Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1132 Listing
The mist surrounding Niwa's remains had long been torn to shreds by blood and heat.

The ground where Broly and Hercules fought collapsed into a crater tens of meters deep, with fractured rock layers exposed, as if repeatedly plowed by some savage and precise force.

Hercules knelt at the bottom of the pit, his chest heaving, his heavy breathing carrying hot white vapors that spewed from his mouth and nose. His body was covered in tears and scorch marks, and divine blood dripped down his muscles, burning small pits into the ground.

Of the twelve life imprints on his back, only the last one remained, floating alone with a dim light, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

All eleven lives have been lost in battle; these lives were shattered one by one by Broly during the direct confrontation.

Hercules slowly stood up, his back still straight.

Even with only one life left, he is still the hero who stepped out of mythology, Hercules who bears the divine trial in a mortal body.

On the other side, Broly stood quietly in the center of the battlefield.

His breathing was equally heavy, his white monk's robes were already soaked in blood, and the red flames of blood that had not yet cooled flowed from the fist spikes of [Beowulf] on his back. The blood-red patterns under his feet slowly rotated on the ground, like an execution array about to close.

He raised his arms and slowly crossed them in front of his chest.

At that moment, the air on the entire battlefield suddenly seemed to drop.

It's not an eruption, but a convergence.

A crimson light surged from his body, no longer the chaotic blood energy, but a highly compressed and repeatedly folded fighting spirit and killing instinct.

A cross-shaped trajectory gradually appeared in the void, first as a faint red line, then quickly solidified into a three-dimensional gun rack burning with red lotus flames.

This is the ultimate extension of the cross-shaped annihilation rifle.

【Blood Battle Technique: Crimson Lotus Cross-Shaped Annihilation Rifle】

Broly: "Goodbye, Hercules."

The flames did not flare outwards, but burned close to the cross structure, presenting an almost restrained sense of destruction. All the power was locked in that one strike, waiting only for the moment of release.

The ground began to crack, and the cracks spread wildly along the cross projection. The mist of Niva was forcibly emptied, revealing a blank and deathly silent core of the battlefield.

Hercules watched this scene and suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a bitter smile, but a sense of relief that came with finally reaching the end.

He knew he couldn't stop it.

This blow had exceeded the limits of what his last life could withstand, whether it was his body, his divinity, or the final imprint that symbolized the continuation of the narrative.

But heroes never run from the end.

Hercules slowly raised his head, a final light burning in his eyes. He gripped the already tattered giant club, tossed it aside as if discarding an unnecessary weapon, leaving only his most primal and pure self.

The next instant, he let out a low roar and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

charge.

"bring it on!!!"

Hercules roared, then charged forward in the face of the deadly crimson cross, against death itself.

His muscles tensed completely at that moment, his divinity burned wildly within him, and the last life imprint burst forth with dazzling light, becoming the fuel that propelled him forward.

He was like a lion breaking free of its shackles, like a meteorite thrown towards the sun.

Broly's gaze remained unwavering.

The moment Hercules stepped into attack range, he suddenly spread his arms wide.

The Crimson Lotus Cross surged forward with a thunderous roar.

Without a loud bang or any unnecessary build-up, this attack traversed space and pierced right in front of Hercules.

The red cross flames enveloped, tore apart, and pulverized his entire body.

The hero's figure rapidly disintegrated in the flames, his muscles, bones, and divine particles being peeled away layer by layer. Finally, the life imprint flickered violently in mid-air before emitting a crisp and resolute shattering sound.

--Snapped.

When heroes die, myths end.

At the moment this Olympian narrative projection completely vanished, a pale golden ripple rapidly spread through the void. The remaining fragments of divinity did not dissipate but were automatically gathered together like "share cancellation documents," and returned to a higher-dimensional pool of authority—the narrative authority reserve system of the Olympian pantheon.

This is the final destination for all information about the Olympian mythology.

According to the normal procedure, the defeated Hercules would return to the source of the pantheon, where the twelve Olympian gods would repair, reforge, or dismantle him for the next projection deployment.

But this time, the process was interrupted.

An even more powerful extradimensional force intervened in the cleansing.

A hand steadily emerged from the post-war fog, and John K. Hanks, with a professional smile, addressed Broly:
"Next is the asset liquidation, please wait a moment, Mr. Broly."

As he finished speaking, a huge silhouette of a city slowly emerged behind him.

That's not a real city, but a construct of ideas—[Financial Street].

The entire space began to radiate a light that blended metal and digital elements, with numerous data structures and light-based icons spreading out behind him.

Buildings are like arrays of data, and traffic flows are transformed into visual charts of capital flows—stock price curves, valuation models, debt ratios, structural analyses—these are projected into three-dimensional images in the air, and Hercules' information assets are extracted, unfolded, and locked layer by layer.

He raised his hand, and Hercules's narrative asset list appeared in the void, like an old giant about to be delisted.

[Successful IPO!!!]

Publicly traded company: Hercules

Main business segments: [Power Projection], [Extreme Trials], [Narration of the Olympian Mythology]

Sources of cash flow: [Hero worship] [Battle cult] [Authority of mythological stories]

Core technological assets: [Physical Limit Threshold], [Narrative Reconstruction Resistance], [Environmental Adaptability Enhancement]

Risk factors: [Excessive religious debt], [Structural redundancy], [Over-reliance on funding from the Olympian divine authority]

After the second bank manager finished his calculations, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a huge seal suddenly appeared above the battlefield.

[Financial Street: Acquisitions are permitted!]

The light fell like a black gold seal, instantly freezing the remaining information of Hercules. All divine flow, chains of faith, and divine claims automatically stopped. All interfaces of the Zeus structure were disconnected, and the entire projection officially broke away from the "balance sheet" of the Olympian pantheon.

At this moment, Hercules' "corporation entity" was forcibly liquidated.

His divine status, as a high-risk debt asset, was stripped, packaged, and placed into the Financial Street's "risk pool," where it will be dismantled and purified in subsequent batch processing.

And the remaining essence—"Combat Instinct," "Physical Strength Threshold," "Trial Tolerance," "Divine Pressure Resistance Structure"...

These portions, known as premium combat assets, were purified and encapsulated into four crimson authority share crystals.

John casually tossed the four crystals up, twirled them between his fingers, and estimated their value.

"Hmm... these few pieces can serve as templates for the Crown Upgrade Pack, perfectly meeting Lord Broly's requirements."

He glanced at Broly, who was still standing in the center of the field behind him, and smiled:
"Alright, asset liquidation complete." "Hercules, from hero to product, the next step... is to launch it into its own market."

Broly slowly stepped forward and accepted the four power share crystals, refined by Financial Street, from the Second Bank Manager's palm.

The crystal was an extremely deep crimson red, its surface seemingly wrapped with fragments of mythology whose contents were indiscernible. These were the last core of Hercules' power, stripped from the mythology and reconstructed into information assets that could be used for genealogical infusion.

Broly did not hesitate.

He slowly tightened his five fingers.

Click——!
With a crisp cracking sound, the four crystals shattered into tens of thousands of tiny spiritual particles, which transformed into red dust carrying the warmth of blood flames and slowly dissipated around him.

These powdery power particles did not fall to the ground, but were quickly absorbed by his battle spirit avatar [Beowulf], which had already manifested outside his body.

At this moment, Broly's entire body was enveloped in boiling blood steam, and intense, suppressed spiritual fluctuations, like the panting of a wild beast, exploded in the field!
Just as the power was fully restored, a blood-red illusory crown suddenly appeared behind him.

That is not a crown of physical authority, but a symbol representing the completion of a certain level of binding within the extraordinary system—the vain crown.

The crown has been revealed; all that remains is for two more heroes to be "listed" to complete the crown-level advancement loop.

Everyone stared silently at Broly, the halo behind him slowly rotating, emitting a deep red glow that was neither holy nor terrifying, but rather chilling, like a crimson war beast that had already caught the scent of battle.

Just then, the second bank manager spoke up with a smile.

His voice was gentle and light, yet it possessed an irresistible persuasiveness, like that of an old-school capitalist broker.

"Congratulations, Lord Broly."

"The 'virtual crown' is complete, its strength is up to standard, and its structure is stable—a high-quality asset."

As he spoke, he pulled a projected document from his pocket and, like flipping through pages in a PowerPoint presentation, clicked on lines of text in mid-air:
【Avatar ID: BEOWULF-A01】

[Basic Abilities: High-intensity combat/High integration of authority/Excellent practical combat maturity]

[Valuation Recommendation: Starting from 3.4 million standard units / Shares can be issued externally / Recommendation to allow 30% controlling stake]

[Suitable sector: Financial Street Central Battle Index Main Board]

He looked at Broly with a smile:

"Lord Broly, would you like to consider—listing your avatar and authority on the financial district?"

“You only need to authorize the visible portion of the information control rights, and Financial Street can help you complete the datafication of the avatar structure, the classification and pricing of authority and capabilities, and then open up equity issuance.”

“We will value you based on your current divine penetration, narrative strength, combat performance, and future crown potential, and then determine the initial share price for the IPO.”

"And the market will take over."

He paused, his gaze shifting, his tone unhurried:

“Interested individuals with extraordinary abilities will use their [spiritual credit] and [future potential assets] to subscribe to your shares.”

“They are not just subscribing to you, Broly, as a person—but to the future benefits you represent, the increased power you bring with every battle and every victory you embody, and the information dividend pool you build after you reach the top.”

"And you, too, can absorb secondary information injections with each share transfer."

"It's like an invisible flow of funds that reinforces your avatar in reverse."

"Over time, even if you stay at home and don't fight, you can still strengthen Beowulf through shareholders."

"certainly--"

His smile deepened.

"Capital is a risky business."

"You will become a public asset, and the quality of your incarnation will affect your net worth in the market."

"If someone uses your listed avatar to lose two games in a row as a shareholder, market confidence will waver, your valuation will collapse, and it may even trigger a liquidation mechanism. At that time, your avatar will become a high-risk investment product, which will also affect the inflow of resources to your real body."

"But you can rest assured, Lord Broly."

He raised his hand and pointed to the image in the air:

"Financial Street has a very high opinion of you. You are currently the best stock on the main board – highly popular, low volatility, extremely stable, and with huge profit potential."

"As long as you are willing, Financial Street will list you with the highest rating, I will act as the sponsor, and Federal will provide the valuation team."

"You only need to relinquish 30% of your information control."

Broly's gaze remained fixed on the financial street document in the void. The blood-red phallus behind him slowly rotated, like some ancient, dormant war god's emblem, flickering slightly with his breath, like a heartbeat, or like burning.

But his expression remained calm and composed.

That wasn't hesitation, that wasn't thinking—it was indifference.

His words were so calm they were almost icy:
"No, thanks."

Second Bank Manager John looked regretful and shrugged. "Well, sometimes that's how the market misses out on quality stocks."

But just then, a voice rang in his ear, gentle yet carrying a strange chill:

"Your Excellency John."

That was Xia Xiu's voice. He walked over slowly, his silver cane landing softly with a crisp metallic sound.

"Persuading Broly to go public is nothing special; adults all like doing business, right? But I feel like you're being a bit dishonest now. You've been hiding things from me in the other floors of the Gray Wasteland—"

He paused for a moment, looking at the stiff-faced John, and then continued:

“My kids, Lupercar, Manun, Vulcan; they seem to be in the same situation now, and your FBI agents are now enthusiastically inviting them to list their own incarnations... They are under the protection of the financial district.”

"It... or do you think this will shield you from my gaze?"

Xia Xiu looked at him, his tone devoid of any anger, yet it was like a gray curtain pressing down from the sky, weighing heavily on John's heart.

“Listing, valuation, controlling stake, strategic cooperation—you Federation are so familiar with these terms that you forgot to greet me.”

John's smile could no longer remain smooth; he pursed his lips slightly, forcing a polite posture.
"Your Excellency, I can assure you that it was just a misunderstanding. It was merely a proactive contact from the market, without any political bias, and it was not..."

Xia Xiu suddenly smiled, a smile that was kind but sent chills down one's spine.

Tell Financial Street—

His voice was soft, as if describing fallen leaves in the wind.

"Don't even think about harming my child."

“You can knock on the gates of God’s kingdom, you can acquire corrupt authority, you can package their remains into financial derivatives—”

"But you can't touch things you shouldn't... Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting Financial Street experience the long-awaited stock market crash again."

"Financial Street probably doesn't want to experience another Great Depression."

(End of this chapter)