get a chance to apply for a visit with his daughter this weekend.

“Inukai!”

His manager’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Yes, sir? What is it?” Kazuma responded quickly.

“Sorry to spring this on you, Inukai, but I’ll need to leave work early today,” the manager said apologetically, clasping his hands together in a gesture of regret.

“If you leave, I’ll never finish this work by midnight!” Kazuma frowned.

“I know, I know,” the manager replied with a conflicted look. “But my daughter fell sick yesterday, and it’s gotten worse. I need to take her to the hospital.”

Hearing this, Kazuma froze for a moment. “That’s unfair of you, boss.”

“Fine, fine. Just take care of her properly, and don’t let anything happen to her.”

“Thanks, Inukai. You’re a lifesaver. Speaking of daughters, yours is a superhuman, right? That’s amazing!” The manager offered his thanks with a bit of praise.

Kazuma scratched the back of his head with a bashful yet proud smile. “Yeah, she is.”

“But... I’ve heard the mortality rate for superhumans fighting the Enemies of Humanity is really high. Isn’t that concerning?” The manager’s words trailed off awkwardly.

Kazuma had worried about this himself, but he chuckled nervously. “It’s fine. My daughter’s ability is healing. She shouldn’t be on the frontlines, so the risk is low.”

“Right, right.” The manager quickly backtracked, realizing his misstep, but before he could say more, the company’s large screen suddenly lit up.

A pale-haired boy appeared on the screen.

“Huh?” The manager blinked in confusion.

“Hello, citizens of the world. I am Accelerator, a superhuman.”

A smooth, commanding voice echoed from the screen.

“Today, I have something important to tell you all.”

“What is this...?” Kazuma stared at the screen, dumbfounded, a growing unease gnawing at him.

The unease deepened when the boy identified himself as an superhuman, standing in a park littered with broken armor and smoke.

“Isn’t that... the seaside town that was recently sealed off? The one meant for superhumans? What’s going on? Have the Enemies of Humanity appeared here?” the manager asked, his face pale.

“I want to reveal the truth about superhumans and this world,” the boy on the screen said with a mocking smile.

“Many of you probably believe that most superhumans die fighting the Enemies of Humanity, don’t you?”

“Well, here’s the first truth I want to share with you.”

“The world hasn’t seen an Enemy of Humanity in fifty years.”

The words sent shockwaves through the room.

Kazuma and his manager exchanged stunned glances. Kazuma’s lips quivered as he stammered, “This terrorist hijacking the broadcast must be lying, right?”

“Of course,” the manager replied, trying to sound calm. He glanced out the window and saw the massive LED billboard on the building across the street displaying the same white-haired boy.

Farther away, he noticed people on the streets stopping in their tracks, pulling out their phones, and watching the broadcast intently.

“All talk of the Enemies of Humanity is nothing more than fabricated lies!” the boy declared.

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T/N: idk if they are called espers in this world so i just changed it to superhumans, accelerator is an esper but he said superhuman to fit with the worlds narrative

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