I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [130]

After Zhongli’s declaration, the chat group reached a consensus—by majority vote—to allocate the invitation slot to Nana.

Without hesitation, Zhongli purchased the slot and contemplated the [Unused Invitation Slots: 2] displayed in his interface.

One was earned earlier through the completion of his task in the Jujutsu world, altering its entropy to secure an early reward.
The other was the slot just purchased.

Zhongli’s motivation for undertaking this task extended beyond mere assistance.

He suspected the chat group to be a creation transcending worlds, perhaps even the void itself. If his hypothesis was correct, the group’s authority could potentially free him from the constraints of his own world’s laws.

But this was only conjecture.

What he did know:

• Resurrecting himself required burning the memories and existence of others tied to him. Those consumed by this process would vanish completely—body and soul—as if they had never existed. For example, Guizhong’s resurrection came at the cost of the Vortex God’s memory and existence. Reviving Nana in her original world would necessitate consuming her own existence.

• Those erased could be resurrected, but their memories would be irretrievably lost. They would become strangers to those they once knew.

• Only members of the chat group retained memories of erased individuals.

From these points, Zhongli formed a hypothesis:

If a consumed existence were brought back into the chat group, could their lost memories be restored?

If so, Zhongli could safely burn his own existence to resurrect Qingyun. Once she joined the chat group, she would recover her memories.

For Zhongli, the sacrifice of his own memory and existence was negligible. As an immortal god who had transcended the flow of time, his "death" within his world would be a minor inconvenience. A fragment of his will could reincarnate within ten breaths.

If Qingyun’s invitation to the chat group restored her memories, the cycle could be completed. Afterward, Zhongli could bring her fully into the fold, ensuring a harmonious resolution.

However, if Nana’s induction into the chat group failed to restore her memories, many of Zhongli’s plans would need to be reevaluated.

Having organized his thoughts, Zhongli closed his eyes, shifting his focus inward.

Before him stretched an endless void.

In one corner of this expanse, a vast [Sea] surged, its waves crashing upward and outward.

Above the Sea stood a towering [Tree] whose enormous canopy shielded part of the void from the Sea’s relentless waves.

Zhongli’s fourteen eyes observed the interplay between the two forces. The Tree absorbed energy from the Sea, while the Sea roiled, attempting to overwhelm the Tree.

This eternal struggle was a familiar sight. Since the first time Zhongli had stepped beyond the confines of time, he had witnessed this cosmic balance.

His gaze shifted to the Tree’s crown, where countless fruits hung, each containing entire worlds.

Between the Tree and the Sea floated ethereal bubbles, dreamlike in their movements.

Some bubbles sank into the Sea, disappearing from view. Others ascended, merging with the Tree to become new fruits.

Among them was Teyvat—a fragile, delicate bubble.

In his seven-headed dragon form, Zhongli cradled the bubble containing Teyvat in his massive claws, careful not to squeeze or disrupt its balance.

He shook his head slightly, the motion stirring the Sea below into rippling waves.

Closing his eyes again, Zhongli allowed several points of light to emerge in his mind:

• The vast spirits encompassing planets.

• The seven-headed dragon that severed and rewrote the river of time.

• The pulsating worlds, shimmering like fruit, close yet untouchable.

These were the places he had visited and the worlds tied to him.

Zhongli focused on one—a world connected to the seven-headed dragon.

Instantly—or perhaps outside the constraints of time—a path formed before him, clear and direct.

Turning, Zhongli began to move, his tail swaying gracefully as he followed the illuminated road through the void.

Nana.

A powerless girl.

A self-proclaimed mind-reader.

In Zhongli’s eyes, she had been a pitiful figure—a clown incapable of saving others or herself. Without the intervention of the chat group, her fate would have been nothing short of a tragedy.

But what ifs had no place in reality.

Before she succumbed to despair, an all-powerful deity—the chat group itself—descended upon her world, saving her and countless other lives.

Though her resurrection left her without memories, her new life seemed peaceful.

Or perhaps...

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Fire. Struggle.

Agonized screams.

Eyes filled with mistrust. Sobs of despair.

Faint echoes of voices reached out, disjointed and haunting.

“I’ll never forgive you! Never!”

“Nana Hiiragi, you’ll become humanity’s greatest enemy, responsible for millions of deaths. I’ll end you before that happens!”

“Our nation has classified the elimination of humanity’s enemy on the island as top secret.”

A cold, maniacal voice cut through her memories like a knife.

“There was a man who made the same plea to me once. I killed him as brutally as I could, so his meaningless death might at least hold some significance.”

“For example, it gave me an orphaned girl, her mind shattered beyond repair.”

“Her name is...”

“No! No! No! NO!”

With a strangled scream, Nana bolted upright in her bed, gasping for air as her heart thundered in her chest.

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