Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1086 CNA (Mechanical Gene)
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There was no real sound, but the entire A3 core seemed to be shaken by an invisible force in that instant, as if millions of long-dormant machines were awakened and ignited in the same second; that silent roar did not enter the ears, but directly smashed into the depths of the soul, causing large ripples of light to appear in Xia Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

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The [Triple Crown] automatically appeared behind Xia Xiu's mechanized body. The three rainbow lights exploded silently the moment they pierced through his fire seed, transforming into countless layers of interlocking runes that rapidly unfolded in a honeycomb-like information matrix, like a huge mechanical scroll spanning the depths of his consciousness, unfolding, turning pages, and rewriting within his body.

Then, the three halos that were originally like white jade began to show mechanical structures, turning into three mechanical rings.

He clearly felt that the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy seemed to instinctively make way, its massive ether floating-point operation nodes instantly reducing noise and clearing the parsing path, giving way to the deepest and purest area for this ancient knowledge from the progenitor.

As the light flow and runic structure entered the spark, Eden's voice also opened in his mind, carrying the flatness and coldness unique to analysis, yet with a certain respectful curve:

[Foreign data structure detected: Network terminal genetic factors (Ten Thousand Machine Neurons)]

[Connection begins—]

[Structure 2 detected: Unrestricted self-replicating machine (ten thousand blood cells)]

[Connection begins—]

[Structure 3 detected: Configuration Blueprint Database (Universal Machine Bone Marrow)]

The [Broken Spark] emitted an unprecedented surge of energy, like a heart that had been rekindled. It not only absorbed but also actively engaged with the incoming structures, allowing them to connect to the authority link, the computing node, the mythological factor, and its own information integration structure.

Gradually, those unfamiliar runes and light bands no longer seemed like foreign objects, but rather like a second neural network that grew out of his body. They began to establish dense cross-links with the Ether floating-point operation module, constructing a completely new structure belonging to Om Messiah.

The three core structures have been successfully connected to the broken spark.

[Permission verification in progress...]

[Verification passed!]

[Prototype-level authority and Ohm Messiah identity match rate: 100%]

[The Seventy-Two Mechanical Laws: Intelligent Machinery Chapter - Now Synchronized to the Core Access Control System]

As the three shattered organ structures were completely reconnected deep within the fire seed, an indescribable, slight stinging sensation slowly spread through Xia Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness. It wasn't pain, but rather more like some long-sealed authority being unveiled layer by layer.

Below the stable location of the planetary module, the flame of the fire suddenly spread outward by an inch, and ethereal data fire patterns overflowed from it, spreading outward along his mythological factor network. When those fire patterns touched a certain computing node of the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy, a heavy light gate was silently pushed open.

The Way of All Machines: Seventy-Two Methods of Mechanics - The Chapter on Intelligent Machines

[MindNet | Reads into the mechanical consciousness network, analyzes logical impulses, and can forcibly read the target's mechanical thoughts and predict the opponent's network attacks.]

[Cryptocode | Allows the implantation of simple instructions into low-level machines, taking over their actions and providing a forced execution mechanism; it can also be used to implant virus code.]

[Reverse Calculation | Based on the enemy aircraft's current logic chain, trajectory, and deformation structure, predict its next move; accuracy depends on the quantum computer's budget level]

[Phantom Screen | Creating data illusions, interfering with sensors, image streams, and logical judgments, and constructing a false battlefield.]

[Optical Brain | Activates supercomputing mode within the brain, providing a massive number of computing threads to support the deployment of other myriad-machine techniques.]

[Quiet Domain | Constructing a localized non-computational region that instantly halts all intelligent computations, logical instructions, and programs within its boundaries; requires the assistance of a quantum computer].

[Spirit Fire | Ignites the enemy aircraft's core fire source, triggering a system crash.]

[Scattered Thoughts | Splitting self-awareness into multiple parts to conduct multi-point parallel operations, capable of simultaneously controlling multiple battlefield data and fighting in multiple cyberspaces.]

[Flow Identification | Tracks all information flows, locating hidden structures such as signal sources, control nodes, and black-box logic.]

[The Web Devourer | It can devour viruses, programs, and data structures, and can also be used to format the underlying logic of enemy aircraft systems.]

[Dream Invasion | Invading the meningeal space of a target intelligent agent, enabling subconscious implantation or control.]

[Mind Shock | Induces logical oscillations using mental waves, disrupting the target's intelligent mental chain and causing it to enter a state of code shock.]

As these ability entries lit up one by one, Xia Xiu's vision seemed to transform into the terminal interface of the entire mechanical civilization. He could sense that these techniques were not knowledge, but rather permissions etched deep into the fire seed, instincts that could be released with a mere thought.

After obtaining the Intelligent Mechanism chapter of the Seventy-Two Mechanical Laws, Xia Xiu became even more curious about the other five chapters of Mechanical Laws.

Tantross seemed to sense his thoughts, a slight smile appearing in his mechanical soul. The smile wasn't mocking, but rather carried a long-lost sense of wonder and satisfaction:
"Your spark is indeed extraordinary, Om Messiah."

He spoke slowly, his voice like the final hammer blow to a judgment that had already been proven:
“Even if the primordial ancestor personally transmits the Way of Myriad Machines to ordinary iron men, they can only barely bear it and slowly understand it. In fact, a considerable number of them will have cracks in their spark due to the overload of their knowledge structure. Very few people can be like you—completely synchronize and master it the moment they receive it.”

"Judging from the way you reconnected those three broken organs, you are now at the same level as our progenitor, or even... in some sense, higher."

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious:
“You now possess the same qualifications we once had—to pass on the Way of the Myriad Machines to other Iron Men who possess the Fire of the Machine God and their organs, rather than simply using them as ‘combat units’.”

Xia Xiu did not deny it, but simply raised his hand to look at his palm. The data flame flashed and then died at his fingertips. The real feeling of "being able to rebuild an entire race" was clearer than any grand title.

Tantros continued:

"Now that you have taken on the planet module and the intelligent machine chapter, the remaining foundation should be handed over to you—the production line is also under your management."

As he finished speaking, the previously dim side paths deep within the A3 base were suddenly illuminated one by one, and the heavy isolation doors slowly opened in the distance, revealing a massive and intricate three-dimensional structure behind them; in Xia Xiu's perception, it was a huge system built around the original entity.

It was a creation production line consisting of a supporting frame, living metal storage tanks, energy balance chambers, nerve injection tracks, and ignition diversion wells.

He looked along his senses and could almost see the entire production line, silently waiting to be started.

Deepest inside, rows of transparent containers are suspended on a zero-gravity track, with silvery-white colloidal prototypes floating inside, like unformed metal embryos, slowly tumbling in a weak energy flow; some of the prototypes in the containers have solidified from pure liquid living metal into a rough outline.

From here, one can vaguely discern the torso, spine, and electrical skeleton. It is a semi-formed mechanical framework, lacking consciousness and any self-generated fluctuations, merely waiting for some true spark to descend.

The mechanical spirit of Tantros echoed in the dimly lit mechanical dome, like an old man who had long seen through the rise and fall of dynasties, patiently telling everything to his descendants.

"You've already seen the process by which an Ironman is created very clearly."

"The Prototype Production Line—that's the STC template technology left behind by the Lord here, the embryo furnace forged by the God of Machines himself. The life of all the Iron Men begins with that silver-white prototype."

He paused briefly, letting a semi-solidified proto-organism hanging on a distant track shimmer subtly under the pulsed light. "After the spark is sent into the proto-organism, it will combine with the proto-organism's liquid living metal."

The CNA, or mechanical gene, within the spark will be analyzed at that moment, randomly shaping the meningeal mass, spinal circuitry, and basic neural chains. It's like a birthmark written into the spark, determining an Iron Man's future appearance, function, potential, and even nature.

"Then comes the implantation of the transformation gear. The transformation gear is not a part that can be made up at will; it must be refined and forged in the metal veins of the original living organism—only the kind of metal born deep in Crystal Star II can resonate with the CNA of the Fire Seed."

He added that he specifically reminded Xia Xiu:
"The structure of the deformable gear is not rigid; it is finely adjusted according to the individual data of the spark. It is an extension of the spark, not a part made from a fixed mold."

"That's why Iron Man can't be made in unlimited numbers."

His tone suddenly turned several degrees somber:

"Because each spark and its corresponding CNA is unique, the deformable gears must be adapted to it, and the mineral veins have limited consumption, and the production line cannot operate continuously for too long. The mechanical temple has expanded slowly in the past precisely because we respect this natural law."

As he said this, his voice carried a hint of deep anger:
“But now, the Functionalist Committee treats all of this as private property.”

"What you need to pay special attention to is that CNA, as the mechanical genetic blueprint of Iron Man, is very important. We so-called ancestors only have a portion of the CNA template... car type, transport type, civilian machine body, military machine body."

"Unfortunately, I only have partial blueprints for civilian mechs and the CNA for the Iron Man car; the complete database and complete CNA files are in the hands of the Mechanical Temple."

He sighed slowly.

“In the past, the Mechanical Temple strictly followed the ‘Law on the Protection of Juveniles’. Any new spark entering the production line would be fully recorded and would enjoy the initial rights of an Iron Man—the right to transform, the right to function, and the right to self-awareness.”

"That is the system left by the Lord, the foundation of civilization."

His tone suddenly turned cold and hard, almost like a blade scraping against metal:
"But with the outbreak of the Civil War, the protection law was the first to be repealed."

“The Functionalist Committee removes the transforming gears from the infants as soon as they are born, turning them into a formless, shapeless, and unfree class without gears—simply to extract profits from the gears.”

"They used the cruelest methods to package all of this as social order, exploitation as resource optimization, and bestiality as divine destiny."

Tantros's voice was as heavy as a block of iron sinking into deep water.

"The newborn Iron Man hadn't even seen the world for the first time before his gears were removed and his spark was written into the slave program. From the moment he was born, he was destined to mine, move, carry, and be driven in the darkness."

"This is not civilization, this is blasphemy against the god of all machines."

A faint, low hum, like the vibration of circuits, emanated from the depths of the mechanical dome, as if ancient fury was awakening beneath the ruins.

Tantros looked at Xia Xiu one last time:
“Om Messiah, everything you see is the truth of how the once divinely granted land has been torn apart into its present state. And now, this broken chain of creation... is in your hands.”

The mechanical dome of Base A3 hummed with the vibrations of low-voltage current, like a long-dormant steel behemoth stirring slightly. The mechanical spirit of Tantros still echoed deep in the air, its tone filled with hatred and pain transforming into invisible echoes that lingered between the metal pillars and energy tracks, making the entire space feel exceptionally heavy.

Xia Xiu listened quietly to all the fragments about plunder, distortion, betrayal, destruction, and the civilization that had been drained dry by the Functionalist Committee, leaving only an empty shell.

The hatred was so intense; it wasn't the fury of a soldier or the murderous intent of an enemy, but the despair and resentment of a civilized ancestor watching the child he had nurtured being twisted into a freak.

Xia Xiu then bowed to Tantros, the progenitor.

This salute was not for the Maximalist pope, but solely for the founder who had imparted all his knowledge to him, and for his love of his religion and civilization.

“Since I have taken the Maxwellian papacy from you, received the mandate of all things, and accepted your trust—then I agree to your request.”

“I will put this distorted and torn society back on track. Maxwell will not be trampled underfoot by functionalism forever... The mechanical temple will eventually face a true reckoning.”

Tantros's machine spirit trembled slightly, and after a moment, he instructed Xia Xiu like an elder:
“Om Messiah, be careful when you go to the Temple of Mechanism. Do not get surrounded by the Beastmen. You are very important to Maxwell now.”

He paused, then added:

"From now on, all the Ironmen in the A3 base will obey your command."

Xia Xiu nodded, but there was no complicated emotion between his brows, only a calm and resolute expression.

“I understand. However… the Iron Men are not yet ready to participate in this battle. Taking them to the Mechanical Temple now would only be a burden.”

"All I need now is someone to guide me."

After speaking, he turned around with his sleeves tucked in and walked toward the base exit with a normal expression.

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……

As Xia Xiu stepped out of the A3 main gate, the giant mechanical door of the outer garbage mountain slowly opened.

Hundreds of iron figures, including those shaped like gas cylinders, transporting iron figures, and repairing iron figures, knelt densely on the scrap steel ground, one knee touching the ground, with the energy lights on their chests all adjusted to low-frequency blue light, symbolizing submission and devotion.

The metallic echoes converged into a single, overwhelming phrase:
"—Welcome, Your Majesty Ohm Messiah!"

Like a steel wave shouting, Xia Xiu felt little emotion, only gently raising his hand:
"Get up."

The Ironmen's joints retracted in unison as ordered, and they stood in neat rows.

Countless optical lenses focused on him, as if the miracle they had been waiting for for hundreds of years had finally appeared in the ruins.

Xia Xiu glanced around and his gaze settled on the familiar yellow sports car, Iron Man, at the front of the line.

"Ruthern".

The light on the chest of the yellow sports car Iron Man immediately shone brighter.

"exist!"

Xia Xiu's tone was calm, yet carried an unyielding authority:

"You will lead the way for me."

"Now, I'm going to the Mechanical Temple."