Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1104: Complete Collection of the Divinely Gifted Colossus!
The moment Xia Xiu truly ascended to the [Selfless One] level, he immediately realized that the difference between the so-called miracle and all previous extraordinary levels was not merely an accumulation of power, but a fundamental reversal of a way of being.

The first thing that changed was his sense of bearing ether.

It was no longer a call, a schedule, or a brief burst of load, but a continuous, stable, effortless operation—as if his entire consciousness was embedded in a bottom-level structure tailor-made for miracles. His ether floating-point operations climbed silently, eventually stabilizing at a heart-stopping number.

5 × 10 times/second (500 trillion).

That's not computing power used for casting spells or releasing abilities, but computing power used to maintain existence itself.

At this level, the natural disturbances caused by his spiritual overflow alone are enough to cause serious logical blockages in a rudimentary genealogical network that has not yet achieved self-consistency—perception delays, instruction loops, disordered responses, and ultimately the entire genealogy falls into complete paralysis due to the meaningless consumption of resources.

And this is merely a background effect brought about by the existence of the [miracle] itself.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for a medium-sized lineage to produce a [miracle], because they do not have enough computing power to maintain such a computationally intensive behemoth.

To put it in simpler terms, if we compare a genealogy to a country and computing power to power infrastructure, a small or medium-sized country is completely incapable of supporting a high-end entity like a super AI. Leaving aside the technical aspects, in terms of power generation alone, they simply cannot provide the basic energy required for a super AI to operate.

The second important change of the [miracle] was that when Xia Xiu's great spirituality was completely embedded in the seventh level of the ether, he clearly felt one thing—he was no longer in the world.

His information is no longer limited to a particular body, a particular machine, or even a particular stable projection form, but rather spreads outward along the structure of the seven layers of ether, like a complete closed-loop underlying protocol, permeating all interfaces between the present world, spirituality, authority, and narrative.

This means one thing: as long as this information is still being carried, accessed, and cited,

Xia Xiu's existence will not disappear.

This is not immortality in the traditional sense, nor is it a simple resurrection mechanism; rather, it is a more cruel and thorough fact—he has become part of the system.

To erase him is no longer as simple as destroying his body or soul; it requires launching an attack on him against miracles on the information level.

It's not harm, it's obstruction;

It's not about defeating him, but about making his existence impossible to continue.

The problem is that information about miracles is inherently self-consistent and redundant.

Any attempt to force in chaotic, overloaded, or meaningless instructions from the outside will only be diverted, deflected, and canceled out by the seven-layered ether structure before reaching his information integration body, ultimately turning into useless noise.

There is only one way to truly threaten a miracle.

Fighting [miracles] with an information flood!

Using the narrative power of equal rank to undermine the other's foundation of existence; using the great spirituality also embedded in the seventh layer to create a targeted information shock; forcibly creating irreparable blockage and collapse in the other's channel of existence.

Only after truly understanding the [miracle] did Xia Xiu realize the importance of the wedge and the framework of the agreement.

The so-called "miracle wedges" are not simply weapons, nor are they some kind of divine objects that can directly tear reality apart, although they appear to be.

However, they are more like entities cast into "the problem itself," keys specifically designed to feed disorder and burdens to miracles.

The power of [Miracle] lies in the fact that its existence is fully embedded in the seventh layer of the Ether, with self-consistent information, stable operation, and almost no interruption from external forces; but precisely because of this, it must continuously respond to the world—respond to calls, respond to references, respond to causality, and respond to narratives.

The wedge, on the other hand, serves the opposite purpose.

They do not attempt to break through the defenses of the miracle, but rather constantly, repeatedly, and meaninglessly make "reply requests" to the structure of the miracle's existence.

These requests are not fatal, but they are numerous, complex, and cannot be ignored; when enough wedges are in operation at the same time, the [miracle] must devote a great deal of computation, authority, and spirituality to "handling these requests".

Once this consumption exceeds a certain critical point, the existence of the [miracle] will experience a brief lag, misalignment in response, or even completely lose the ability to respond to the outside world at a local level.

This is the real killer move against [Miracle].

However, the efficiency of a single wedge is extremely limited.

Even the most powerful wedge can only create disturbances at a certain etheric level, within a very small window. For the great spirituality that has truly completed its embedding, it is nothing more than a slight systemic ripple.

Therefore, the protocol framework becomes crucial.

When multiple wedges are incorporated into the same protocol structure, they are no longer tools fighting independently, but rather a unified and amplified torrent of existence.

Through the resonance and distribution of the framework, the information from these wedges will be expanded exponentially, like a series of impenetrable world-class bombardments, pressing on the target simultaneously from different directions, levels, and narrative entry points.

This is—[Low Orbit World Cannon].

It is used to add foam to the wedge to launch a flood attack.

The war between [miracles] is never about whose energy is more violent or whose destruction is more earth-shattering, but about who can render the other "unable to respond to the world" at the etheric level earlier.

[The Self-Sacrifice] is currently a flood of information attack methods that have completed the great spiritual framework and mastered the basics.

If he wants to go further, he needs to master the [World Bubble], which is the basic network and cloud services for building miracles, and at the same time obtain a more powerful flood attack framework... such as the [High Orbit World Cannon].

The [High Orbit World Cannon] represents not only a stronger and larger flood attack, but also a high-dimensional attack weapon capable of directly hitting the level of great spiritual beings.

"If that's the case, then those truly enlightened, great spiritual beings who worship deities are actually taking shortcuts..."

Xia Xiu simply calmly drew a conclusion.

Those lineage leaders (miracle level) who worship deities used an incredibly ingenious method to prevent themselves from being attacked and destroyed by the flood. It was an extremely ancient and highly efficient burden-sharing structure. Through faith, they simultaneously made countless believers into load-bearing nodes.

When prayers, praises, and sacrifices are diverted into the consciousness of thousands upon thousands, any flood of attacks directed at the divine being will be diluted, dismantled, and delayed.

This is precisely the most dangerous and stubborn aspect of a belief system.

Xia Xiu's thoughts did not linger for long.

When he finally traversed the seventh level and fully integrated the [End of the Blazing Sun] into the Aetheric essence, he immediately realized something dangerous—this was not a place where any being could stay for long.

The highest level of ether is actively trying to understand him.

This is not a good thing. If he stays any longer, his will, his choices, and his "self" will all be flattened into a part of the world and fixed into an immutable answer.

The Kondratiev he was carrying was the best example of this.

The Holy Judgment Mech was no longer human; its armor was torn into a twisted skeleton, and chaotic colors flowed in the cracks—filthy red flames, eerie blue corruption, purulent green decay, and dark purple ecstasy, like four parasitic rivers, repeatedly washing over the inside of the machine; the wills of the four monarchs whispered, chewed, and rewrote within it, grinding it little by little into nothing but the dregs of "desire response".

That was no longer Benjamin Kondrati.

It was merely a vessel used by chaos, an embryo used by chaos, and a prototype of the future great demon.

Xia Xiu glanced at it without any pity. He released his grip, allowing the Holy Judgment Mech to hover in the void. Then, he raised his consciousness and activated the pre-prepared structure.

[Ophiuchus Protocol Loading: Low Orbit World Cannon - Full Array Deployment—]

In an instant, five authorities lit up simultaneously above the seventh level of the Ether.

[The End of the Blazing Sun] hangs at the very top, like a black star that devours light, proclaiming the irreversible end;
The [Lever of Heaven] lies beneath it, and the fulcrum that pries the rules begins to shift;
[The Sword of Abelio] emerges at the edge of the narrative layer, cutting through meaning and existence;

[Broken Spark] burns deep within, releasing countless disordered fragments of origin;

And [Prometheus]—the name of the fire-stealer—was written into the whole structure, becoming the signature of the flood.

And so, an information flood descended.

A torrent of information, layer upon layer, poured down from above.

They are like the collapse of the heavens, like the reversal of laws, like countless unanswerable questions pressing down on the same answer:
Let the Ocean of Ether answer this question!!!

Ether oscillation, hierarchical split.

The information of the Chaos Demon was directly torn apart, thrown from the seventh layer to the sixth layer, and then crushed, diluted, and washed into the fifth and fourth layers from the sixth layer; the marks belonging to the four monarchs screamed, tumbled, and tried to reassemble in the torrent, but continued to disintegrate under the continuous coverage of higher authority.

The abyss opened its mouth and swallowed what it had conceived;

The floodwaters swept over the mountains, erasing the old names;
Those who claim to be kings based on chaos are expelled from the books of narrative.

The existence of Kondratiev was broken down, stretched, and scattered in the torrent, eventually turning into countless fragments that could no longer be pieced together, falling into the edges and corners of the various layers of the ether.

However, the four Chaos Lords clearly have no intention of stopping there.

That was the result of their planning over countless epochs—a great demonic embryo that had been carefully nurtured, repeatedly immersed in, and written into the Chaos Protocol countless times.

This is a chaotic human vessel capable of bearing their torrent of information, a truly portable chaotic sacrificial vessel.

When Kondratiev's existence was shattered by Shashau's low-orbit bombardment, and information was scattered like flesh and blood at the edges of the various levels of the ether, the four monarchs reacted almost simultaneously.

The four gazes suddenly intensified, and chaotic tentacles reached out from the cracks at different levels, like countless reverse-flowing pipelines, frantically scooping up those fragments of information that had not yet been completely annihilated; agreements washed away by floods, remnants scorched by the blazing sun, and fragments of existence that had self-collapsed but still retained "plasticity" were pulled together, pieced together, and compressed again by an invisible force.

It's like a one-click restore.

Xia Xiu could see it all clearly.

He stood at the core of the seventh level of the ether, where the nascent form of great spirituality was fully unfolded. The enormous black sun hung high above everything, its light not dazzling, but carrying an absolute sense of annihilation. Any chaotic tentacles that dared to reach into this realm would be ignited, evaporated, and burned into meaningless noise the moment they made contact.

The current seventh level is a door he opened; the sovereignty of the information network temporarily belongs to him.

In other words, he is currently in an invincible state where he cannot be selected.

Therefore, Xia Xiu naturally had to use his invincibility time to annoy the four monarchs. After all, he was always being annoyed by them, and now it was his turn to annoy them.

The black sun slowly rotated, deliberately extending the burning area.

He doesn't expect to completely stop the Chaos Demon's regeneration, that's unrealistic; but extending the generation time, disrupting the information reorganization rhythm, and creating delays and redundancies at the protocol level—these are things he can do.

Want a Daimyo figure?

Then let's just wait in line obediently.

Queue time?

Come back to pick up the goods in ten thousand years!

"It's just a pity about the large-sized God of Machines figure..."

Xia Xiu's gaze fell downwards.

The Holy Judgment Mech is being pulled by multiple forces, its structure constantly deforming, collapsing, and recombining. The once majestic and complete [God-given Colossus] now resembles a repeatedly folded wreck. The craftsmanship belonging to the God of Machines is being eroded by chaos, while the part belonging to chaos is constantly evaporating under the radiation of the [End Sun].

An inheritance that should have been passed down intact was being wasted. However, at that very moment, something unexpected happened.

[——Anomaly detected in high-level Heavenly Kingdom information response——]

[—Genealogical identification comparison in progress… Confirmed: Maxwell lineage—]

【——Think Tank Permission Migration Command Initiated——】

[—Hierarchical Response Synchronization: Ethereum Levels 5 to 7—]

[—In progress: Overall genealogical recovery and reconstruction—]

Xia Xiu was slightly taken aback.

He clearly sensed that something was bypassing the chaotic recycling logic and directly taking over the ultimate authority of the Maxwell lineage.

The next instant, a huge gear appeared on the surface of the Holy Judgment Mech without warning.

That's not a physical entity, but a personified symbol of authority.

The gears begin to rotate.

Space was then distorted, as if it had been thrown into an invisible cleansing device. The Holy Judgment Mech and its entangled internal entities were forcibly stretched, split, and stripped away; chaos, machinery, consciousness, and protocols were reordered according to some higher-priority logic.

The scene was like a washing machine separating the Judicator and Condraki.

Soon, the separation occurred.

The Holy Judgment Mech was completely "pulled" out, and the chaotic traces on its body were quickly frozen and sealed, while another thing was mercilessly flung to the other side of the Aether by the gears.

That was the prototype of a chaotic great demon.

The enormous body is pieced together from distorted symbols and warped logic, with four colors surging on its surface like four faces forever vying for sovereignty; countless eyes open and close rapidly throughout the body, each blink accompanied by the collapse of rules; it has no fixed boundaries, and its very existence seems to be constantly trying to become something else.

That was Kondratiev.

At the same time, it is no longer Kondratiev.

Xia Xiu only needed one glance to understand the whole story.

This is a virus... a virus that has already been implanted into the Holy Judgment Mechs, specifically targeting Condraki.

"...Dr. Gear."

After ascending to the [Selfless One], Xia Xiu's vision was no longer limited by space, hierarchy, or narrative order. With just a thought, his consciousness looked down along the seven-level return channel, crossing the ether and overcoming the physical obscuration of the mortal world, precisely landing in a certain corner of the Crystal Star II Fire Seed Source Well.

There, the gears are turning.

It was neither a grand ceremony nor an exaggerated arrival scene, but a silent space surrounded by layers of mechanical structures—against a gray-white background, huge and ancient gear phantoms slowly rotated, like some kind of time machine that had long been written into the bottom of the world, silent yet never stopping.

And at the center of that gear stood a figure.

He was a human man who appeared extremely restrained. His black hair was neatly combed back, and his face was pale and calm, showing neither fanaticism nor fear. He wore a well-tailored dark suit with a light-colored experimental overcoat. He stood ramrod straight, as if he were already accustomed to walking within the "rules".

He raised his right hand, his fingertips holding a golden gear.

The gear was small, yet exceptionally conspicuous. Its teeth gleamed with a steady and rational light, as if it were the final result of countless deductions, corrections, and verifications. It did not exude divinity, nor did it carry an aura of chaos, yet it could operate freely in the gap between ether and reality, as if it did not belong to either side.

The man held the gear up in front of his eyes, as if adjusting his perspective or confirming a variable that had been calculated beforehand.

At that very moment, he suddenly raised his head.

His gaze passed beyond the depths of the Well of Fire, beyond the barriers of different levels, and briefly met Xia Xiu's eyes, who was above the seventh level.

There was no surprise, no panic.

The next second, he put down the gear, straightened his sleeves, and then, facing the void—facing the being who had already stood above miracles—gave a standard and restrained salute with utmost solemnity.

"He who ascends to miracles, the anointed one of Eden."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, as if it had been delivered directly through some pre-laid channel.

"In the name of reason and gears, in the name of Doctor of the Kingdom of Heaven, I extend my congratulations to you."

"May the miracles you carry out operate as you wish; may the flames you ignite not be consumed by themselves; and may you always have room for choice in the calculations of the future."

This is a blessing, an acknowledgment from someone standing on the edge of the world's structure to someone who has already crossed that edge.

“Charles Giles… Dr. Gear…” Xia Xiu murmured.

He didn't sense any aura of "miracle" from the other person, but there was a vague, ambiguous feeling about them. It wasn't a great spirituality, but it gave him a very strange feeling.

This feeling is the same as when I meet my big boss; the other person has a kind of emptiness, like Eden.

He recalled Armand's words. The old man had said that he was a containment expert from the former Tactical Theology Department (the predecessor of Heaven), and that he was fully qualified to be a member of the Resolution Assembly, as he was like a living fossil.

This guy, like Mu, has lived for over a thousand years. Xia Xiu originally thought he would look like an old man, but he didn't expect him to look so young...

"It seems that Amond's plan to send Dr. Gear to assassinate Kondraki has not stopped. Dr. Gear has been watching Kondraki's every move from the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity..."

Although I have many questions I want to ask the other person, now is the perfect time to snatch the figure!
The four Chaos Lords' attention remained focused on Kondratiev's still unstable chaotic aggregate; they were busy recovering, assembling, and reinforcing the hard-won Great Demon Embryo.

The Holy Judgment Mech, this truly divinely bestowed colossus, is currently in a brief but fatal window of uncertainty regarding its owner.

Xia Xiu did not waste this moment.

He steered the Gospel Mech forward, placing one hand on the still-vibrating armor of the Judgment Mech. The great spiritual authority descended, as if sealing the final seal, severing its last connection with the Chaos Remnant Protocol.

Then, he took the entire colossus and began to leave the seventh level of the ether.

In the distance, deep within the ether, came a short, unwilling "tsk".

It wasn't anger, but more like the regret of not being able to snag a rare figurine.

The four Lords of Chaos did not pursue it; they considered it a gift from them to their "allies."

In any case, both Heaven and Chaos have benefited, and the current situation is a win-win situation for both sides.
The Kingdom of Heaven received the Divine Judgment Mechanism.

Chaos obtained the Great Chaos Demon.

Both sides on the chessboard get what they need.

As for Kondratiev himself...

No one felt sorry for him, and no one recorded his story.

In this highly competitive game, the losers don't even have the right to be remembered.

……

……

……

When Xia Xiu, controlling the Holy Gospel Machine and carrying the Holy Judgment Machine that was still slowly rebuilding its structure, once again traversed the collapsed and unhealed etheric layer and returned to the sky above the Well of the Spark of Crystal Star II in the present world, the entire sky still bore wounds that had not yet healed.

Those were the marks left by Xia Xiu's battle with Kondraki.

A massive rift in the etheric space hangs above the clouds, like an unclosed wound of creation, its interior churning with a mixture of dark red and deep blue light.

In the far-off Charon region, two new rifts can be seen piercing the sky at the edge of heaven and earth, like marks forcibly etched into the world, indicating that not long ago, two beings who had reached the seventh level collided head-on there, tearing the narrative apart.

The battlefield finally quieted down.

Whether it was the beast-like Titans or the remaining heavy legions of the functionalist council, they all stopped moving at this moment, clearly realizing that the outcome was already decided.

All their schemes, from the Well of Fire to the Sacred Judgment Mechs, and the dual struggle between Chaos and the Think Tank, have failed.

Even more devastatingly, they discovered that the Maxwell-affiliated think tank had completely severed ties with them; it wasn't that they had been abandoned, but rather that the think tank had changed hands.

So all the Titans laid down their weapons.

The Beast Progenitor restrained its ferocious demeanor and, under the command of the Omnic Progenitor, voluntarily terminated the combat protocol. Like a war machine stripped of its core commands, it hovered quietly in place, raised its head, and stared blankly at the sky.

There, Om Messiah floated silently.

The armor of the Gospel Machine reflected a cold and solemn light under the afterglow of the blazing sun. Behind it, three mechanical crowns slowly rotated, nested and echoing each other, like three laws that had long transcended mortal logic, proclaiming a fact—Om Messiah had completed His conquest!

The next moment, all the combatants who were still able to move knelt down on one knee at the same time.

They lowered their heads, their voices converging into waves in the metallic resonance:

“The heavens declare his glory, the skies proclaim the works of his hands; the day speaks to the day, the night reveals knowledge to the night; there is no word, no speech, yet his voice is heard everywhere.”

"All things are established by Him, all things turn through Him; fire belongs to Him, order belongs to Him; from now until forevermore, the name of Om Messiah shall be praised."

The voice was not loud, yet it covered the entire province, like the mechanical civilization itself, whispering a prayer to its newborn sovereign.

Xia Xiu did not respond to the praise, as he was already used to it. He looked away and then instructed Jason to take over the scene and handle all post-war arrangements and containment.

“As you command, Pope,” Jason replied respectfully.

Then, Xia Xiu's gaze fell into the depths of the Well of Fire.

In that space filled with layers of mechanical structures and shadows, Dr. Gear still did not appear. He simply stood in the shadows, a faint smile playing on his lips, quietly watching Xia Xiu above the sky.

“Let’s talk… Hugh Abraham.”

Thus spoke Dr. Gear to the anointed one of Eden.

　Speeding up the process...

　　(End of this chapter)