Morax the Geo Archon: Billionaire in the Chat Group

"Nana… huh?"

Accelerator raised an eyebrow. "So she's not Telepath?"

"No," Zhongli replied calmly, unconcerned. "Though their names sound similar."

Squatting down, Zhongli addressed the trembling girl before him.

"Are you all right? I am [Keeper of Contracts], Zhongli. The white-haired boy over there is [Incurable Villain], Accelerator. And that muscular gentleman is [Sweetheart Angel], Puri-Puri Prisoner."

"What's happened? Can you share your story with me?"

Nana lifted her hollow eyes to meet Zhongli's. She glanced at Accelerator, then at Puri-Puri Prisoner. Her lips parted as if to speak, but her voice cracked, dry and strained, unable to form words.

She seemed to want to say something, but it wasn't physical exhaustion that stopped her—it was her broken spirit.

"Hmm… I understand." Zhongli nodded, his gaze shifting to the lifeless girl lying nearby in a pool of blood.

"This girl—is she your friend?"

Nana nodded weakly, then, after a long pause, shook her head with equal helplessness.

"I see." Zhongli spoke with calm assurance. "Shall I bring her back to life?"

The casual nature of his offer, delivered as though he were suggesting something as simple as fetching a glass of water, startled Nana.

Her lifeless gaze flickered, a faint glimmer of hope sparking in her eyes.

"Can… can you?"

Zhongli did not speak in riddles, nor did he leave her in suspense.

"By ordinary reasoning, yes. The young girl has been dead for less than half an hour. While conventional medical methods would be ineffective due to severe blood loss, this is simple for me. In fact, this isn't resurrection—it's just treatment."

"I can heal her."

Hearing his words, Nana abruptly stood, clutching Zhongli's wrist with trembling hands. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill.

"Please! Please, I beg you! Save her! I need to save her!"

Zhongli gently placed his warm hand atop Nana's pink hair, softly tousling it.

"Very well. This is our contract."

With a subtle motion, Zhongli extended his hand. The fingers he had previously broken regenerated instantly.

The stone coffin encasing the girl rose slightly, glowing faintly as golden energy flowed from Zhongli's hand into her still body.

The blood pooled beneath her began to retreat, flowing back into her veins. The bullet wounds slowly closed, the lodged bullets ejecting themselves from her flesh.

The girl's pale complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

Then came the pulse. The breath. The erratic heartbeat.

Finally, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

Her gaze, unfocused and filled with childlike confusion, wandered the room before landing on Nana. Her expression wavered between bewilderment, relief, and an undercurrent of pain.

"Nana… did you die too?" Her voice was soft, hesitant. "Are we going to hell together?"

Nana's tears overflowed as she pressed her hands to her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"No, no… you're alive. But if you want me to join you in hell, I'll gladly go with you!"

"Alive…?" The girl blinked, her voice trailing off as she began to process her revival. After a moment, she sighed softly, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips.

"If I'm alive… then I won't die again. My sister is gone, but… I'll live for her, too."

Nana grasped the girl's hands tightly, nodding fervently, her tears falling like rain.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! We'll live! Together!"

Zhongli's calm voice broke the emotional moment, inserting itself without urgency.

"While I don't mean to interrupt your reunion, as part of fulfilling this contract, I must ask you to tell us everything that's happened."

Nana, now steadied by the girl's survival, turned her gaze toward Zhongli. His presence exuded a serene authority, a blend of elegance and wisdom.

She nodded faintly, casting a glance at Accelerator and Puri-Puri Prisoner before beginning her story.

The tale didn't take long to tell.

Zhongli, Accelerator, and Puri-Puri Prisoner sat at a stone table Zhongli had conjured, sipping tea.

Nana and the revived girl sat across from them.

"So, let me get this straight," Accelerator said, his hand frozen mid-air as he held his teacup. "You're a powerless normal human being—a pawn manipulated by the government's so-called Committee into killing people?"

His face darkened with frustration.

"Tch. I said it before, didn't I? You need to watch out for those damned committees. But you didn't listen, did you?"

His voice grew louder, his irritation palpable.

"Why?! Why would you ignore me? You had my story laid out in front of you—my entire garbage author-approved history—spelled out in the chat group!"

"You think you're so smart? That you couldn't possibly be wrong?!"

Accelerator slammed his teacup onto the ground.

A vortex of wind and crackling plasma began to swirl above his head.

"I'm Academy City's number one esper! My computational ability surpasses supercomputers, and I had a Ph.D. in physics by the time I was ten! And even I screwed up! I made mistakes! So what makes you think you're so damn special?!"

"Calm yourself," Zhongli said softly, pressing his hand downward in a gesture of restraint.

Accelerator exhaled sharply but didn't dissipate the swirling energy above him.

"Tch. I'm going for a walk. If I stay here listening to this idiot any longer, I'll end up destroying this whole city!"

Puri-Puri Prisoner sighed deeply, his tone tinged with both pity and wisdom.

"You've made many mistakes, but it seems they're not beyond redemption."

He turned to Zhongli. "Isn't that right, Zhongli-san?"

"What?" Nana lifted her head suddenly, hope flashing in her tear-streaked eyes. "Is… is there a way to make things right?"

"Zhongli-san can reverse time and bring back those who've already passed," Puri-Puri Prisoner explained. His usual flamboyance gave way to a quiet, reassuring tone.

"But whether that's possible in this world… you'll have to ask him."

Nana immediately turned to Zhongli, her eyes pleading.

Meeting her gaze, Zhongli nodded slowly.

"It's possible," he said. "Everyone you've killed can be brought back, though it will take some time."

"However," Zhongli continued, rising to his feet and looking skyward.

The distant sound of rotor blades echoed closer, the whump-whump of helicopters filling the air.

"First, let's deal with the situation at hand."

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T/N: wait... she's not nana? but she is? hmm...