I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [42]

“You’re back.”

Zhongli’s calm voice reached Accelerator’s ears.

The white-haired teenager paused, glanced at Zhongli, and wordlessly walked over to a stone wall. He picked up a stone box lunch and began eating ravenously.

Above them, the moon shone in radiant silver light, the stars glittering brilliantly in the clear sky.

Under the moonlight, a simple stone house shielded its occupants from the wind and rain. Inside, the group of superhuman youths and children slept soundly.

Two of the youngest were huddled together like homeless fledglings seeking warmth.

“Keeper of Contracts,” a voice called out.

“Puri Puri Prisoner,” now freshly bathed and dressed appropriately to avoid offending the sleeping youths, appeared in the park.

“Angel Sweetheart,” Zhongli greeted him serenely, seated at a stone table. He sipped leisurely from a cup of warm wine.

Before him, a small charcoal stove kept a pot of sake steaming, while a plate of preserved plums rested on the stone surface.

“How did it go?”

“Not bad.” Puri Puri Prisoner sat beside him, his voice low. “The ones who needed killing were killed, and those who didn’t were left alone.”

“Good. That’s enough,” Zhongli replied before turning his gaze to Accelerator, who had finished eating and collapsed onto the disordered grass. “It seems our young friend isn’t doing too well.”

“Well, he’s still just a kid,” the Puri Puri Prisoner said with a bitter smile. “Tonight might’ve been a bit too much for him.”

Zhongli nodded slightly in acknowledgment. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.” The Puri Puri Prisoner waved him off. “Alcohol’s no good for the muscles.”

With that, their conversation ended. Accelerator, too, appeared disinclined to speak further.

The night passed without incident.

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After a quick wash, Accelerator, his face still dark and brooding, approached Zhongli.

“Hey, Keeper of Contracts. Do you have a way to send me directly to America’s capital?”

“Yes, there is a way.” Zhongli considered briefly before answering. “Among the superhuman youths, there’s one with the ability to teleport. As long as she has a photo of the destination, she can teleport to it. If I temporarily enhance her abilities, she should be able to send you there.”

“Good. Do it,” Accelerator said curtly.

“Before we proceed, may I ask why you want to go to America’s capital?” Zhongli posed the obvious question.

“Isn’t it obvious? To kill every single one of those committee scumbags!”

Accelerator’s lips curled into a feral, bloodthirsty grin.

“And after you kill them all?” Zhongli pressed.

“Then I’ll keep killing.” Accelerator didn’t hesitate. “After wiping out their committee, I’ll move on to the next country’s committee. This planet is crawling with them. I’ll kill every last one!”

“Not a single one will escape!” His eyes burned crimson as he spoke.

“Good idea.” Zhongli nodded impassively. “And once all the committee members are dead, what then?”

“Tch! Stop beating around the bush, Keeper of Contracts.” Accelerator sneered, clearly impatient. “Just spit it out already.”

“If it were up to me,” Zhongli began, tapping lightly on the stone table, “I’d not only kill the committee members but also anyone aspiring to take their place and every organization affiliated with them.”

“After that, I’d eliminate government officials who’ve committed atrocities.”

“Then, I’d kill those who discriminate against superhumans.”

“Next, I’d deal with superhumans who abuse their powers for evil.”

“And finally, I’d destroy any superhuman organizations that devolve into new dragons of tyranny.”

“If you follow this cycle endlessly, what conclusion do you think you’ll reach?” Zhongli’s tone was calm, devoid of personal emotion, as he laid out this grim sequence.

“Hah!” Accelerator shot him a contemptuous look, as though Zhongli were a fool. “If that’s your grand conclusion, why not let me stop the planet’s rotation for five seconds and wipe out all life on Earth? That’d be far more efficient.”

“Exactly,” Zhongli said with an air of understanding, unfazed by Accelerator’s scorn.

“This world’s relationship between superhumans and the elite is abysmal. However, thanks to widespread propaganda and indoctrination, the relationship between superhumans and ordinary people is still somewhat stable. That’s the foundation.”

Zhongli’s voice grew analytical. “Over the past fifty years, the one commendable thing the committees have done is promote the idea that superhumans aren’t inherently evil. That narrative has laid the groundwork for potential integration between ordinary people and superhumans.”

“Your indiscriminate slaughter might frighten the elites temporarily, but even if you kill them and their successors, as long as there are ordinary people who oppose superhumans, the cycle of hatred will repeat endlessly.”

“Then what should I do?” Accelerator’s expression turned grim, but he listened intently.

As an esper with an exceptional intellect, he fully understood the implications of Zhongli’s words.

“Judgment,” Zhongli said firmly, enunciating every word.

“Expose every crime to the light of day. Every single one. Lay it all bare.”

“Punish the guilty and release the innocent. Let the people of this planet serve as the judges.”

“No sane human being would sympathize with the atrocities committed by the committees.”

“That way, you’ll stand as the force of justice.”

“Dismantle the adversarial nature of this society. Pull the world back from the brink of dualistic conflict. Show ordinary people who their true enemies are.”

“That is your responsibility, Accelerator.”

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