Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1118 Mechanical Realm

The myriad realms of the universe, the world of clocks and watches, the realm of machinery.

There is no dawn and dusk here, nor the movement of stars.

Yes, there is only the eternally running order itself.

From a macroscopic perspective, the overall shape of the mechanical realm resembles a finely polished teardrop-shaped clock. The outer shell is composed of equal amounts of light and dark bands interwoven together, with the boundary between light and dark being absolutely straight and without any transition. The hot and cold are also equal, with scorching heat and extreme cold coexisting in the space in strict proportions, yet without eroding each other. Everything has already been written into an unalterable formula.

Inside this clock, a massive, immeasurable structure runs through it from top to bottom. It is not the Tree of Life, but the Tree of Law, which is composed of countless gears, drive shafts, fiber optic links, and law circuits. Each rotating gear is a complete and independent system of laws.

From the most basic law of causality to the complex recursive negation logic that even the gods cannot comprehend, all laws are interwoven with each other at terrifyingly precise angles, yet strictly adhere to their respective operating ranges, without interfering with each other, and operating only at a predetermined frequency.

Between the gears, a silent torrent of data surges by. It is not text, but the result of conceptual calculations compressed to the limit, a way of expressing order that is difficult to decipher even for those with divine abilities.

In the mechanical realm, so-called divine power is nothing more than a variable that can be quantified, calibrated, and even redistributed, rather than a miracle that transcends everything.

Here, there are no heroic narratives, nor are there moral judgments. The Mechanical Realm is indifferent to justice or evil; it only recognizes one axiom that has been repeatedly verified and infinitely approaches perfection.

"The Clockwork Axiom": Order is truth, precision is survival.

All existence must be embedded in the division of labor of the gears, and any unauthorized autonomous behavior will be judged as structural noise and then eliminated by the mechanical legion.

And above this endlessly operating core exists the only absolute ruler of the Mechanical Realm—[Clockwork Creator Singularity].

It has no fixed form, no concept of gender, and no clear position. It is the embodiment of order itself, the source of all gears, constructs, and mechanical legions. There are rumors that the entire mechanical realm is a fragment left behind by a broken god, and the [Singularity] is merely the self-consciousness born from this fragment in the process of endless self-correction.

【Singularity】The sole absolute ruler of the Mechanical Realm, the embodiment of order itself, without physical form or gender, with strength comparable to powerful gods, the source of all gears, constructs, and legions in the Mechanical Realm, and the creator of the "Modron" race.

Just as everything was proceeding as planned, disturbances appeared on the periphery of the Mechanical Realm that were not part of the predetermined calculations.

The light and dark bands experienced a barely perceptible imbalance in a very short time, and a branch of the Tree of Law exhibited a deviation that was theoretically impossible.

The next instant, a colossal object appeared from the void. Its outline was like a personification of the concept of judgment itself. Its steel shell was covered with cold and sacred structural patterns, and twelve armor plates slowly unfolded on its back, like frozen metal wings. Every joint movement and every energy pulse was so precise that it was heart-stopping.

That was none other than—[The Holy Judge, Typhoys].

Unknown variables have begun to quietly intervene in this orderly world.

By switching between three mental states in a single thought, Xia Xiu temporarily anchored his main control onto the Holy Judgment Mech. Once the Colossus's Judgment Core was synchronized, his vision was no longer limited to a single spatial coordinate, but was forcibly elevated to a completely different scale of order—a feeling entirely different from any plane he had ever set foot in before.

The mechanical realm has no boundaries.

Or rather, this plane itself refuses to be defined by the concept of boundaries.

In Xia Xiu's perception, there was no clear hierarchical division in the area he could see, nor was there any so-called upper, lower, or inner and outer structure. Instead, there was a vast space filled with endless void, and in that void, countless huge gears meshed, nested, and extended with each other, like the inner cavity of an infinitely magnified clock, turning the whole world into an order machine that was constantly self-correcting.

Those gears are not made of a single material. Large gears are often composed of a stone base, soil layers and metal minerals interwoven, and the complexity of the structure can even give people an illusion.

It's like a being revered as a god by the main plane, who once personally dismantled the continent and then rebuilt it into its current form using laws as a blueprint.

Most of the gears have diameters exceeding thousands of kilometers, large enough to support a complete ecosystem and civilization. They rotate at an unpredictable, slow pace. During their operation, Xia Xiu can also clearly see a large number of smaller, island-sized auxiliary gears rotating at high speed, connecting multiple giant gears to form a complete nested, never-ending transmission structure.

The rotation speed of those small gears is almost dizzying, yet the inhabitants living on them seem completely unaffected. Objective gravity is forcibly locked by some higher order, ensuring that no one is thrown into the void by centrifugal force unless they voluntarily stand in the dangerous area less than ten meters from the edge.

Just as Xia Xiu was rapidly analyzing the basic structure of this plane through the multiple sensory modules of the Holy Judgment Mech, his attention was quickly drawn to another familiar yet unfamiliar existence.

The Fumi Ant Tribe.

It wasn't the branch he had encountered in Abelio, but a completely "mechanized" local branch.

These ant tribes still retain the form of organic life, but their structure and behavior patterns have been honed to near perfection by order. They are the only organic race allowed to exist in the mechanical realm for a long time. All of them are lawful and neutral, without loyalty or hatred in the sense of emotional fluctuations, only clear division of responsibilities and execution priorities.

In Xia Xiu's perception, countless individuals of the Frmi Ant Clan were distributed on different gears. Some were climbing along the edges of the gears to repair the worn interlocking structures, some were conducting precise mining of metal resources in the mineral vein area, and others were in the giant construct workshop, responsible for forging and replacing the parts needed for the mechanical construct.

They rarely participate in combat. Unless their territory is deemed to be in an abnormal invasion state, the soldier ant legion is always in a standby and sealed-off phase. In a sense, the entire logistical support system of the Mechanical Realm is built on the continuous operation of these Fomi ants.

What's even more interesting is that Xia Xiu also keenly realized that this group did not have a single supreme ruler.

Each giant tooth has a corresponding ant queen who is responsible for managing all the Frmi individuals in that area. The will of these queens is unified and submitted to a higher being—the Mother of All Ants—through a highly abstract chain of order.

It is a kind of master node, responsible for macroscopically coordinating the entire Fremi system without violating the supreme order of the mechanical realm.

This place is unlike any other plane I've ever set foot in before—there is no vague divine will here, nor any higher-dimensional beings corrupted by emotions, beliefs, or desires. In this clockwork-like world, the only thing that truly governs everything is that supreme consciousness known as the Singularity.

Xia Xiu only briefly scanned the Mechanical Realm with his Great Spirituality. Unlike the previous planes, where the Great Spirituality would elicit layers of responses once it was activated, this time it was unusually quiet.

Because all the feedback was incorporated into some higher-level order calculation, and was digested, verified, and archived in advance without causing any ripples, Xia Xiu became even more convinced.

Within the divine realm framework of [Singularity], any overly aggressive behavior would be considered an abnormal variable and prioritized for correction. Therefore, he did not attempt to leverage anything with his own existence, but simply allowed that black sun to hang quietly in the unseen layers.

The great spirituality is like an invisible index line, going from top to bottom, passing through countless teeth and gears of law, beginning to precisely search for that trace that originates from itself.

The lost offspring were not concealed. They were simply meticulously categorized, labeled, and placed in a position perfectly consistent with the logic of the mechanical world.

The moment the coordinates were locked, Xia Xiu withdrew most of his senses and turned his attention to the huge structure that was constantly operating—the "Normanus Forging Factory".

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Normanus Forging Plant.

This is a colossal factory built on a small gear. Rather than a building, it is more like a production organ covering the entire surface of the gear. There are almost no signs of life in the traditional sense, yet it is constantly filled with the presence of execution. Towering chimneys extend along both sides of the gear, and the forging furnace and firebed spew out violent flames day and night. Thick and steady black smoke gathers into a constant cloud above the gear, like an industrial stamp fixed in order.

Inside the factory, the space is divided into numerous casting rooms with clearly defined purposes, and as far as the eye can see, there are crystal models that are so complex they are dazzling.

They suspend, rotate, disassemble, and recombine, in which liquid metal is precisely cooled, shaped, and tempered, and then processed into special components specifically for the structure.

Once completed, the components are quickly sent to the next process: fitting, calibration, and encapsulation. They are then submerged in activation tanks filled with a viscous liquid that looks like oil but has a low-frequency, stable, orderly sheen flowing across its surface.

Once activation is complete, the newly created Punishers will be briefly awakened and undergo an extremely brief but merciless trial run verification. After confirming that their logic circuits, execution modules, and law compatibility are all qualified, they will be directly transported to the Great Ring to execute their first task. Even the concept of their existence is completely defined before they leave the factory.

All instructions originate from the "Veteran Core" deep within the factory.

Hmm... he looks a bit like an Iron Man from the Maxwell lineage.

Here, Manun is escaping the combined strangulation of him by the constructs within the machine realm.

The roar of the gears pressed in from behind, layer upon layer, as if the entire plane was tightening its teeth, trying to crush that "nonsense that shouldn't exist."

Manun is running.

He skimmed over the edge of a small, slowly rotating gear, the metal patterns beneath his feet precisely aligning, misaligning, and then meshing. Any misstep would send him being thrown into the endless abyss of gears below by the immense centripetal force.

His body was tall and taut, his short black hair was pushed back by the high-speed airflow, and his face had no extra expression, only a calm and almost cold focus.

The most striking feature is his arms.

It was not pure flesh and blood, but a steel prosthetic body covered with a dark gray metal skeleton. The joints were fitted with precise rotating shafts and miniature energy rails. Each swing was accompanied by a very slight grinding sound, as if he himself was a construct that had not yet been registered.

The surface of the prosthetic body is covered with repair marks and splicing patterns of different models of parts, lacking any unified industrial aesthetics, only a utilitarianism that serves survival.

Manun has hands of steel.

But behind him, order is chasing after him.

Demon Tomb!

They emerged from the shadows of the inlaid teeth, with the foremost being the base-level demon tombs, their shapes composed of simple to almost cruel geometric structures, with distinct facets and body proportions strictly following some ancient and inviolable law; they had no eyes, yet could accurately lock onto Manun's location, and though they showed no anger, they adjusted their surrounding angle in sync with each step they took.

On the gear platform at a higher elevation, a high-level demonic tomb slowly rotated its body. The massive construct resembled a moving node of law, with a cold white halo of order shining from its core, and a deep and ruthless judgment sound echoing in the space.

[—Abnormal variable, missing number, clear it!]

The moment the beam struck, Manun flipped violently to the side, his steel body slamming heavily onto the surface of the insert. Using the recoil, he slid into the structural gap below, the blazing white light of judgment grazing his shoulder and cutting the entire metal surface into a smooth cross-section.

He didn't stop.

Stopping means being corrected.

Manun pulled out a disassembled construct core with a backhand motion, and the rails of the prosthetic forearm instantly unfolded. He forcefully embedded the core into the rotating shaft and forcibly overclocked to release energy.

The next second, a chaotic pulse of order exploded behind him, briefly disrupting the rhythm of several basic-level demon tombs, and causing a misalignment in the calculations between the inlays for less than a second.

One second is enough.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, he leaped toward another small, rapidly spinning insert, flipping his body in mid-air and digging his prosthetic fingers deep into the metal edge to firmly stabilize himself.

Below, several demon tombs were forced to slow down due to gravity, while further away, new constructs were being deployed from the passages in the belly of the toothed creature, their numbers, ranks, and paths all precisely calculated.

Manun raised his head, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the Mechanical Realm would not give up, and once marked, the cleanup process would only continue to escalate.

Even so, he was not afraid—he was absolutely not going to die here!
The steel prosthetic body exerted its power once more, and his figure disappeared into the shadows of the interlocking inlays. This was the scene in Xia Xiu's eyes for the first time that the fourth perfect embryo appeared.

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P.S.: I had a bit of an accident while drinking today, so I can only do emergency coding for now. I was originally planning to do 6,000+ words today as usual, but I've given up.