I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [126]

“Please help me,” Gojo Satoru spoke earnestly, his voice devoid of its usual levity.

“I want to save this world—whether it’s the curses or the corrupt higher-ups of the Jujutsu world, I want to change it all.”

Itadori Yuji stood silently beside his teacher, stunned by Gojo’s rare sincerity. His tone carried an unmistakable depth of emotion, almost like a quiet, heartfelt lament.

“Is that what you truly desire?” Zhongli asked, his golden gaze fixed on the young man with silver hair and piercing eyes, his expression calm and unreadable.

With a faint sigh, he continued, “It so happens that from your Infinite Void, I gleaned certain insights. They might prove applicable here.”

“However, is there anything else you seek? A mere plea for salvation does not make this contract equitable. What you offer far exceeds what I provide—it is an incomplete agreement.”

Gojo lifted his head, a faint smile returning to his lips. “No, there’s nothing more I need. If I can change this world, what else could I possibly ask for?”

He shrugged lightly, his tone casual yet firm. “To ask a god for help once isn’t much. But if humanity always relies on gods to solve their problems, then what’s the point of humanity’s existence?”

“Very well,” Zhongli nodded slightly. “Let it be so. Consider this a favor owed to both you and Itadori Yuji. If you ever have need, you may call upon my name.”

With that, Zhongli calmly severed one of his own fingers and tossed it toward Gojo.

Itadori’s eyes widened as he caught sight of the translucent, glass-like appendage, his mouth twitching in disbelief. He muttered under his breath, “Why is it always fingers?”

Gojo, however, accepted the finger with intrigue, holding it up to the light as if inspecting a rare artifact.

“Yuji,” Gojo said with a grin, “this is a great opportunity to teach you something.”

“In both Jujutsu and curses, fingers are of vital significance. ‘The ten fingers connect directly to the heart,’ or ‘the blood at the fingertips flows straight from the core.’ Fingers serve as conduits for techniques and are the essence of a sorcerer’s power.”

Having delivered his impromptu lesson, Gojo casually tossed the finger to Yuji.

“Here, Itadori—it’s yours. You exchanged chat group points for this, after all. I wouldn’t dare claim something that belongs to my student. I’d be a failure of a teacher if I did.”

“O-Okay!” Yuji fumbled to catch the finger, holding it awkwardly in his palm. Tilting his head, he asked, “Do I… have to eat it?”

“That shouldn’t be necessary,” Gojo replied, a touch unsure himself as he turned to Zhongli for clarification.

Remaining composed, Zhongli explained, “Even if I leave this world, snapping the finger will allow you to summon me. It serves as a beacon, guiding me through the void to your side.”

“However, the finger can only be used once. It represents a single opportunity to request assistance without requiring chat group points.”

“I understand,” Yuji said solemnly, carefully tucking the finger into his pocket. “Thank you for your generosity.”

“It is merely the fulfillment of a contract,” Zhongli replied, turning his attention back to Gojo.

“Now, let us begin the main task.”

Severing another finger, Zhongli threw it to the ground.

The moment it touched the earth, it vanished without a trace.

As the finger melded into the ground, Zhongli’s consciousness ascended beyond the confines of this world. He found himself standing above the endless flow of time—a river of eternity where universes converged and diverged in ceaseless motion.

He gazed at the great river symbolizing this world, its countless tributaries weaving into an intricate web of existence. His expression remained calm and detached, neither joyous nor sorrowful.

Unbeknownst to Itadori and Gojo, Zhongli’s physical form had transformed, taking the shape of a seven-headed dragon. Each of his fourteen golden eyes observed the intricate mechanisms of this world, as if dissecting its essence.

What I spoke earlier was no exaggeration, Zhongli mused silently.

Gojo’s ability to deploy [Domain Expansion: Infinite Void] had brought Zhongli to an unprecedented realm. This ability, which exposed targets to the underlying structure of existence, was beyond even Zhongli’s comprehension before now.

It was a place akin to the foundational code of the universe—a domain where entities like Dirac’s Sea and Laplace’s Demon resided, where the Akashic Records recorded all.

For eons, Zhongli could only observe the world from its surface, exploring its flow and peering into the void. Yet he had never accessed this deepest layer of reality.

Ordinarily, mastering such an ability would have required centuries, perhaps millennia, of study. But Gojo’s domain had inadvertently granted Zhongli entry, illuminating a path he could now traverse at will.

This newfound knowledge came with its own weight.

An equitable contract demands balance, Zhongli thought. Severing another finger served as his acknowledgment of the debt owed to Gojo and Itadori.

Although fragments of memory hinted at trials the two might face in the future, Zhongli chose not to dwell on specifics. Their fate was not his responsibility.

He was no caretaker of all worlds, nor a mere tool for the chat group.

Zhongli was no longer the vigilant Geo Archon guarding Liyue. He was a wandering god, seeking his own purpose, tethered by neither absolute good nor malevolence.

Contracts guided his actions, and under the principle of fairness, both parties would receive what they sought.

In exchange for Gojo’s invaluable contribution—world coordinates, 5,000 points, and access to the core of existence—Zhongli offered the foundations to reshape the world and a chance for further aid.

Thus, the contract was balanced.

With these thoughts, Zhongli’s seven-headed form descended deeper into the temporal stream.

Further, deeper, ever downward.

He passed through layers of reality, his body shifting from dragon to humanoid and back again. Eventually, he arrived at the bedrock of creation—the sands forming the world’s base.

Drip.

The faint sound of water striking stone echoed in the void.

When Zhongli opened his eyes, everything around him was silent and dark, an empty expanse devoid of light, color, or sound.

His golden pupils gleamed faintly as they surveyed the abyss.

Here, in the foundation of the world, he uncovered its truths:

The origins of curses.
The essence of Jujutsu.
And the underlying anomaly that set this world apart from others.

Everything lay hidden within the foundation of reality, beneath the boundless depths of the Infinite Void.

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T/N: yea bro legit gave him all possible knowledge of the universe at least his universe which should still be a HUGEEEEEEE boon