Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1122 Arrangements for Manun
After casually looting all the equipment dropped by [Singularity], the Holy Judgment Mech tore open the dimensional boundary amidst the roar of its rifting wings, taking Manun with it away from the endless gear void of the Clockwork World.

The mechanical realm receded rapidly behind them, and the intricately interlocking, breathtakingly precise gear continent resumed operation as if nothing had ever happened.

But Manun knew very well that a war that had just broken out there was one that could shake the entire world.

The cockpit was unusually quiet.

Manun leaned back in the restraints, but his breathing never truly calmed down.

His eyes were still unconsciously following the trail of light left outside the bulkhead, and the scenes from just now kept replaying in his mind.

An endless torrent of machinery, forcibly rewritten physical rules, eerie overlapping shadows that ignore everything, and a pitch-black sun that shines in the depths of the ether and then instantly crushes everything.

Manun knew very well that all the knowledge he had gained from his years of struggling to survive in the Mechanical Realm, whether it was the stolen knowledge, the cobbled-together prosthetic body, or his almost instinctive understanding of the structure of the Demon Tomb, was as insignificant and laughable as an ant facing a giant in the face of such power.

And the person who orchestrated all of this was standing right beside him.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but let out a voice that carried a hint of hesitation and awe that he himself didn't even realize.

“You…father,” Manun paused, barely getting used to the title, “Where are we going next?”

Xia Xiu's answer came casually, his tone as relaxed as if the great battle that had almost overturned the foundation of the Mechanical Realm was just a minor episode that he handled in passing.

"Let me take you to find your brother first."

As he said this, the Holy Judgment Mech had completed its preparations for a stable interdimensional jump, and the surrounding spatial parameters began to gently recombine.

"Logically speaking, the Mechanical Realm is very close to Paradise Mountain, but there is already another mech operating there, so let's take a detour."

Then, as if remembering something, he added, "I'll take you back to paradise first, to Abelio. That place is now considered heavenly territory, and you can stay there peacefully for a while."

Manun was slightly taken aback.

"There, you can systematically learn the way of mechanics. I will find a teacher to pass on the knowledge of the seventy-two laws of mechanics to you, and let you learn more about the way of mechanics."

Xia Xiu continued, his tone as if he were arranging something perfectly normal.

"By the way, you should also begin the Holy Forging and Transformation, completely replacing your current trashy prosthetic body. Also, the gift I prepared for you will take time to digest."

After these words were spoken, Manun did not respond immediately.

His mind, on the contrary, started working at lightning speed at that moment.

—Another aircraft.

—Systematic learning.

—Abelio is the territory of the Kingdom of Heaven.

These scattered pieces of information quickly pieced together in his mind, sketching a clear yet unsettling picture.

The so-called Heavenly Kingdom is clearly not a simple dimensional organization, but a vast force that is extending its tentacles to all the heavens and myriad worlds; and he and his brothers were not lucky ones who were rescued by chance, but were clearly incorporated into a grand scheme.

They were all chosen children.

Manun slowly exhaled, leaned back in his seat, and the lingering shock and unease in his chest gave way to an unprecedented emotion: a vague expectation.

……

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The first level of the secluded paradise: Abelio, the royal city of the Golden Tree.

The moment the Holy Judgment Mech tore open the dimensional veil, the entire royal city seemed to be gently stirred by an invisible hand. The roots of the Golden Tree resonated deep and long deep within the earth, like an ancient life responding to its master.

Viewed from above, this royal city is not simply a collection of bricks and streets, but a living structure built from countless intersecting, growing, and extending golden veins, layer upon layer, crisscrossing, like a golden labyrinth that is always in motion.

Above the sky, a huge ring-shaped structure floated silently. It was not a physical object, but a manifestation of a law solidified by [constancy] itself.

The halo is composed of countless intricate and solemn runes that interlock and rotate, yet always maintain an absolutely stable order. The gravity, time, and causality of the entire world are calibrated around it.

That was Abelio's sky, the true symbol of the law of the horizon.

click-

And within this sacred and serene radiance, space was forcibly torn apart.

The colossal Judgment mech descended from the rift, the roar of metal and law drowning out the wind. Its massive form cast a shadow covering the entire plaza, yet it did not cause any panic.

The moment the mechs appeared, the Horizon Initiative's ceremonial array was fully illuminated, and golden ribbons of light rose from all parts of the royal city, transforming into straight and solemn staircases of light that pointed directly to the sky.

The shepherds and scribes, clad in robes, bowed at the top of the steps, welcoming King Abelio with near-reverence.

Amidst this solemn welcome, the most striking figure was not the Arbiter Mechs themselves, but rather Jason, who stood on the front lines of the royal city like a mobile fortress.

Jason's appearance is no longer what it used to be. After undergoing a major overhaul and upgrade in heaven, he even got a fresh coat of paint, giving himself a new look.

The fifty-meter-tall machine has an overall outline that presents a heavy and majestic upright humanoid shape. Its lower limbs are like two miniature fortresses, with layers upon layers of armor. The armor plates, which are interwoven with crimson and gilded gold, are engraved with holy judgment patterns and structural inscriptions, making it look like a mobile royal city. The Gothic outline appears solemn and ferocious in the golden glow. Faith and firepower are forcibly fused into a war body.

Jason's arms are particularly exaggerated, with a multi-barreled heavy cannon newly installed by the Heavenly Kingdom on one side, the barrels arranged in layers, and the cooling structure exposed, like a steel forest.

On the other side is a heavy launch arm covered with blue energy conduits. Coils and runes operate simultaneously, clearly indicating that it is not simply physical firepower, but a hybrid weapon that combines energy and law-based strikes.

When Jason detected the arrival of the Ohm Messiah, the sensor array on the behemoth instantly lit up, and the language module activated after a brief delay, with a noticeably overly enthusiastic tone.

"Pope—!"

Jason complained to Chassius:
"I'm practically growing mushrooms here, acting as a protector of the Titans in this plane."

“Every day I either watch the Horizon Initiative meetings or the mechanical priest in the courtyard wipes my armor and recites maintenance prayers…”

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a support Titan under Abelio, but I can have a much wider scope as a battlefield Titan."

"After all, there are no invaders, no artillery fire, no enemies, not even a proper firepower test. This place is so peaceful that I wonder if I was just brought here as a decoration."

The boredom in his tone was almost overflowing, creating an eerie contrast with his imposing appearance.

Xia Xiu did not respond to his complaint immediately, but simply took a step forward.

With a slight thought, the cockpit of the Holy Judgment Mech slowly opened, its complex and precise structure closing like flower petals.

Then, to everyone's slightly astonishment, the enormous mechanical arms, powerful enough to shatter city walls, lifted a figure out of the cabin with almost cautious movements.

A father carefully and tenderly held his child in the palm of his hand, his movements incredibly gentle, as if he were holding not a child, but a precious object that would break at the slightest carelessness.

“If you’re bored,” Xia Xiu’s voice was calm and composed, “then I’ll find you something to do.”

He handed Manun to Jason; the height difference between the two aircraft made the scene seem somewhat comical, yet incredibly solemn.

“Look, this is my child.”

Xia Xiu looked at Jason, his tone becoming more serious, "I need you to take my place and teach him the way of mechanics. From today onwards, you will be his mentor on this path."

"……what?"

A brief pause spread through Jason's machine soul core, like a blank instruction that had been forcibly inserted.

The next second, his language module restarted, but his tone was clearly different from his previous listless frontline defensive state, with a hint of deliberate lowering and cautious probing.

"That is to say——"

Jason spoke slowly, his voice echoing between the Gothic towers and cannon barrels, “I finally don’t have to listen to that 137-page prayer schedule anymore, calculating lubrication cycles and armor polishing frequencies? Instead… I’m taking on apprentices?” Almost as soon as he finished speaking, his machine spirit instinctively began a full-frequency scan.

A calm, rigorous, and almost acerbic analytical logic instantly enveloped Manun's body structure.

What you see at first glance is a bunch of cheap prosthetic bodies that are barely cobbled together; the interfaces are rough, the wiring is exposed, and the insulation layer of the energy circuit even shows signs of temporary repairs in many places. Some components clearly come from different batches, different standards, and even different civilizations.

Jason's machine soul subconsciously generated a series of evaluation labels.

Failed!
Non-standard!!

Pollution-inducing mechanical aesthetics!!!

Disdain is almost a conditioned reflex.

However, this dislike only lasted for less than one logical loop.

After further analysis of the data, Jason's scan results suddenly showed a large number of abnormal red markers.

Those prosthetic modules that should be operating obediently within the parameter curves are working in a way that is almost illegal.

Power overflow without burning out the core, redundant structures are used in reverse, and multiple prosthetic systems that should not theoretically coexist are forcibly coordinated together in an extremely brutal yet precise way.

"……what?"

Jason's wits suddenly surged.

He re-locked on Manun's neural interface, spinal load, and the switching trajectory of the prosthetic arms. The machine soul's computing core was running at high speed, almost with disbelief, as it re-compared the data.

"This is not a simple assembly."

Jason clearly saw Manun's talent.

That almost savage mechanical adaptability, forced out by the marginal environment.

Multiple prosthetics were not simply installed, but their usage was redefined. Each module was pushed beyond its design limits, yet it did not completely collapse, instead forming a dangerous but efficient balance.

These low-quality prosthetic bodies were used at a level they shouldn't have been given.

"This is... a borderline walker and a feature jailbreak!!!"

Jason was silent for a few seconds; it wasn't a system lag, but rather some extremely rare "reassessment." If it had eyebrows, they would probably be furrowed into a knot by now.

Just then, Xia Xiu gently placed Manuon down—or rather, placed him on top of Jason's body.

The Gothic architectural complex, composed of spires, domes, and sacred symbols, rested precisely on the symbolic forehead of this war machine.

At this moment, a mobile fortress-like mech sits atop a child with a patched-up prosthetic body.

Xia Xiu spoke calmly but succinctly, summarizing Manun's experiences, from his escape from the mechanical realm to his self-control and hunting of prosthetic bodies, and then to his almost instinctive understanding of machines.

Jason's machine spirit, upon hearing this, immediately said in a surprised tone:
"This child is eight years old?!"

It retrieved Manun's physiological data again, comparing bone density, muscle fiber strength, and nerve reflex curves. It looked more like a well-trained adult warrior than a juvenile that was not yet fully developed.

If the Pope's words are true, and if these abilities were indeed discovered through self-exploration in that environment, then an extremely rare assessment label has been quietly illuminated in Jason's core logic.

The Pope's son has the bearing of a mechanical saint!
Before Jason could fully process the shock, Xia Xiu had already raised his hand and taken out another item.

It was a key with a complex structure and profound layers. Its surface still retained the aura of order from the [Singularity]. The authority patterns had not yet completely cooled down, clearly indicating that it had just been forcibly stripped off from a supreme being.

Without hesitation, he handed the key to Jason.

"This is for you too."

Jason instinctively took the orb of light. As soon as the access interface was made contact, the internal information poured into the core of the machine soul like a torrent.

A few seconds later, his language module spoke again, and for the first time, his voice carried a weighted tone that was almost cautious.

"Sethlans...the power of steel and iron."

Xia Xiu nodded, without denying it.

"Yes, this stuff is best suited for building steel skeletons."

As Xia Xiu said this, his gaze fell on Manun, "I have high hopes for this child's mechanical talent."

"I know that the Gear Orthodox Church has a mature theoretical and practical foundation in this area..."

"The current mobile task force directly under my command in the courtyard, which is also the leader of the Mole Science Society—Richie Robert, uses the Overlord avatar that is called Barbatos's steel skeleton."

“In addition,” Xia Xiu added, “the mechanical saint Saint Bromman, who is stationed in the courtyard enclave of Odpapadopoulos, can also provide you with the necessary supplementary knowledge and casting authorization. After all, this old gentleman’s steel skeleton is not weak either.”

"I need you and them to completely transform this key."

He paused for a moment before continuing:
"I need you to create a steel skeleton machine that can be the embodiment of a sovereign, tailor-made for this child."

Jason listened and nodded seriously, indicating his commitment to completing the task.

After giving all his instructions, Xia Xiu talked with Manun for a while. There were no grand missions or discussions about the war in the heavens. He simply asked if Manun was used to it and if he needed anything, just like a father nagging.

Manun said he didn't need anything else; he wanted to study the way of mechanics properly, and he was very interested in having a machine like his father's.

From the moment this child first saw the Gundam Gundam: The Judgment Machine, he became a complete Gundam fan.

Xia Xiu naturally understood, so without much small talk, he immediately decided to leave.

Before leaving, he raised his hand and pressed a semi-transparent light plate into Manun's consciousness interface. It was the network terminal of the Heavenly Genealogy, so that Manun could contact him at any time to report the situation.

The next moment, the cockpit of the Holy Judgment Mech closed again, and the twelve folding wings slowly unfolded. The halo of law above the Golden Tree Royal City was gently parted, and the massive machine tore through the plane and disappeared into the sky of the paradise in an instant.

Xia Xiu, however, did not travel far.

The Holy Judgment Mech crossed levels and arrived once again outside the dimensional border of the Mechanical Realm. It did not go any further but hovered in that silent void, like a nail firmly nailed to the edge of the Clockwork World.

The machine's surveillance array was fully deployed, and causality, information, energy, and order flow were all continuously observed—even if the mechanical realm temporarily ceased operations, he would not let his guard down.

The Demon Tomb doesn't hold grudges.

But the Singularity will cause trouble.

He would never give the other side a window of opportunity to launch the Demon Tomb Expedition.

At this moment, Xia Xiu is no longer just a single entity.

With a single thought, he manifested three beings, projecting his will simultaneously onto three machines, radiating across different battlefields throughout the myriad worlds; while his physical body, as a projection of power, remained in the world of Joseph where Fenrir resided, preparing to act at the opportune moment.

Four units of power, four directions, four worlds...

He must maintain this strategic stability at all times, ensuring that every point of his power projection is manned.

Even now that Manun has returned, he still needs to use the Holy Judgment Mechs to keep an eye on the Mechanical Realm, guarding against the enemy suddenly launching the Demon Tomb Expedition, which could affect his plans and the course of the war.

The Holy Judgment Mech will remain on the border of the Mechanical Realm, serving as a judgment that can be rendered at any time.

Meanwhile, in another branch of consciousness, the last machine controlled by the One Thought Transforms into Three Venerables has also been acting.

[Inspired by the Holy Machine Cherubir], he is already preparing to retrieve the fifth perfect embryo on Mount Paradise.

(End of this chapter)