I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [148]

Zhongli stepped past Jogo’s kneeling form, placing a hand gently on his trembling shoulder.

The Curse of the Earth crumbled to ash beneath his touch, scattering into the wind and vanishing without a trace.

Without a glance back, Zhongli walked forward until he stood before Mahito, the Curse of Humanity, who wore a manic grin.

Zhongli paused, crossing one arm over his chest while resting a hand thoughtfully under his chin.

“Mahito, the Curse of Humanity,” Zhongli began. “You are a manifestation of humanity’s malice toward itself.”

“You are unique.”

“Perhaps I cannot deal with you as I did the others.”

“Ha… ha…” Mahito couldn’t form coherent words. He gasped for breath, drool trickling from his mouth, his eyes wild with incoherence.

“The form of a curse is ill-suited to bear the weight of human desires,” Zhongli mused with a faint sigh. “You were meant to be something more refined, more complete.

“But you have accepted only the form of a curse and are now trapped in this state. What a waste.”

He shook his head. “Allow me to free you.”

Zhongli’s tone was firm yet measured.

“By reason, your current consciousness is a barrier to your true potential. Once freed, what you could achieve would be limitless.”

For the first time, Zhongli grasped his weapon with both hands. A golden spear materialized in his grip, its gleaming surface radiant and imposing.

He stepped back, raising the spear before thrusting it forward.

The motion was paradoxical—both as fierce as a dragon’s charge and as delicate as a feather’s fall.

The spearhead pierced Mahito’s chest, embedding itself in his body. Yet, strangely, not a single drop of blood spilled.

Mahito’s form began to fade, as if rejected by the world itself. His body dissolved, leaving only his heart, which continued to beat steadily even as it hung suspended by the golden spear.

Thump. Thump.

The heart pulsed with growing intensity, emitting a soft, golden glow.

In mere moments, the heart transformed into a radiant orb, its surface shimmering with warm light.

Within the orb, faint echoes of countless voices could be heard.

"America will be great again!"
"I will eliminate all curses."
"Dad, Mom, where are we going today?"
"I love you, Shanoa."
"Kayo, wait for me!"
"Hurry up, Kosu!"

Voices from every corner of the world—fragments of human life—resonated within the orb.

“Fifty years should suffice,” Zhongli murmured as he plucked the orb from the spear. He tossed it lightly to the ground.

The golden sphere disappeared upon contact, sinking into the earth like a seed vanishing into fertile soil.

Gojo Satoru observed intently.

He alone saw the truth—the orb had not merged with the earth but had instead entered the [Limitless Void], taking root beyond the boundaries of the physical world.

What happened next, even Gojo couldn’t discern.

Having completed this task, Zhongli turned his attention to the next.

“Third,” he proclaimed, his gaze sweeping over the area, “protect the innocent caught in this conflict.”

Under the ruins of Shibuya’s collapsed buildings, countless civilians huddled together in terror.

Among them lay shattered bodies, pools of blood, and broken lives. Others—twisted by experiments and cursed energy—sat blankly, their distorted forms and hollow eyes filled with despair.

“Save me… save me… save me,” a trembling voice repeated from the shadows.

Zhongli’s expression remained calm as he whispered, “Understood.”

He ascended gracefully into the air, pressing his palms together in silent prayer.

“Unmoving as the mountain,” he intoned.

In the next instant, a towering golden monolith, thousands of meters tall, rose from the ground.

Golden light cascaded from the monolith, spreading across the city in gentle waves.

The frightened civilians touched by the light found their fears soothed and their expressions softened. Hunger, terror, and pain dissolved into the golden glow.

Their injuries healed as if time itself had reversed, and even long-standing ailments began to vanish.

“Hey… my throat feels amazing,” Kusakabe muttered, clearing his throat. For the first time in years, the chronic inflammation caused by his smoking was gone.

He gazed at Zhongli in the sky, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “This really is… a god.”

Kusakabe’s amazement only grew as he saw the malformed, cursed humans writhing in pain begin to change.

Their twisted limbs and grotesque features softened, returning to normalcy. They collapsed to the ground, fast asleep, as if nothing had ever happened.

“What the hell…?!” Kusakabe exclaimed, his voice trembling. “Even this?!”

The bloodstains on the ground disappeared, and severed limbs reappeared whole on their owners.

Amidst the confusion, a high school girl—whom Kusakabe had witnessed being mauled to death earlier—stood unharmed. She wore a vampire costume for Halloween, her expression dazed as she surveyed her surroundings.

“Resurrection…?!”

“Reversing time…?!”

“Gods… really can do anything?”

All around Shibuya, sorcerers noticed the miraculous restorations. Dead comrades were revived, standing among the living with bewildered expressions.

For a brief moment, joy filled the air. But soon, silence fell as the sorcerers and civilians alike turned their gazes skyward, watching Zhongli with awe and reverence.

Ordinary humans fell to their knees, bowing their heads and praying.

Zhongli remained unmoved by their gratitude and awe. His task was complete.

Descending gracefully, Zhongli stood before Itadori Yuji.

“The contract is fulfilled,” he declared.

“Your wish has been granted.”

“Now, I shall depart.”

With those words, Zhongli stepped forward. The black gate reopened in the sky, and he entered without hesitation.

The gate closed behind him, leaving no trace of his presence.

Itadori Yuji and Gojo Satoru stood in stunned silence, watching the empty sky.

After a long pause, Gojo broke into laughter.

“Well, that was a hell of a day!” he exclaimed, his laughter echoing into the night.

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T/N: thats crazy thats wild

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