I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [41]

“Finally out, BOY~!”

Emerging from the underground base, Accelerator's face was dark and brooding.

The scene that greeted him—the blood-soaked battlefield strewn with corpses and mechanical wreckage—only deepened his silence.

Standing amidst the carnage, the "Puri Puri Prisoner," wearing nothing but his smug grin, waved enthusiastically at him.

Accelerator opened his mouth to speak but was rendered speechless by the grotesque spectacle surrounding them.

“BOY, what are you thinking?” The Puri Puri Prisoner’s muscular physique gleamed under the crimson-tinged moonlight, casting an unsettling aura.

“You…” Accelerator raised his head and glanced at him but said nothing, lowering his gaze once more.

“Let me guess, BOY.” The Puri Puri Prisoner’s expression softened—completely different from his usual demeanor.

“You’re feeling hollow because you’ve killed someone, aren’t you?”

“Fueled by righteous fury, driven by a thirst for vengeance, you thought killing would be cathartic, satisfying. But instead, it left you empty. Isn’t that right?”

“You imagined your anger would dissipate, replaced by exhilaration or righteous passion. But what filled your soul was a void, correct?”

Accelerator’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp and piercing.

“You wanted to be a hero of justice, a savior to others, but instead, you’re forced into slaughter and destruction. It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“What’s your point?” Accelerator’s reply was gruff, almost reluctant.

“My point is simple: eliminating evil is necessary.” The Puri Puri Prisoner tilted his head to gaze at the pristine moonlight. “My Nine Yang True Qi tells me these people were full of filth, corrupted monstrosities. If they had existed in my world, they’d undoubtedly become terrifying abominations within some organization.”

“That’s why I killed them without hesitation.”

“At first, I thought you were the same, but looking at you now, it seems you haven’t found your path yet.”

“My path?” Accelerator scoffed, ready to dismiss the notion as self-righteous drivel.

“Yes, your path,” the Puri Puri Prisoner replied with utmost seriousness, completely unfazed.

“My path is that of a hero: to slay monsters, protect humanity, and uphold justice. Whether it costs me my life, my people, or anything else, I will never compromise with evil. In my world, this is the creed of many heroes. I’m just one of many following it.”

“Take Zhonglin, for example. He has his own path. Though he’s not as straightforward about it, I can sense his yearning for fairness. That contract he’s always babbling about? It’s not about the contract itself but fairness and justice.”

“As for you, Accelerator BOY, your path is still borrowed from someone else, isn’t it? Probably that guy from A Certain Magical Index, Kamijou Touma, right?”

“Tch!” Accelerator scoffed, neither confirming nor denying.

“Walking a path inspired by others isn’t inherently wrong. Admiring someone enough to emulate their way is valid,” the Puri Puri Prisoner said calmly. “But your journey will never be exactly like theirs.”

“People can’t step into the same river twice. You’ll never truly walk another’s path.”

“Finished yet?” Accelerator’s tone was irritable, though the gloom in his demeanor seemed to have lifted slightly.

“That’s all I wanted to say,” the Puri Puri Prisoner said, tilting his chin provocatively.

“Hmph. Let’s go. We’ve got two more targets to hit tonight.”

“Where?”

“The Kyoto Grand Chamber and the Toyama Imperial Residence,” Accelerator said with a feral grin. “Supporters of that trash committee.”

“The so-called royal families, noble clans, and CEOs of some major corporations in this wretched archipelago.”

“You’ve already pinpointed their locations, BOY?” The Puri Puri Prisoner scratched his chest hair absentmindedly.

“Of course. This society’s electronic systems are child’s play to me.”

“Alright then, let’s go. By dawn, we’ll have dealt with all the filth in this country. There’s still plenty to do tomorrow,” the Puri Puri Prisoner said, stretching leisurely. “Ever since I started practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill I got from that system store, I’ve grown to despise the night.”

“The sun of the East will rise anew with the dawn, dispelling the darkness and shadows.”

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America, the Committee

Following the earlier chaos, most of the women in attendance had been escorted out. Now, only the true power players—members of about a dozen influential families—remained to deliberate.

Osborne, the eldest son of the Osborne family, sat at the head of the conference table, his eyes narrowed and lips curled in a placid smile.

The Osborne family, the most powerful among the American Committee clans, was led by the remarkably benevolent Osborne XIII.

Unlike his peers, Osborne XIII was known for his progressive policies. Every few years, he raised wages across the many factories under Osborne Holdings. He was even sympathetic toward superhumans, advocating for their humane treatment.

Many projects and “toys” meant to be overseen by his family had been abandoned under his leadership.

“Superhumans are still human,” he often said. “Even our own family members could one day awaken as superhumans. Perhaps it’s time we reassess our relationship with them.”

Such remarks were naturally dismissed by others as naive idealism.

“We must decisively eliminate the superhuman terrorizing the Japanese archipelago,” one committee member growled, slamming a hand on the table. “If they dare to send us threatening videos today, they’ll undoubtedly come here to wreak havoc tomorrow.”

“The Committee’s interests are united. Even if Japan is a small island nation, we cannot allow this ‘Enemy of Humanity’ to run amok.”

“I propose deploying the Pacific Fleet and our First Anti-Humanity Brigade to Japan immediately.”

“With their committee already dismantled, there’s no one left to file diplomatic complaints. Hah!”

Clap, clap, clap!

The room burst into applause at the member’s sardonic remark.

Osborne XIII joined in, careful not to dissent. His kindness extended to his colleagues as well, even when he disagreed with them.

As for who his real allies were? That was obvious—those seated at this table.

Certainly not superhumans or the common people.

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