Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1007 [Tactical Theology Department: Ajiba Radiation]

Amund raised his head, his eyes flickering in the illusory image in mid-air, as if he had unearthed some long-buried secrets.

"The so-called blind spot of God is not a metaphor, but a real and special space."

He then explained:
"There, time no longer flows—at least, it doesn't leave a mark on the body."

An ordinary person could live inside for a hundred or a thousand years, but when you walk out, the face in the mirror remains unchanged from the moment you entered. Aging, illness, all the judgments of time—none of them can befall the individuals in that space.

Xia Xiu's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently tapped the ground with the tip of his cane.

"...It's not subject to the punishment of time."

Armand nodded, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

“That’s right. It’s a ‘region that even the gods cannot see’—the gods here include the supreme divinity.”

All supernatural laws, karmic retribution, and the cycle of destiny... as long as you are within them, it's as if you've been erased from God's retina.

For some reason, when Amond mentioned this space, Xia Xiu inexplicably thought of the pure white space he was in every time he went to meet Eden, and Eden's miracle—"The Path of Destiny".

Amond's phantom slowly circled Xia Xiu, his tone tinged with amusement:

"Some people use it as a refuge, some use it as a testing ground for hell, and some use it as the best place for containment experiments..."

So you see, God's blind spot became a gray area tacitly accepted by both humanity and God. A blank space where even God doesn't reach out became the perfect breeding ground for all secrets.

Xia Xiu tapped his cane lightly, his golden eyes fixed on Armand, his tone calm, yet as if he had already made up his mind:
"You've been to the Blind Spot Space, haven't you?"

This is a statement, not a question.

Armand grinned, crossed his arms, and his phantom swayed gently in the air:
"Of course. Every decision-maker goes to the blind spot; it's the rule. Many meetings that must be erased from memory are held there. Only in God's blind spot can forgetting be complete."

He paused here, his tone suddenly tightening, tinged with self-deprecation:
"But now I'm just a data ghost. My memories are fragmented and scattered... That space is nothing but fragments to me now."

Xia Xiu didn't press further, but turned his cane around, waiting for him to continue.

Amund raised his chin and gestured slightly forward.

"However, let's get back to the topic now—about the child from earlier."

Xia Xiu followed the gaze and saw Lupercal standing in the shadow of the ruins.

Armand narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and coldly uttered a few words:
"This child is clearly an experimental creation of Ajiba radiation."

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly. Amund continued speaking:
"One of the most important discoveries in modern tactical theology is Agibba radiation. However, while it is called radiation, it is more like a field, an anomalous field."

His hand gestured in the air, as if trying to draw out that invisible space.

"Its essence is the interaction between belief and reality."

When believers pray, God manifests, and miracles occur—all of this is due to the operation of the Ajiba field. The theological community also studies the information field of miracle workers as a kind of Ajiba field.

This field can also interact with anomalous fields like the Hume field and EVE particles, but it doesn't have independent particles of its own. It's a convergence point, the source of all 'belief shaping'.

"The most primitive Ajiba field is like the gods worshipped in all the worlds today—the more believers there are, the more devout their faith, the stronger the Ajiba field becomes."

It produces measurable changes. Prayer, Mass, and jihad all influence it.

This is why so many religious anomalies can be stabilized through prayer.

"Therefore, the people of the Tactical Theology Department tried to use the Ajiba field to hedge against and resist all the gods."

However, the results varied. The biggest problem has always been 'creation'—how to make the Ajiba field operate spontaneously without sacred objects or a surge of faith—this is the technical deadlock.

Xia Xiu remained silent, tapping the ground lightly with the tip of his cane, and murmured to himself:
"Eden's Ascension...The Republic...The Philosopher King..."

Amund suddenly lowered his voice:
"You've probably already thought of the three major factions of the Kingdom of Heaven, which are also involved in the principles of the Ajiba field."

Information about the Ajiba field is strictly controlled within the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Tactical Theology Department has always kept it tightly under wraps, never allowing outsiders to touch it. Sometimes they even deliberately spread false information to mislead other departments.

He paused, then gave a cold, curving smile:
"And this kid in front of us... is probably an experimental subject that the old folks secretly created behind the backs of the Kingdom of Heaven, stuffing Ajiba radiation into an embryo... tsk."

Looking at Amond's expression, Xia Xiu thought, "This old man is indeed worthy of being the Demon King. His first reaction to the abnormal weapon experiment was—this idea is really damn awesome."

They stopped acting altogether, without any hesitation, doubt, or even a hint of remorse.

He really is a demon king.

These old guys never had any concept of red lines.

They would do anything to gain an advantage for the Kingdom of Heaven, even if it meant tearing children apart, draining their faith, or turning the world upside down.

In the eyes of a true demon king, nothing is untouchable.

In an instant, Xia Xiu understood why the Heavenly Kingdom Ethics Committee had reacted so radically to the "decision-makers" of the Demon King's army era.

Because they know.

These demons have no brakes.

They will only keep pushing forward, constantly squeezing out the limits of the "abnormal," and bringing everything that shouldn't be touched onto the operating table.

At this moment, Armand's expression was the best illustration—blatant interest, blatant approval.

How should we evaluate the Demon Kings?

This is a complex problem.

Some say they are a necessary evil.

In Terra's most radical era, they floored the gas pedal, becoming more terrifying than tyrants in their pursuit of human supremacy and utopian ideals.

In the all-Terra anomalous weapons military race, their madness terrified the other factions. So when the Heavenly Kingdom changed leadership and openly proposed the "Treaty to End the Endless Anomalous Weaponization Project" to all Terran regimes, all the major regimes chose to sign the treaty.

After experiencing the Seventh Supernatural War, the various regimes are not greeted with peace, but with a full-scale Cold War across the entire Terran spectrum.

The military competition for abnormal weapons is a hallmark of the full spectrum of the Cold War.

It was initially a plan proposed by the military alliance of Diva and Oretin to counter the secularization of Heaven and prevent Terra from becoming a complete Heaven.

With the Central Alliance following suit, various large, medium, and small factions were forced to get involved.

All lineages regard the secularization of heaven as a specter, a specter that looms over the entire kingdom of Terra.

The Demon King's army is a special entity born under such circumstances.

In the most insane age of civilization, they dared to stand up and confront the incomprehensible divinity and anomalies.

Without them, humanity might have already been completely wiped out in the terrifying torrent of self-struggle.

However, what price did this achievement come at?
Demon lords never talk about limits.

Necessary evil was not enough for them; what they pursued was experimentation that went beyond necessity.

They would carve marks on children's bodies just to verify the resonance of Ajiba radiation.

They would push the entire plane to destruction just to observe how far the tentacles of the Fifth Truth could extend. They would unleash partially contained weapons on the battlefield just to record a set of "combat data".

This is why the history of the demon kings is both written as an epic and condemned as an atrocity.

They are the pioneers of the Kingdom of Heaven, and also its nightmare.

They paved their way forward with madness, but in doing so, they also left behind countless irreparable wounds.

So, how should we evaluate the Demon Kings?

Positive and negative always coexist.

They are torches illuminating the darkness, and madmen igniting raging flames.

They pave the way for the future, but they will never apologize for the cost.

Xia Xiu sighed softly to himself. As a successor, he didn't know how to evaluate the history of the Demon Kings, but at this moment, he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he turned his attention back to the children in front of him.

Lupercal remained motionless, like a statue. The giant spider behind him did not attack, but simply lay silently behind him, as if the shadow had solidified into a towering object. The "barrier of the heart" surrounding the boy was slowly expanding, from a thin, misty membrane to a thick, layered mass, like invisible crystal walls, isolating him from the outside world.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"What you just mentioned... the Barrier of the Heart, is also a type of field of Ajiba radiation?"

Amund nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the boy, his tone unusually serious:
“That’s right. According to the materials from the Department of Tactical Theology that I’ve come across, the Barrier of the Mind is also known as the ‘Absolute Territory Field.’ It is a force field that living beings use to maintain their ‘self-existence’—a projection of the spirit into the material world.”

He reached out and made a sweeping motion in the air, as if sketching some kind of ripple:

"For ordinary people, the barriers are negligible, almost nonexistent, only allowing them to vaguely perceive the difference between 'self' and 'others.' Only a very few extremely special and abnormal individuals can truly erect visible barriers to isolate themselves from external erosion, just like this child now... He is currently trapped in an extreme self-protective emotion, like a hedgehog."

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow:

"The ultimate form of the mental barrier... so what is its relationship with Ajiba radiation?"

A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Armand's mouth, as if recalling ancient documents:
“Ajiba radiation is essentially an interaction field between belief and reality, and the barrier of the mind is one of its manifestations. Whenever an individual’s obsession, belief, or emotion becomes strong enough, it will trigger a change in the Ajiba field, thereby forming a barrier.”

He paused for a moment, his voice lowering:

"Beyond academics, the Tactical Theology Department has also conducted more dangerous experiments."

They discovered that when beliefs converge—for example, when an entire congregation dedicates its will to the same deity—the barriers between these individuals gradually dissolve. Differences temporarily disappear, souls merge, the Ajiba field reorganizes, and ultimately, a completely new barrier field is generated within the domain.

This is the power of collective faith; it can unite the will of millions into a mighty shield, or transform it into a single spear.

Xia Xiu lightly tapped the silver "Lever of Heaven" with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the barely visible ripples around the boy, and he murmured:
"Create gods, establish beliefs..."

Armand abandoned his usual carefree demeanor and nodded solemnly, a rare occurrence for him.

“Your line of thinking is correct.” His voice resonated with a magnetic quality in the air, like cold iron striking a stone wall.

"Among the three major factions of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Republic and the Land of Nothingness... they had actually studied these kinds of things long ago. It's just that what they explored was much deeper than the so-called barriers of the mind. Eliminating barriers is too ridiculous. What the Kingdom of Heaven wants is a superhuman society—both in terms of thought and individuals."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Lupercal, who stood quietly not far away.

The boy remained motionless, as if frozen in the shell he had built for himself. The giant spider phantom behind him was also motionless, but its presence made the air itself tense like a stringed instrument.

Amund suddenly smiled, but with a hint of melancholy:

"Right now, he's like a hedgehog. You know the hedgehog effect, right?"
They are afraid of the cold, so they want to get close to each other for warmth, but if they get too close, their thorns will pierce each other's flesh.

The child is now traumatized, like a hedgehog releasing its defenses, locking itself away, curling up inside like a hedgehog.

"The barrier this child has is the thorn that keeps people apart forever; others can't really get close to him, and he can't really integrate into others."

Xia Xiu gripped his silver cane, his golden eyes slightly narrowed.

Armand's words were like a knife, completely dissecting the loneliness within the boy.

Amund turned around, staring at Xia Xiu with a hint of coldness in his expression, which seemed more like a warning:
"So now you can try to break through this wall."

Don't forget—the barrier of the heart is a wall that separates oneself from others and from the whole world.

And you, the crowned one, your crowned information field is itself an absolute other.

That aura, almost like a father's authority, would instinctively instill fear in him... but would also instinctively make him obey.

Xia Xiu heard what Amund said and understood what the other party wanted to express.

In Armand's words;
A newborn child possesses the purest form of self.

All of his experience has yet to be tested by socialization.

For him, there are only two existences in the world—himself, and the original Other.

And who was the first Other?
—Father and Mother.

Among these, the most powerful primary medium comes from their power.

The authoritarianism of the father and mother is the first medium through which a child comes into contact with society.

If parents say no, then no; if parents set rules, those rules are the laws of the world.

Parents are the first wall that children encounter, and also the first door through which they learn how to interact with the world.

Only through this door will they learn how to get along with others.

Without parental authority, they have no ticket to socialization.

A child's sense of self will remain solely focused on themselves; they will be unable to understand others, let alone the concept of socialization.

Children are always children, and adults were children in the past.

What is a child?
Children are pure individuals; their eyes are not yet clouded by the dust of the world. Their laughter and tears are genuine, and their desires and fears are written nakedly on their faces. They crave security and responsiveness, yet they don't know how to obtain it in complex ways.

And what about adults?

Adults are simply children who have come up step by step.

Their fears haven't disappeared; they've simply been enveloped by rules, society, and language. Their desires haven't diminished; they've simply learned to conceal them.

So-called maturity is actually about adding layers of masks, walls, and roles to the self.

Therefore, philosophers often say that children are the "first philosophers".

Because in their eyes, everything is happening for the first time, everything is new, their questions are endless, and their feelings are undiminished.

Adults, on the other hand, are those who have already accepted the answer, and even if the answer is false, they will hold on to it tightly in order not to break down.

Therefore, when a child reaches out to the world, he needs an "adult" to respond.

Father, mother, teacher, society—these are all the "others" he uses to understand the world.

But if this other is empty, corrupt, or false, then the child's self will be forced back, becoming a dead wall, an isolated fortress.

Now, Lupercal's parents are dead.

In other words, his only channel of communication with the outside world has been cut off, causing the barrier to spiral out of control. He now needs a new anchor point to stabilize himself.