Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1135 [Financial Street: The Miracle of Monetization - The Matthew Effect]

Apollo's body trembled slightly, and his handsome face, which had always been shrouded in holiness and nobility, finally revealed an expression that was extremely unlike that of a god—terror.

He felt it.

It was a black sun lying across the back of the world, dominating the end of light by devouring everything.

In the underlying logic of his divinity, within the sequence of authority that originally belonged to light and heat, an extremely incongruous and domineering signal of homogeneous destruction began to be released.

At that moment, within his field of vision, a pitch-black sun suddenly appeared, tearing out from the depths of the Ether Ocean like the super-gravitational center that erupts in reverse when a star dies!

【Intrinsic Sign - The Blazing Sun of the End】—Xia Xiu's reflected entity deep within the seventh layer of the Ether slowly unfolds within a higher-dimensional structure.

The entire seventh layer of the ether paused, and a massive amount of "divine authority data" was directly folded, filtered, and suppressed, as if some kind of cosmic rule mechanism had completed a self-check and determined that Apollo's existence was a "redundant element of light."

[Solar element identification in progress...]

【redundancy……】

[Weight reduced!]

With a loud boom, a shockwave echoed through the void. The Sun Child Authority within Apollo's body, which had once served as the core of his divinity, began to shake violently. It disintegrated outward from beneath his spine, turning into luminous dust, which was forcibly stripped from the bottom of his rank by the pitch-black sun.

In the vision of the Etheric Ocean, Apollo's projection was merely a small, slightly golden sun, its light fluctuating, its outer edges unstable, and its interior hollow.

Xia Xiu's true nature, however, lies in the core of that unseen black sun—its size difference is not merely a matter of magnitude, but also a crushing disparity in information density, conceptual energy level, and existential dimension.

Apollo coughed up divine blood under the impact of the sun and staggered backward from the summit of the sacred mountain.

At that very moment, Zeus couldn't help but shout:

"Hugh Abraham, you've gone too far!!!"

Click!

A bolt of platinum lightning tore down from the sky.

Zeus moved.

The staff of authority in his hand, known as [Miracle Wedge: Lightning Cloud], gathered the weight of the entire Olympus pantheon, carrying the thunderous power that had once severed eras and opened up divine kingdoms, and was projected in reverse toward the higher-dimensional [End Sun].

The zenith of the seventh layer of ether was instantly torn apart into dozens of oscillating layers, with lightning clouds running through them in a chain, like an electromagnetic storm rampaging through the dimensions of divinity.

This strike was the wrath of the ruler of the divine kingdom, a counterattack from the one who once dominated the pantheon.

But the next second, Xia Xiu raised his right hand.

He had already gripped the pure silver [Lever of Heaven] in his hand, and flicked it gently.

ding~~~
Before the lightning cloud even approached the pitch-black sun, it was twisted and deflected by an invisible lever arm, eventually crashing into a chaotic region beneath the Aether Ocean, dissipating silently like a torrential rain no longer recognized by the world.

The next second, Xia Xiu casually waved his hand, and his staff spun in the air like a silver snake, its trajectory drawing layers of high-dimensional echoes, and silver light spread around him like a star ring.

The staff's shadow gradually solidified in the air. The originally slender staff quickly lengthened, and the staff's body was covered with cryptic runes of law and rotating energy axes. Finally, the lever was in his palm, transforming into a long, silver-white staff.

He held one hand horizontally, turned to John beside him, and smiled:

"We'll go together."

His tone was calm, yet every word was forceful.

"Stop hiding it, Lord John. Although these gods are nothing but a crippled Olympus, we are, after all, now in their divine realm."

He turned his gaze to the gods who were burning with rage but unable to act immediately.

"If you don't show some skill—given your current size, the aftershocks of the confrontation might just shake your crown to the brink of bankruptcy."

"So, show me the scale of the Federation, show me extraordinary capitalism, show me the financial system's awe-inspiring...miraculous way of turning money into cash."

John K. Hanks simply smiled upon hearing this, that typical, cunning smile of a Federation old fox reappearing on his face, as if he had known all along that Xia Xiu would expose him.

He shook his head and said softly:
"If he is just a self-sacrificing individual... then indeed, at best he can only play with Olympus."

He stretched out his left hand, and a stack of financial ledgers with flowing light appeared in his palm. The pages turned automatically, and the entire ledger seemed to be ignited by divinity.

"But what if there are two miracles..."

He paused, his eyes turning cold: "That would be enough to break Olympus's spine once again."

He slowly raised the ledger in his hand, which was known as the "bible of Financial Street," and his tone gradually changed from playful to solemn.

"Next, we invite His Majesty Abraham to personally witness the miracle of the Federation."

Light burst forth between the ledgers, and the surging runes were no longer simple numbers and valuations, but a true reflection of an extraordinary capital structure.

John's voice, like the tolling of cathedral bells, began to recite:
“On Financial Street, everything of the extraordinary is ‘quantified’ into the form of capital.”

"Personality, bloodline, techniques, destiny, achievements, glory, even your beliefs—all can be priced, valued, and traded."

"We call this statistical indicator of total aggregate output CDP (Cross-Gross Product)."

He took a small step, and the ledger floated behind him like a weight on a scale, swaying back and forth and releasing shockwaves like laws.

"And driving this GDP growth are three extraordinary vehicles—"

He suddenly held up three fingers, his tone becoming more forceful:

"Extraordinary consumption, Financial Street's investment and listing, and extraordinary assets exported abroad."

"Consumption, investment, and exports—these are the three drivers of GDP growth."

For every word he uttered, a corresponding symbolic phantom appeared in the void.

Extraordinary consumption—what emerges are financial contracts inscribed with authority, where countless ordinary awakened individuals exchange their spiritual debts in the extraordinary service market of Financial Street.

Investing in IPOs—that's where the gods emerge, yes, gods. There are quite a few down-on-their-luck gods who have gone public on the financial street, barely surviving through the Federation's packaging (they are set up as 'idols' in the Federation).

Besides the gods, the souls of rulers and crowned beings are also dismantled and reconstructed, injected into fund pools, quantified and evaluated, and listed for trading, becoming pawns in financial games time and time again.

The export of extraordinary assets involves the Federal Chartered Agency's asset legions sweeping across different dimensions on various outer battlefields, packaging divinity and narrative, and exporting them to other civilizations to obtain high profits.

He gently closed the ledger, and silver light flowed like water from his fingertips, while behind him—the outline of a magnificent financial sanctuary slowly emerged in the realm of the gods of Olympus.

The sanctuary had no bricks or stone, no reliefs; its colonnades were entirely composed of pulsating numbers. Behind each number was not currency, but a quantified unit of divinity, a share of faith, a certificate of authority.

The dome of the sanctuary projects a stock chart, a capitalized structure of the divine lineage. Lines of equity connect the entire mythological world into a financial model, with each power numbered, valued, and packaged for trading.

And he is the crown jewel, the president, and the de facto controller of this financial system.

He looked at Xia Xiu with a deep smile.

"The federal government's GDP this year is $30.62 trillion."

“I have received special authorization from Congress to allocate 3.4% of it as part of the miracle investment quota.”

He paused, then slowly added:
"This is equivalent to the Federation's extraordinary total military expenditure over the past year."

“And I will use this expenditure to empower the financial giant—Juno.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the space around him instantly distorted, and a high-frequency command stream composed of authority rushed straight to the ether layer, as if activating some kind of supercomputing financial weapon.

He turned his head, a calm smile on his face, and said softly:

"The Method of Turning Miracles into Reality: The Matthew Effect"

“In the financial district, there is no fairness, only the inertia of ever-accumulating capital.” “—This is the miracle of the Federation.”

"The miracle of Financial Street".

"The Lord of Finance (the Lord whom the Federation created) once devolved financial power. He summoned his servants and entrusted his estate to them, giving them silver according to their talents:"

One gave five thousand, another gave two thousand, and the third gave one thousand, after which they each took charge of their own care.

The person who received five thousand immediately used it to do business and made another five thousand.

The one who received two thousand also earned an additional two thousand.

But the one who had received a thousand went and dug up the ground, and buried his master’s silver.

After a long time, the servants' master arrived and settled accounts with them.

The man who had received five thousand talents brought with him the other five thousand, saying, 'Lord, you entrusted me with five thousand talents; see, I have gained another five thousand.'

The master said, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful in a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.'

The man who had received two talents also came, saying, 'Lord, you entrusted me with two talents. See, I have gained another two talents.'

The master said, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful in a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.'

The one who had received the talent also came and said, 'Lord, I knew you were a hard man, reaping where you did not sow and gathering where you did not scatter. So I was afraid and went and hid your talent in the ground. Here it is!'

The master replied, 'You wicked and lazy servant! Since you know that I reap where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered, you should have put my money with the money changers, and when I return I will have received it back with interest.'

"So the Lord of Finance took the thousand from him and gave it to the one who had ten thousand."

"For to everyone who has, more will be given, and he will be rich; but from him who does not have, even what he has will be taken from his hand. He will cast this worthless servant into outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth."

This is the essence of Financial Street—to everyone who has, more will be given, and he will have abundance; but from him who does not have, even what he has will be taken away.

As a result, the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer; the strong become extraordinary monopolistic capital, while the weak constantly teeter on the brink of elimination.

The virtuous are destined to be scorned by the masters of finance.

John's figure faded away, and in its place appeared a colossal figure that spanned the ceiling and the temple.

[Ivno, the second largest financial behemoth in the Federation].

From the Second Federal Reserve District, New York Reserve Bank—the second of the twelve financial giants.

The moment her form appeared, it caused a violent fluctuation in the atmospheric pressure of the entire Olympian realm, as if she were a being that transcended pantheons and civilizations, using the "image of supreme authority" to shake the conceptual benchmarks of this place.

Her height seemed to rise infinitely, reaching the top of the clouds, and the sky was bent by her shadow. That was not her actual body size, but a financial behemoth constructed by financial power. With the help of the Matthew effect, she ruthlessly stripped away the capital that had been quantified beyond the ordinary by the financial system.

Her aura surged directly from the crown to the [Selfless One], and her true nature was naturally the [Miracle Financial Street], which hung high in the seventh level of the Ether.

Golden securities certificates and fragments of green banknotes began to fall from the sky.

They floated in the air, like divine punishment or financial blessing. Each security was engraved with a divine number, and each banknote was imbued with the credit mark of the Federation's superhumans. They gathered in the Olympian realm, forming a domain constructed by capital itself.

This scene completely ignited the fury of Queen Hera.

The former Queen of Olympus's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, her face turning ashen. She stared intently at the colossal goddess descending holy golden light from the sky—she needed no explanation; those eyes, that face, those bones draped in authority, were enough for her to instantly recognize Juno's true form.

She gritted her teeth, her voice filled with hatred and humiliation:
"You despicable, shameless bastards... using my divine remains to forge this blasphemous financial giant... Eddie... you are worse than pigs and dogs!!!"

What she said was true.

The skeletal structure of Juno was forged using the divine remains of the real Queen Hera as raw materials.

It was a hostile takeover that was completed several years ago, and now... this remnant of the Queen's divinity has become the cornerstone of one of the Federation's strongest supernatural assets.

The Financial Twelve are modeled after the corpses of the Olympian gods—real corpses.

【Juno】 simply lowered her head slightly, her eyes showing no response, nor any disdain for it.

"Whatever he does not have, he will also have; that which he has, he will also be taken away"—the Olympian pantheon is about to face its second round of exploitation by the Federation.

The golden financial sanctuary unfolded completely in the air. Juno's divine body took a step forward, her mountain-like feet landing lightly, yet it seemed to crack the very foundation of the entire Olympus pantheon.

boom--!
Suddenly, ten thousand golden securities burst forth from the sky, along with surging green banknote fragments that swept down like a hurricane. It was not an illusion, but a real financial fire.

All his attacks were a direct quantification and incineration of the divine capital that the Federation extracted from its 3.4% military overspending budget.

Big bucks!
The miracle of Financial Street's transformation is so simple and unpretentious.

【Juno】stretched out a palm, dragging out nine golden chains between her fingers. Each chain was constructed from asset valuation, credit rating, and narrative bond derivatives, like dimensional debt cords pulled directly from the deep information pool of Financial Street.

The chains flew out, traversing the temple's void like meteors. Athena was the first to be hit—she raised her shield to block one of them, but the shield was immediately forcibly injected with capital intervention values, and a string of flashing financial ratings appeared on the shield.

[A+→BBB~]

She took a step back in shock.

Juno's power has actually lowered her war authority credit rating at the conceptual level.

This tactic is called—Devaluing Information Integration!
Hephaestus roared and slammed his iron chain hammer, forged by the volcano god, down toward Juno's left side. But before it could hit, a futures contract shield suddenly rose up behind Juno.

The hammer slammed into the shield, scattering a series of unrealized profits like sparks. Hephaestus himself was dragged into a state of "divine imbalance" due to his expectation of debt, and he staggered back ten steps, spewing golden flames from his mouth.

Meanwhile, Hera roared and raised her scepter, summoning the sacred authority of marriage, the realm of maternal abundance, and the female god worship system that she once ruled. A silver chain sprang from her fingertips, attempting to lock Juno's divine model like a wedding vow.

But Juno simply uttered a sentence:
"Failed!"

Suddenly, a torrential downpour of gold rained down, and a gigantic banknote-shaped battle axe cleaved down from the sky, tearing apart Hera's projection and engulfing it in the churning sea of ​​shattered securities.

This is called "golden words," meaning that money can make power work.

Ares roared, transforming into a war god, charging forward with burning faith and fury. However, his anger was merely a high-frequency disturbance in the face of the financial storm. [Juno] raised her hand and unleashed a superhuman credit liquidity depletion strike, directly sending him flying several miles away.

“In financial warfare, anger is never equal to power; solvency is the only hard currency.”

“You old things that can only keep going around in the cycle of history, now I will put you all on the stock market again and let Financial Street help you return to your glory.”

【Juno】is lavishly mocking the Olympian pantheon.

Apollo attempted to draw his bow again, but his authority had already crumbled in his previous confrontation with Shash. Juno instantly seized upon this valuation gap and launched it into the stock market, transforming it into a "credit default bomb." He then hurled it back at Apollo, who was blown up and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood again.

Artemis, Hermes, Poseidon, and Demeter each unleashed divine calamities and ancient authority, clashing fiercely with Juno in the void. However, each strike of authority was accompanied by fluctuations in the data on Juno's divine quantification and settlement panel in the air.

Hedging, monetization, interest rate spreads, extraterritorial jurisdiction, information control tariffs, financial blockades...

Besides lavish spending, Financial Street has plenty of ways to disgust people.

Meanwhile, Zeus, standing atop the Pantheon, remained motionless.

He gripped the [Lightning Fire] tightly in his hand, lightning crackling at his fingertips, its power ready to be unleashed at any moment, but his gaze was not fixed on the financial war in which the ten gods were besieging [Juno].

He was looking at Xia Xiu.

The man standing in the void of the divine realm, holding a silver staff and bearing the projection of a black sun on his back.

If the enemy doesn't move, Zeus doesn't dare to move either.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help Hera and the others, but he knew that the real danger came from the Golden Tyrant in front of him.

Xia Xiu watched in awe as Juno battled the ten Olympian gods; this was the first time he had ever seen such a lavish financial giant.

While the combat in the financial spectrum is indeed abstract, its disgusting mechanics are truly eye-opening.