Morax the Geo Archon: Billionaire in the Chat Group

[Do you accept Sweetheart Angel's high-priority emergency mission?]

Zhongli glanced at the virtual prompt and pressed [Accept] without hesitation.

[Mission accepted. Transdimensional jump commencing…]

The system's notification faded, and the world around him warped.

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Boom!

A sharp explosion erupted near Zhongli's ears, and a massive, muscular fist suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

Clang!

The clash of forces rang out like metal striking metal. A white, circular shockwave rippled from the impact, followed by turbulent air currents that churned outward like water drawn by a powerful pump.

"Hm?"

Before the shockwave could fully disperse, the massive green fist abruptly recoiled.

In the blink of an eye, the Deep Sea King, now several times larger due to absorbing rainwater, darted hundreds of meters away. Its grotesque, twisted form crouched atop a nearby building as its venomous eyes locked onto Zhongli, who stood unmoving at the center of the chaos.

Who is this troublesome man?

How did he arrive without me noticing?

That punch just now… I used 80% of my strength, and yet he's completely unharmed.

This is bad. I need to test him further.

The Deep Sea King sneered, its laughter dripping with malice.

"Another one? Let me guess—you're one of those so-called heroes too?"

"Hero?"

Standing amidst the unconscious professional heroes strewn across the battlefield, Zhongli's figure remained immaculate under the rain, not a single drop clinging to him. He looked as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

The earlier attack had left no mark on him whatsoever.

"I am unfamiliar with such a title. I do not believe I am one," Zhongli replied calmly.

"If your question is why I am here…"

He raised his hand and pointed to the collapsed figure of Puri Puri Prisoner at his feet.

"I came to save him. He made a contract for assistance, and I agreed to fulfill it. It's as simple as that."

The Deep Sea King chuckled darkly before suddenly pushing off the rooftop with immense force.

Boom!

The building beneath him crumbled into rubble, sending shards of stone and clouds of dust flying into the air.

In less than a second, the Deep Sea King crossed over 200 meters, appearing directly in front of Zhongli. With all its strength, it twisted its body, clenched its massive fist, and swung forward.

The rain coursed over its muscles, transforming into streaking arrows as its colossal fist propelled through the air.

This punch carried the full extent of the Deep Sea King's strength, speed, and focus.

The air screamed under the pressure of the strike.

BOOM!

Another massive explosion erupted as shockwaves rippled outward, forming a small tornado around the two combatants.

As the smoke cleared, the Deep Sea King's green form abruptly darted backward.

It fled.

The Deep Sea King bolted like a terrified animal, desperately retreating into the distance.

Behind it stood Zhongli, utterly unscathed, not even a strand of his hair out of place.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. How is there such a terrifying person on land?

I need to get back to the sea.

I can't deal with someone like this. I have to run.

For the first time in its life, the Deep Sea King fled in abject terror, discarding all pretense of pride or composure.

"The terms of the contract..."

A calm, measured voice—neither rushed nor deliberate, neither excited nor despondent—sounded in the Deep Sea King's ears.

"Kill the monster invading the city—Deep Sea King. Your existence has been confirmed."

"A being of pure evil deserves punishment."

As Zhongli finished speaking, the skies above turned pitch black.

The rain, which had fallen relentlessly across the city, vanished in less than a heartbeat.

Crack!

The sound of shattering glass echoed from the heavens.

Crack… crack!

In the next moment, the very sky fractured.

Yellow, glowing fragments of stone broke through the fabric of the world, transforming the sky into a realm of shattered darkness. Black shards drifted down like silent, shadowy snow, dissolving into the ground without a trace.

Boom!

First came light—golden and radiant, illuminating every inch of the Deep Sea King's body. The immense pressure pinned it in place, rendering it utterly immobile.

Then came heat—a searing wave generated by the friction of the massive stone fragments cutting through the atmosphere. The heat concentrated on the Deep Sea King, visibly shrinking its once-bulky frame. Its muscles withered and dried, leaving its form desiccated and frail.

Finally, came sound and impact.

The deafening boom shattered eardrums as the fragments compressed into a dense, spear-like mass. The golden projectile, barely larger than the Deep Sea King itself, possessed an incomprehensible density.

[Dominance of Heaven and Earth.]

At last, Zhongli—who had stood still since his arrival—uttered the name of his technique.

But there was no one left conscious to hear it.

The spear of rock struck with pinpoint precision, skewering the Deep Sea King like a kabob and pinning it firmly to the ground.

[Judgment complete. The Deep Sea King is confirmed dead.]

The system notification echoed through the chat group.

[Emergency mission completed. Rewards distributed.]

A soft chime signaled the addition of 10,000 points to Zhongli's account.

But he paid it no mind.

His thoughts were consumed by the sensory experience of this foreign world.

This journey between dimensions was far more valuable than a mere 10,000 points.

While others in the group might view such events differently, to Zhongli, it revealed truths he had never comprehended before—about the differences between worlds and the mechanics of traversing them.

This exchange... a true win-win.

With that thought, Zhongli knelt beside the unconscious Puri Puri Prisoner to assess his condition.

The sight of the man's completely exposed physique made Zhongli's eye twitch slightly, but he quickly composed himself.

Raising a finger, he directed a gentle golden light into the injured hero's body, ensuring his safety.

After confirming that the group member was stable, Zhongli prepared to reopen the chat group and return to his original world.

But before he could, his gaze was drawn to a figure standing nearby—a bald man in an orange cape with an unmistakable, reflective sheen to his head.

Who is this man? When did he arrive?