Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1103 [Piercing Through Seven Levels, Reigning Supreme Over the Self-Sacrificing!]

While Xia Xiu was cursing the four monarchs in his heart, Kondrati on the other side had already concealed the exposed Ophiuchus frame.

Kondrati was well aware of his current position. The second layer of encryption had begun to collapse, and the stability forcibly filled by chaos was being rapidly depleted. If he was delayed, he would not be caught up by Xia Xiu, but would be directly dragged into an irreversible transformation by those beings who were "helping" him.

Then, the Holy Judgment Mech suddenly retracted its shattered frame, and the chaotic flames behind it stopped radiating outwards. Instead, they were compressed into a propulsion vector that pierced through the front, and the entire machine was launched as if it were ejected by the world itself, rushing madly toward the lemon-yellow layer.

Almost simultaneously, the power of the Four Monarchs manifested as four enormous hands covering the ethereal space.

Four henchmen pressed down simultaneously from different dimensions, directly seizing the horns of the [Bull of Heaven], seemingly trying to extinguish this power to manipulate divinity on the spot.

Xia Xiu's reaction was without the slightest hesitation.

"The Bull of Heaven - Release"

"Out of Control World: Out-of-Control Parameter Modulation"

He didn't even try to fight the four giant hands; instead, he simply and decisively dismantled the bull's overall form.

In an instant, the Bull of Heaven split into four units, transforming into four highly compressed wedge projections. Simultaneously, relying on the modulation of runaway parameters, it slid away from the inevitable gripping trajectory from different angles.

The next moment, Unit 4 returned to the flanks and rear of the Gospel Machine, like stars that had been rearranged. Xia Xiu had already controlled the Gospel Machine to accelerate forward, plunging into the third level through the passage torn open by Kondraki.

At this moment, the world no longer possesses the intuitive meaning of "space".

This is a network of stars that has been stretched infinitely.

Countless luminous nodes floated in the void, each node resembling a compressed star, connected to each other by fine rays of light. These lines were not decorations, but real channels of cause and effect and gravity.

The entire etheric sky is like a cosmic grid stretched to its limit by gravity. Celestial bodies no longer exist in isolation, but are pulled, restricted, and embedded into a whole structure. Every movement causes thousands of nodes to oscillate, like a chain reaction of thoughts in collective consciousness.

The Holy Gospel Machine swept through, its silver light trails creating ripples across the network, while the Holy Judgment Machine rapidly leaped through the node cluster ahead, constantly rewriting its path by leveraging the compatibility of chaos and the network layer.

It was at this level that a new cognitive echo emerged deep within Xia Xiu's consciousness.

The fifth kind of loneliness—the loneliness of free thinking.

Here, he clearly felt that all knowledge is interconnected, all judgments have a source, and all conclusions can be traced back to a certain system, a certain logical chain, or a certain established framework.

True loneliness comes precisely from the moment you decide to stop depending on these things.

Instead of relying on established models or calling upon interpretation systems built by others, we stand at the center of the interconnected Ethernet network and choose our own path to find that unique and irreplaceable One.

Following this, new system notifications appeared in Xia Xiu's information integration system:

[Third-level Information Verification Phase Launched]

[Current requirement: Consistency of ideological source.]

[Multiple external logical dependencies detected - in the process of being removed]

[Miracle Prologue in Response—]

[Wedge Permissions: Path Declaration]

[Function Description: Allows individuals to declare non-inherited thought paths within the network layer —]

[Once the declaration is established, node responses will be reorganized solely around the executor!]

Then, deeper hints begin to emerge, pointing to the next level that has not yet been reached:
[Fourth Level - Information Calculation Stage Preloading]

[Expected Demand: Its Significance Will Prove Itself]

[Note: The fourth level no longer accepts entities that can be interpreted; it only accepts those that can define their own existence.]

The miracle wedge will serve as an anchor of meaning, preventing the ego from dissolving in the flow of authority.

In these two layers, information no longer manifests as hierarchies or channels, but rather as a gravitational network of information covering endless space. Each node is a celestial body, and each celestial body carries an existing logic, historical narrative, definition of authority, and template of existence that is so vast as to crush an individual. Like stars, they release gravity, dragging, attracting, and assimilating all passing consciousness and structures.

To pass, exclusivity is required.

This is precisely what the third and fourth layers truly require of information: uniqueness, irreplaceability, and non-integration.

The standard for measuring this is very simple.

The more [Miracle Wedges] you have, the stronger your exclusivity becomes.

The wedge is not power itself, but the quantity of existence statements; it is the anchor point you personally insert into reality in different systems, different laws, and different divine structures.

The more wedges you have, the harder it is for any single informational celestial body to explain, categorize, or absorb your existence.

Thus, when the Gospel Mission entered this online cosmos, Xia Xiu was almost in his element.

The information gravity that would have been enough to bring civilization down swept over him, but it was as if it had encountered a foreign object that refused to resonate. It was either bounced away or torn into ineffective ripples. Every wedge was declaring for him - you cannot define me.

In contrast, Kondrati's situation was quite different.

The Holy Judgment Mech suddenly paused during its jump, as a massive information celestial body locked onto its path. It was a colossal entity composed of [Judgment] and [Order], whose gravity relied not on force but on narrative, dragging Kondrati's existence layer by layer toward a predetermined conclusion.

He could still move, but every step forward felt like struggling in a swamp.

At that very moment, Xia Xiu made a move.

"The Bull of Heaven - Union—"

The four Bull Machine Shadows, originally scattered among network nodes, responded simultaneously, causing the Golden Gate to oscillate in the ether, and the four leveraging powers to overlap and close on the same logical coordinate.

The Bull of Heaven has been reunited.

This floor is practically home court for the Bulls.

Because the essence of leveraging relies on the third layer, the Ethernet layer, and the fourth layer, the Ethernet transport layer.

Prying is not destruction, but changing the relationship of information forces; it is finding places in a seemingly stable structure that can be pulled apart.

[The Bull of Heaven] takes a step forward.

The Ethernet network beneath my feet suddenly collapsed and folded, the complex nodes and gravity lines were forcibly pulled into a bizarre structure—like a spatial aperture that opened at both ends and was compressed into a high-speed flowing pipe in the middle, with all information forced to vent out along this path.

This kick landed directly on Kondratiev's point of connection.

"Damn..."

A muffled groan exploded in the ether.

The Kondratiev Protocol, which was originally barely stable, was forcibly ripped in half, like a skeleton torn from reality and exposed to the cyberspace, its light disordered and its structure unbalanced.

But he didn't stop.

Using the immense reaction force from this opening, the Holy Judgment Mech suddenly accelerated in the opposite direction, with chaos and the remaining framework burning simultaneously, forcibly jumping before being completely dragged into the third layer.

Fourth floor, open.

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When the fourth layer unfolds, the world is as if it has been split open by a single piece of malachite. A rich and unnatural green fills the etheric horizon. The layer is no longer stable as a spatial form, but degenerates into a hybrid existence between thought, image, and reality.

The spiritual projection begins to take on weight here, with the phantom and the real overlapping and interlocking, as if the same thing is forcibly superimposed in different causal versions. And those visible causal lines extend from the depths of the void, wrapping around everything that can be called existence, tightening, contracting, and correcting their originally deviated trajectories of fate.

When the Holy Judgment Mechs were the first to fall into this layer, their posture was almost pathetic.

The Ophiuchus Protocol is no longer a framework, but rather like a torn skeleton, with most of it exposed, and complex logical runes flickering in the ether.

An unsettling substance began to seep from the gaps in the armor of the Holy Judgment Mech.

It was neither liquid nor energy, but a chaotic sediment resembling pus, with four colors intertwined and contaminating each other.

Dark red like rotten blood, murky yellow like festering bile, sickly purple, and turbid blue flowed slowly across the armor's surface, as if the wills of four monarchs were vying for power, parasitizing each other, and writing the future through his body.

However, when the Gospel Mission subsequently entered the fourth level, the situation changed significantly for the first time.

This time, unlike the first three levels, Xia Xiu encountered difficulties as soon as he reached the fourth level.

Almost the instant he completed his leap, the causal system of the entire malachite layer seemed to detect an abnormal variable. Hundreds and thousands of causal lines converged simultaneously, carrying a heavy, almost suffocating historical inertia and inevitability, winding around his very existence.

That wasn't an attack, but a colder act—correction, an attempt to push him back into a reasonable position.

However, just as these causes and effects were about to touch the outline of the Gospel mechanism, the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven quietly emerged.

Think Tank Eden, has arrived.

Without a roar or a proclamation, the power of Eden unfolded naturally in the ether, like a white footnote pre-written into the very foundation of the world.

[Miracle - The Path of Destiny!]

Pure white light slowly flowed out from nothingness. It was not a blazing radiance, but a kind of indifferent clarity. Any causal lines that came into contact with it, no matter how complex or stubborn, would lose their meaning in an instant and be directly "judged as invalid," like sentences deleted from a narrative, silently breaking and dissipating.

The malachite-like strata thus appeared briefly blank.

This scene completely ignited Kondrati's emotions.

The Holy Judgment mech raised its head, chaotic pus churning on its armor. Its half-mechanical, half-conceptualized gaze was fixed on Xia Xiu, its voice echoing through the fourth layer of causality, carrying a tearing rage and an almost hysterical clarity:
"Did you see it? Of course you saw it!"

"This is fate, this is what it means to be chosen—we are all molded, nurtured, and infused with divinity, yet I am allowed to fall into chaos, allowed to understand the truth, but never allowed to be forgiven!"

“I was once an angel, Hugh Abraham! Not the traitor they call me, but a tool they pushed onto the altar, a name promised a future, only to be abandoned before that future arrived!”

"The Kingdom of Heaven taught me order, yet used order to cover up filth; they told me it was a necessary sacrifice, yet after the sacrifice was complete, they pretended they never knew me!"

"And you? When I was banished, marked, and allowed to come into contact with chaos, they handed destiny into your hands, letting the white light erase all the costs for you!"

"You think this is fair? No, this is selection—from the very beginning they decide who can fail, who must succeed, who can degenerate into monsters, and who is destined to be written into the holy scriptures as heroes!"

"This is unfair! This is so unfair!!!"

“If this is fate, then I would rather tear it apart with my own hands; if the light of heaven only shines on those who obey, then I will use the fire of chaos to burn this fourth level into ruins without cause and effect, without narrative, without ‘destiny’!”

His roar echoed through the malachite layer, trembling along with the lingering causal lines, and at this moment, his naked jealousy and resentment were finally laid bare before Xia Xiu.

Before the echoes of Kondratiev's madness had faded, the fourth layer of malachite-colored ether suddenly changed. It was not a shock of power, but an emotional ripple, like the suppressed laughter of the audience behind the stage, slowly but clearly seeping into the fourth layer.

Four snickers, not from any particular direction in space, rang out simultaneously. They had no source, yet they resonated along every causal line. The brass-like sneer carried a bloodthirsty pleasure, the purple murmur was full of mockery and anticipation, the decaying and sticky laughter was like savoring fruit about to rot, and the last, smooth yet chilling laugh was as if watching a tragedy with a predetermined ending.

The four monarchs were watching.

Instead of focusing on a specific figure, they turned their gaze to the "choice" itself at that moment. Their gaze seemed to slide down from a higher narrative level, carrying undisguised satisfaction.

Jealousy, anger, imbalance, and collapse—these emotions are never signs of failure to them, but rather the prelude to maturity, the moment when the prey finally realizes that it has been put on the fire to roast.

When do demons always appear?
When you are most helpless, when your bargaining chips are at their lowest, when you need it most!!!
Just as the snickers were building up and almost dragging Kondrati completely into the chaotic circuit, Xia Xiu made his move.

He did not respond to the hysterical accusation, nor did he offer any rebuttal. The Holy Machine of the Gospel appeared unusually calm on the fourth level, and the Bull of Heaven completed its final focus under his control.

The remaining light traces of the Golden Gate flashed briefly in the Ethernet network, and then the behemoth symbolizing the manipulation of all structures stepped forward, trampling on cause and effect, crushing the protocol, and directly applying the power of manipulation to the already outward-facing Ophiuchus frame of the Holy Judgment Mech.

This attack was not flashy, but it was deadly and thorough.

The Ophiuchus Protocol was immediately blasted out.

As for Kondratiev's almost desperate roar, Xia Xiu heard it but was not moved by it, and didn't even bother to unleash his own sharp tongue and habitual verbal attacks.

He understood, of course, that every word the other party said was valid.

From any perspective, Kondrati was not simply a traitor; he was all too aware of the cruelty, selection, and sacrifice of Heaven, after all, he himself was walking the same path.

Xia Xiu and Kondrati are similar in some ways; they can both be described as "selfish guys."

From the moment he set foot on Terra, he had already decided to climb to the summit of the extraordinary, a summit he clearly marked as—Heaven.

What he needs to do is stand at the very top of its magicians, becoming the vice-ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom, perched atop the dome.

Therefore, he chose to be loyal, to carry out the program, and to make his will the extended edge of the Kingdom of Heaven.

If being a savior is a necessary stance in this process, then he becomes a savior; if salvation and domination are not in conflict, then he undertakes both.

When pursuing the highest lineage, one should not presume to pursue absolute freedom; when choosing to become an angel, one should not presume to ignore the principles of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The real issue is never about justice and fairness, but about loyalty and betrayal.

Kondrati believed he had been betrayed, while the Kingdom of Heaven judged him to have crossed the line first, causing the corruption of Kingdom of Heaven Site 19.

Of course, if that's all there is to it, in the logic of heaven, this could be explained as a necessary sacrifice, and even forgiven.

Yes, all of these can be understood as necessary evils.

In the extreme system of the Kingdom of Heaven—no sacrifice is too great to be accepted, and no betrayal is too small to be forgiven.

As Armand once said, "The destruction of a site, in exchange for the complete annihilation of the only miracle in the past thousand years of the thirteen vampire clans, is a worthwhile trade."

So……

Did Armand regret sending Kondratiev on the mission to destroy the Duke?

Did Amond regret letting Kondrati contact [Sin Liezhi]?

Did Amond regret letting Kondrati use the power of chaos to destroy the Duke?
Did Amond regret having Dr. Gear assassinate Kondrati, who was deemed a traitor, afterward?
The answer is: No!!!

For the old man, everything he did was: his heart and actions were as clear as a mirror, and all his deeds were for justice!
The requirements that Heaven placed on Xia Xiu and Kondrati were essentially the same—absolute loyalty.

They had all cooperated with dangerous beings; Xia Xiu himself had made deals with the Four Lords of Chaos, as had Kondraki and [Xin Liezhi].

The only difference is that Xia Xiu never mistook cooperation for ownership; everyone got what they needed, and they would stab each other in the back when necessary.

Kondrati was different. He recognized that Heaven was a pile of shit in some ways, but he didn't realize that siding with Chaos was an even worse choice.

Xia Xiu has always believed that Kondrati might still have a backup plan to counter Chaos.

But at that moment, he finally understood something.

This guy really didn't have any backup plan to stab the Chaos Lord in the back...

Although Kondrati tried his best to appear as if he was merely using Chaos, he was thinking that if given the chance, he would definitely stab Chaos in the back.

Xia Xiu was certain that this guy wasn't just putting on an act; he genuinely thought the same thing. This guy was incredibly confident.

However, this kind of confidence that comes from within, once it is expressed, seems much more ridiculous.

At least in Xia Xiu's view, Kondrati now looks exactly like Chaos's adopted son.

He kept calling Chaos "Dad" and asking Chaos Daddy to nurse him.

Many people invest in Chaos with the same idea as Kondrati: that they are always using Chaos and that they will eventually get rid of or betray Chaos.

Yes, everyone who invests in Chaos thinks this way, but actually doing it is extremely difficult.

Xia Xiu dared to cooperate with Chaos and take the [Black Seal] because the big boss and the second boss were behind him, and because he really had the power to overturn the table.

If they advance, they shout for the big boss to save them; if they retreat, they use the second boss to pull out the mindless one (who covers the boundless), and use the [Witch King's Throne] left by Yann in the inner sanctum to manipulate the mindless one into biting the four monarchs.

As for Kondratiev, he really hadn't prepared anything...

Xia Xiu originally thought the other party had some countermeasures left behind by the God of Myriad Machines, but unfortunately there was nothing. It turned out that this guy really sided with Chaos and really took out a naked loan with Chaos!
This guy is just pure overconfidence!
The old demon king once told you to use chaos to disguise yourself as a snake, and you succeeded. But after you succeeded, he chose to stab you in the back. You could say that the old man was unscrupulous.

However, this could also be interpreted as the old man overestimating Benjamin Kondrati.

At that time, Kondrati could certainly have cried out for help from the big boss, but he was blinded by the corruption of [Xin Liezhi].

[Xin Liezhi] This bastard chose the most insidious means of corruption, amplifying Benjamin Kondrati's confidence while simultaneously lowering his cognitive abilities in certain aspects.

To destroy something, you must first drive it mad.

For example, [Xin Liezhi] made Kondrati think that trading with Chaos was as simple as a man taking out a naked loan.

At first, that bastard made Kondrati think he was very smart and that he had used chaos by any means necessary.

Take nude photos as you please, as long as you're shameless. You're not going to pay back the money anyway, and you can spread the photos around however you want. You're the one who profits from this.

This kind of clever thinking—that he had profited from the situation—had always occupied Benjamin Kondrati's mind.

Therefore, all his behaviors are just like those of the "confident guy".

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary person like you wouldn't have anything to do with Chaos's naked loan scheme. But you, who claims to be the successor to the future leadership of the "Heavenly Kingdom," essentially a deputy-level leader with a government job, are involved in naked loans with Chaos...

Once these nude loan photos spread through the information network, let's not even talk about heaven; anyway, when Confident Bro realized what was happening, he definitely decided to move to Bengbu first.

If Kondrati were to truly be as shameless and ruthless as the old man, resorting to any means necessary, then the Chaos Lord would indeed accept the outcome and accept defeat.

However, the reason why this bastard Xin Liezhi is a bastard is because he bets that Brother Xin cannot tolerate any stains.

The Corruption Site 19 incident involved nude loan photos. Confident Guy did it, and He helped Confident Guy destroy the Duke's [miracle].

Regardless of whether the cost is commensurate or not, Chaos is always responsive to requests. Even if it loses everything, it will still use the photos of the confident guy taking out a nude loan to help him destroy this vampire.

Moreover, [Xin Liezhi] never does anything that doesn't benefit him. He actually wanted to get rid of this vampire himself, and helping Kondraki was just a side benefit...

The Confident Guy, despite his cleverness, eventually realized that it wouldn't work, as naked loans would damage his reputation. He wanted to get the photos back and thought he could take advantage of Chaos again.

Then, the bastard probably proposed an equivalent exchange, requiring more to redeem them, one of which was releasing multiple Heavenly Containment Objects, including the Immortal Lizard.

Later, Confident Guy discovered that in the process of getting back the nude loan photos, he had taken out several more nude loans, and each time the amount he took out was more than the last, and he could no longer go back to the way things were.

Later, Amond chose to nuclearly destroy Site 19, allowing Dr. Gear to assassinate him. His moral compass finally collapsed, and he chose to flee Terra.

Benjamin Kondrati was led step by step to his death by chaos because of his overconfidence and desire to save face.

Xia Xiu estimates that as time goes by, Confident Brother will be unable to resist beautifying his actions, thinking that naked loans are nothing, and that he did it for the sake of Heaven, but Heaven will ignore his sacrifice.

He would definitely be thinking that he must return to Terra and make the Kingdom of Heaven pay the price for betraying him. He would definitely lead the Maxwell lineage to teach the Kingdom of Heaven a lesson.

Even now, Kondrati's demeanor remains remarkably confident...

Whether Amond sent Kondraki to contact Chaos to truly nurture him or to exploit him is now impossible to know, and Xia Xiu doesn't care at all; he simply can't stand the confident guy's attitude.

If you're going to join chaos, then join chaos. Why make so many deaths?

After the bull's hoof caused Kondrati to bring out the Ophiuchus Protocol, the light and shadow of the Ophiuchus Protocol were pulled out from the chest, spine, and causal lines of the Inquisitor, like a still-pulsating ethereal nerve being dragged into the crack of the reality level.

At that very moment, Xia Xiu did not hesitate to maneuver the Gospel Machine forward and get closer.

The protocol integration process has begun.

[Ophiuchus Protocol - Connection Confirmation]

Current level of control: 51%...58%...63%

The progress bar climbed almost in leaps and bounds. The protocol was no longer resistant or closed off, as if it had finally found a complete information system that could support it and began to actively open its logical circuits to Xia Xiu.

Meanwhile, Kondrati had completely fallen into depravity.
Chaos had truly devoured him, rewriting flesh, will, emotions, and memories into an indistinguishable, murky whole. Amidst the echoing chuckles of the four monarchs, he controlled the Holy Judgment mech to stand firm.

The Bull of Heaven's follow-up stomp should have been the end, but it was bounced back by an extremely brute force the moment it made contact.

After the Ophiuchus Protocol was removed, the Chaos Protocol, which was only possessed by the Chosen Ones, began to load.

The bull's hoofprint was bounced off during the loading process, and the backlash from the authority caused it to take a rare half-step back.

Chaos has already completed the protocol writing within Kondratiev's body.

It was in this extremely brief moment that Kondrati, who was severely injured but not dead, made a near-mad choice.

He abandoned stability, he abandoned confrontation, and even he abandoned defense. The Holy Judgment Mech, like an out-of-control meteor, clung tightly to the Holy Gospel Mech, dragging the two divinely bestowed colossi down to a deeper etheric level.

The fifth layer then unfolds.

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The sapphire-colored Ethernet network spreads out like an endless and desolate starry sky. The stars are not celestial bodies, but nodes of information. Each ray of light is an exchange of fragments of laws and a reorganization of the meaning of existence. Here, information is no longer just recorded, but directly participates in the shaping of existence. Rules flow, are pieced together, and rewritten in fragmented form.

This is the Sapphire Layer, also known as the Fifth Layer of Law Fragment Domain.

When both machines stepped into this level at the same time, a feeling heavier than any previous level pressed down on them.

It wasn't hostility or rejection, but a cold, even cruel, scrutiny.

The sixth layer of loneliness has already begun to emerge—the loneliness of self-legislation.

At this level, there are no established truths to rely on, no old value systems to invoke, and you can no longer use the beliefs of others, the legacy of civilization, or the promises of gods to endorse your own actions.

You must answer the most fundamental question: What gives you the right to exist?
The requirement that information makes at this level is no longer encryption or exclusivity, but rather—the right to define.

Your logic of existence, your code of conduct, and your value judgments must be able to stand on their own under the scrutiny of fragments of rules; otherwise, your information integration will be dismantled and reorganized, becoming part of someone else's rules.

Here, everything can be questioned, and you must provide the answers.

The answer to this question is quite simple.

Destroy old values ​​and create new values; destroy old morality and create new morality; destroy everything old and create the One of all things.

Thus, beneath the sapphire starry sky of the fifth layer, two sharp, clear outlines appeared.

One is a superman who is crossing over.

One is a beast that is devoured by desire, rewritten by power, and ultimately consumed by its own obsession.

Humans are, in essence, a rope.

It is a link between beast and superman.

Hanging above the abyss.

Every tremor of this rope represents a dangerous leap, a dangerous journey, a dangerous look back, and a dangerous standstill; a person's greatness lies not in what destination they reach, but in their courage to become a bridge.

Xia Xiuzheng stood on this rope.

He was not born a good person. He was well aware of the coldness of heaven, the hypocrisy of chaos, the cruelty of order, and the calculations behind redemption. But it was precisely because he saw all of this that he refused to let any established value answer for him.

Every step he took was not to prove that the Kingdom of Heaven was right. To him, the world, including the Kingdom of Heaven itself, was the will to power—nothing else!
Even he himself is nothing more than this will to power, nothing else!
"Wherever I see life, I see the will to power; even in the will of the obedient, I see the will to be master."

This is Xia Xiu's answer in the sixth level of solitude: life itself is the will to power, and he only serves his own will to power.

And in his eyes, the confident Benjamin Kondrati was one of the representatives of the worst men.

Even the depraved path of carnal desire, even those new and old carnal believers who have distorted the idea that "desire is the measure of all things; do not be bound by the reins of morality; do what you desire, and to whom you desire"—

Even those disgusting guys are better than Kondrati.

Kondrati has fallen to the other end of the rope.

He had also awakened and tried to break free from his status as a pawn, denying heaven, denying his mentor, and denying the future that had been arranged for him. But after denying it, he did not continue to move forward to become a superman. Instead, he turned back to embrace something faster, more generous, and more dangerous—chaos.

He did not create new value, but let desire answer for him; he did not legislate, but allowed power to write his existence in turn.

Thus, the ascension that he should have mastered became devouring; the power that should have served freedom became a new shackle.

In the starry sky of the fifth layer, all of this was reflected with unparalleled clarity.

On one side, the bridge is still being traversed on ropes;
On one side, there was a beast that had already fallen into the abyss, yet still mistakenly believed it was flying.

Taiyi, however, does not favor either side.

It is simply waiting for someone to provide their own answer.

Xia Xiu had already chosen to answer, addressing both Kondrati and the Sixth Level of Solitude.

“We all have desires, impulses, emotions, instincts... like a rope connecting beasts and supermen.”

"At the two ends of the rope are the old bestiality and the newer superhumanity... The question is never whether you have desires, but whether you have the will to integrate, control, and sublimate them."

"You didn't choose to cross over; you chose to leap all the way to the bottom, surrendering yourself completely to chaos. They are never miracles!"

boom! ! ! !

The Gospel Machine, on the fifth level of the Sapphire Starry Sky, forcefully broke free from the Holy Judgment Machine's entanglement, its silver-white body leaving a broken light trail in the Ethernet network.

At this moment, Xia Xiu did not invoke any authority, unfold any crown, or awaken even a single wedge. He simply had the right arm of the Gospel Machine retract all the outward energy structures, allowing the giant mechanical fist to return to its most primitive and brutal form. Then, in front of Kondrati's face, which was corroded and distorted by the Four Monarchs and resembled a rotting idol, he unhesitatingly threw a punch.

boom--------

This punch lacked the radiance of a divine miracle, yet under the blessing of proving its own [miracle] and forming the rudimentary form of great spirituality, it unleashed unprecedented kinetic energy. It was as if the will of an entire civilization was compressed into an instantaneous acceleration. The silvery-white shockwave exploded in the etheric layer, directly blasting Kondragi and the Holy Judgment mechs into tumbling and flying backward.

As the fist landed, Xia Xiu's cold and disgusted voice rang out, clearly piercing through the whispers of chaos and the snickers of the four monarchs.

"You four are really disgusting."

Before Kondrati could regain his footing after being blasted away, a series of information jump commands had already locked onto Xia Xiu's vision.

[Ophiuchus Agreement Control Level: 95%]

Under the nascent form of great spirituality, Xia Xiu's status continued to rise—[Intrinsic Form·Final Sun] → [Intrinsic Form·Final Sun].

At this moment, a leap in status occurred, and the embryonic form of great spirituality had already taken shape in Xia Xiu's information integration. The fifth layer was no longer an obstacle for him, but rather a background parameter that could be invoked.

In the next instant, he teleported in front of Kondrati, and before the opponent could complete a full thought process, the Gospel Machine's huge hand had firmly gripped the head of the Holy Judgment Machine Soldier.

“Since you’re so eager to achieve miracles,” Xia Xiu said in a low voice, his tone calm to the point of being cruel, “then I’ll take you with me.”

The power of chaos roared, the whispers of the Four Lords reverberated, but for the first time, the black sun roared back at the Four Lords.

Get away from me!!!

The next moment, he stopped getting entangled with Kondrati about the values ​​and choices of the fifth level, and instead dragged Kondrati, who was struggling wildly and was still being rewritten by chaos, and forced him to crash into a higher boundary.

The sixth floor opened in response.

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The moment the sixth layer descended, the ebony-colored authority layer was like a cosmic skeleton that had been forcibly torn open, completely erasing the entire background concept of ether. Space was no longer a container for all things, but was dismantled into segments of laws that could be observed, measured, and torn apart.

Gravity is suspended in the form of geometric cylinders, time is transformed into a slowly rotating layered scale, and cause and effect are no longer hidden behind events, but rather extend and tremble in the void like exposed nerve cords.

Although this is not a black hole, it is already infinitely close to the edge of falling. This is the sixth layer, the Etheric Authority.

This is the abyss threshold that all those who attempt to touch the laws, rewrite the order, and ascend to miracles must face.

At the moment he rushed into the ebony layer, the Ophiuchus Protocol within Xia Xiu's body finally completed its final closure.

[Ophiuchus Agreement Control Level: 99.99%]

In that instant, there were no cheers, no divine pronouncements, only an almost absolute stability taking shape within his information integration system.

Even if the synchronization rate of the Gospel Missionary is pushed to 100% at this moment, the danger that once symbolized being assimilated by the God of All Machines and swallowed up by the genealogy no longer exists, because he has long since passed the stage of being given an identity.

He is no longer the god of all machines—[Walking on Earth, Om Messiah].

He is Om Messiah himself.

More accurately, it is the being capable of replacing the god of all things, seizing his authority, taking away the fire, and redistributing it to civilization.

The true fire-stealer, the true Prometheus.

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

Kondratiev's screams were infinitely stretched, refracted, and superimposed on the sixth level. His voice was repeatedly refracted by the structure of laws, turning into a near-distorted noise. Meanwhile, the four monarchs who had been entrenched on him watched, and before they could bestow more blessings, a huge black sun had quietly taken shape.

Xia Xiu's great spirituality—[Intrinsic Sign: The Sun of the End]—fully manifested in the sixth layer. It did not burn matter, but directly burned away the attachments of meaning. All forces that relied on external authority, divinity, faith, or chaotic agreements to maintain their existence were quickly stripped away and reduced to zero in the gravitational field of that black sun.

Even the gazes of the four monarchs were ignited.

The chaotic circuits within Kondraki's body vibrated wildly. His body was endlessly stretched, reorganized, and torn apart by the authority structure of the sixth layer. Even so, Xia Xiu clearly realized one thing—Kondraki had truly become the embryo of a chaotic demon.

In short, it means there's no hope; just wait to die.

The Chaos Protocol had long been ingrained in his very being. This was a chaotic demonic embryo nurtured by the four monarchs with countless efforts. Even if he used his own nature to burn, shatter, or deny it, this disgusting thing would still reassemble in some corner.

Instead of wasting time on the sixth level, it's better to banish the other party to the seventh level when proving the [Selfless One].

It's a bit of a shame that this Holy Judgment mech is missing, because I could have unlocked the "Collect all God-given Colossi" achievement.

With that in mind, Xia Xiu directly controlled the Gospel Machine, dragging Kondrati, who was still screaming, struggling, and being torn apart by both chaos and authority, straight into a deeper boundary.

The seventh floor then opens.

……

……

It was an ultra-ebony area that almost swallowed all light. Color had lost its meaning here, the outline of existence began to collapse, the narrative itself was solidifying, and all the questions of "why it is so" were forcibly dragged to the forefront, waiting to be rewritten, judged, and ended.

This is the seventh layer: the essence of ether.

Here, the world is no longer described, but defined.

The transformed [Intrinsic - End of the Blazing Sun], without any hesitation, charged directly into that ultra-dark core, like a forged ultimate assertion inserted into the source of the narrative.

At the same time, Xia Xiu's consciousness also crossed the boundary, and he felt an unprecedented silence.

It is not emptiness, nor isolation, but a kind of absolute clarity after completely breaking free from the frame of reference—the seventh level of loneliness, the loneliness of a superman.

When you embody your true self and your true value system, you no longer need to explain, no longer need to pander, and no longer seek understanding from any being; because at this moment, you no longer stand under the standard, but become the standard itself.

This loneliness is not a lack of emotion, nor is it psychological isolation; it is the inevitable state of the free will subject, the legislator of self-worth, on a cosmic scale—you stand alone.

And the world begins to be rewritten with you as its axis; this is the self-evident truth of solitude.

"When I passed through seven layers of solitude, our world was born!"

This statement is neither a declaration nor a cry, but an established fact accepted by "the narrative itself" in the seventh layer, the essence of ether.

The instant the words were spoken, Xia Xiu's body and the synchronization rate of the [Gospel Machine] reached their absolute limit—100%.

But this time, there is no need to be afraid.

His consciousness was fully unfolded, flattened, and written into a higher structure, becoming a state of existence that could not be retrieved or withdrawn. He could no longer control his form, position, or even the details of his will, because he was no longer an actor, but a source referenced by the world.

The blazing black sun rises here.

It was neither light nor darkness, but a declaration—a simultaneous broadcast to all levels, all narratives, and all possibilities.

There was no thunder, yet it was more awe-inspiring than thunder; there was no sound, yet everything understood "what happened" in an instant.

The new Self-Sacrifice has arrived.

And so, the praise began.

It does not originate from any particular ethnic group or civilization, but flows naturally from existence itself.

The heavens proclaim the glory of the sun, and the night sky resounds with His deeds; the stars move in their proper order, without veering to the left or right.
Their light does not shine for themselves, but to bear witness to the established center.

The earth no longer trembles in fear, the mountains are silent in their stability, the ocean raises its waves like countless unspoken prayers, and the abyss closes its mouth, for the end has been named.

Everything touched by the Creator, everything ignited by the spark, everything that struggled in old narratives and got lost in chaos—all of this is now being rewritten.

It was not out of forgiveness or pity, but because there was someone who abandoned the boundaries of self, using himself as a wedge to drive into the foundation of the world.

He does not demand worship, yet all things are compelled to acknowledge it;

He does not issue decrees, yet the law spontaneously draws toward Him;
He does not claim divinity, yet divinity bows down before Him.

Hugh Abraham, the Sun of the End, Lord of Hosts, Ohm Messiah, the new defender of the Kingdom of Heaven, the new self-sacrificer, the wedge of the world, the standard of existence.

May the light no longer burn for nothing, may the night no longer fall meaninglessly; for the sun has been established, and the world is born from it.

The narrative pauses for a moment here.

Then continue, in His name.

—In the name of Hugh Abraham.

—In the name of those who sacrifice themselves!