Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 875 is really explosive, and you are unhappy again.

Martin's voice was a little broken, with untunable syllable vibrations, like some kind of data cache being forcibly penetrated.

And Xia Xiu just smiled gently as always.

"Martin Guy?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I should call you Martin Graze."

The moment the words fell, the whole classroom seemed to be sounded by some kind of cognitive alarm.

The logo on the sky curtain began to blur, the "brand audiences" on both sides of the classroom twitched at the same time, and the silhouette of the black chewer disintegrated, melted, and distorted in the chaos, turning into noise-shaped advertising debris.

Martin's expression became tense, visibly tense.

The skin on his face was fading layer by layer like a low-quality projection. He opened his mouth to speak, but just before he could exhale half of the air, Xia Xiu's voice completely suppressed him.

Xia Xiu raised the silver cane in his hand that was projected with his consciousness - "Lever of Heaven".

It glows with a metallic halo in the space of consciousness, and every vibration makes the "field" of the entire brand classroom vibrate as if it is being judged.

"It surprised me that."

"You can actually create such a modern incarnation of the Overlord."

"Using brand image to condense the personality shell, and using collective consumer cognition to infuse the consciousness structure... shaping itself into a divine precursor of 'productized personality'."

His voice was gentle, but his tone became softer and softer, as if he was telling a story.

"That's a very clever idea, Martin."

Xia Xiu slowly placed the tip of his staff on the floor of consciousness beneath his feet, making a crisp "click" sound.

"Your approach to Abnormal Capital is really ingenious."

“To personalize, dominate, and crown a certain cognitive image.”

“Through capital, belief, circulation, and consumer behavior, a multi-dimensional influence structure is formed, which in turn sublimates itself into a crown, which is the further evolution of capital and promotes the influence of brand image.

Then, continue to accumulate capital, and when it reaches the final stage of capital monopoly, it can impact the miracle status. "

"Logical indoctrination."

“Essence shaping.”

“‘Commoditization of Cognition.”

"Tsk... You guys, the abnormal capital, are really..."

Xia Xiu looked up at him and smiled slightly:
"It's trying very hard to tell a story about 'how to go from a brainwashing advertisement to a mythical prototype'."

"It's incredible, it's incredible."

Martin's figure began to tremble slightly. The true reflection of his inner thoughts right now was probably:

My box was opened online by the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven. What should I do? I'm waiting online. It's very urgent.

Martin's face still had a professional-grade standard smile version 6.3.

But in his heart he had already cursed many departments of his own company.

"Oh my hot dog god... why did you let this evil star in..."

"I told you the hot dog machine needed a replacement!!"

"I really should throw all those idiots in the product department who only know how to use KPI to feed the think tank into the oil melting machine!"

"Who told you to open the psychic oral link permissions?! Who approved it?! Are you using a human brain?! Or the sausage in my hot dog?"

Martin was swearing like crazy in his mind.

But his face only showed an even brighter smile.

Standard 45° bow with mouth corners raised 90°.

He spread his hands "respectfully" and his tone was as sweet, smooth and greasy as the prepared potato chip sauce:
"Oh my god. This is truly the most exciting surprise of the quarter!"

"My dear, honorable, extraordinary, future King of Angels, Sword Bearer of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, Guardian of Order..."

"Lord Hugh Abraham!"

"Why did you suddenly come to our tiny branch dimension of Gaizhibao?"

"Did we fail to provide good service, or did the temperature of our hot dogs fail to meet your standards?"

"I will personally prepare our latest joint courtyard package for you!"

"If you are not satisfied, we will recall the entire line immediately! All brands will be removed from the shelves! Just one word from you and we will change our marketing method!"

As he spoke, he bowed, his smile so calm that it looked like he was kissing the hand of God on the plate.

Xia Xiu listened to Martin's almost crazy series of flattery bombardment and remained silent.

His face was as calm as water.

He just stared at the other person indifferently, with a hint of "you are interesting" in the corner of his eyes.

It was like watching a comedian trying to sugar-coat a landmine.

You know what, this guy really made him laugh.

Among the eight abnormal capitals, the style of [Building a Fortress] is the most unusual.

Compared with the other seven abnormal capitals, it feels like:

——A family of huskies sneaked into the wolf pack.

After the other party had finished his whole set of flattering nonsense, Xia Xiu finally spoke slowly.

"Keep talking."

"I just like the way you abnormal capitalists look when you tell lies."

The tone remained gentle, but the echo that landed on the spatial structure was like a referee's gavel.

He took a step forward slowly, speaking in a light tone:

"What if I said..."

“All the products put out by Gaizhibao in this hub do not meet the standards.”

Martin's smile froze.

Well, this guy is not going to turn a blind eye, so here comes some nonsense.

Xia Xiu ignored him and continued.

“Product registration is missing.”

"The psychic interface is unstable."

"The oral induction procedure presents an unauthorized erosion of consciousness."

“Brand personality arbitrarily builds a crown-oriented link loop.”

There was no emotion in his tone, but every word was like an iron rule, nailed to the spiritual structure of Gaizhibao.

"Based on the hot dog machine you have now, I have reason to judge that the construction of the fort is in violation of the Regulations on the Control of Consciousness Introduction in the Courtyard World, Article 74 of the Food and Cognitive Product Sales Regulations, and Appendix No. 91 of the Divine Link Equipment Registration Act."

"so."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Martin's neural structure inch by inch.

"All your products are removed from the shelves."

"All existing hot dog machines will be destroyed and brand-level recycling will be initiated."

"After that, a new set of product structure logic diagrams and belief buffer processes that meet regulatory standards must be submitted and approved by the Courtyard and Heaven before marketing can be resumed."

"Well, Martin?"

He looked at the other person and asked with a gentle smile:

"You guys are building a fort, are you willing to do this?"

At this moment, Martin felt a little bit stuck.

No, these are all useless information resources!!!
He tried to persuade the Lord of the Courtyard, with an even more exaggerated smile on his face than before.

"Oh my, Your Majesty, you are joking! How could we intentionally violate the rules when building a fort?"

"This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"We have always adhered to the service concept of 'customers are kings, taste buds are faith'."

"You said it didn't meet the standards, so there must have been some small mistakes made by our grassroots departments."

"I'll call a meeting and sort it out right away! Immediately! But..."

His speech speed gradually became faster, trying to use words to slow down the rhythm and divert attention.

“In fact, we have prepared several new flavors of fusion meal sets.

There are also concept designs that are co-branded with some of your courtyard's high-level units, such as 'Tongue of the Courtyard: Deconstructed Chewing Festival';
'Eden Certified Low Bite High Faith Content' series..."

"As long as you do a little evaluation, perhaps we can adopt the model of improvement, slow release, and controlled area internal testing. We can split the revenue of these courtyard series products 70% to 30%. Of course, you get 70% and we get 30%..."

Martin began to evade the question and tried to bribe the owner of the courtyard.

Xia Xiu didn't move.

His smile faded.

He slowly raised his right hand and aimed the "Lever of Heaven" which shone with restrained silver light and seemed to be carved with countless structural patterns vertically at the ground of consciousness under his feet.

——Boom!

The moment the cane fell to the ground, the entire cognitive space began to vibrate violently.

It is no longer an earthquake in the visual sense.

Rather, the cognitive foundation on which the brand is built is beginning to collapse.

The smiley face logo floating in the air briefly flashed a large amount of "brand semantic fragment overflow", the electronic light wall twisted and shrank like a tide, and the entire system was unable to bear the "reality intervention authority" brought by this knock.

The next moment, three halos as white as mutton-fat jade appeared behind Xia Xiu.

They overlapped and rotated in three directions, with tiny golden lights and information runes flashing on the edges, and each ring seemed to contain the echoes of terrifying elements.

The moment the triple halo rose, the entire brand classroom seemed to have entered a holographic dissection state of the holy realm.

The temperature in the space dropped suddenly, the logic became cold, and the language system automatically froze. The "advertising audience group" behind Martin all collapsed into text fragments, like the disintegration of smiling faces and dust, scattered into the void.

And under the reflection of that light, Xia Xiu's golden pupils seemed to solidify time and space itself, containing the judgmental gaze of a higher being.

His voice came out from his lips, calm but without any resistance:
"Are you done with your jokes?"

This sentence is like a command.

It's not a question, but an announcement.

Martin's whole body stiffened as if someone was holding down his skull. The smiling face that he usually used for marketing purposes completely cracked, like plastic skin melted by the sun, revealing the underlying superficial neural structure and the remains of a marketing script.

But Xia Xiu did not pause.

The tone was exactly the same, and the conversation continued:
"Are you willing to blow up all the fort-building products in this courtyard world?"

"I mean, all of them."

"Hot dog machines, milkshake machines, brand personality interfaces, children's meal figurines and French fry fryers, all removed."

"Are you willing?"

There is only an absolute command from the High Crown Being.

Martin stood there, his eyes twitching, his skin beginning to ripple with the overheating of the data structure.

He hesitated.

He tried to call up many response templates in his mind, but all of them gave errors.

[Current target: Heavenly Crown Unit - authority is higher than "Brand Personality Universal Persuasion Protocol"]

[All false god dialogue scripts have been invalidated]

He was silent.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Then, he finally lowered his head, like a completely peeled, flaking brand icon.

The tone was hoarse, with a suppressed flattery.

"Please give me a little more time."

"Half a month, oh, no... a week."

He looked up at the three dazzling halos and no longer dared to pretend to be nice.

"Within a week, we will withdraw all products... and introduce a series that meets your standards... yours and the Kingdom of Heaven's."

"We build forts and never disturb order."

“We comply with regulations.”

Xia Xiu looked at the forced smile.

That pseudo-god look of a brand that is humble, smiling and begging.

His originally calm expression finally revealed a hint of impatience.

He shook his head slowly.

The tone was still light, but as cold as a knife against one's throat.

"One week for rectification?"

"Too long."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and whispered the next sentence:

"I want it now."

The tone was not intense, and even flat.

But the next moment.

"what?"

Martin looked up in astonishment, with visible panic and flashes of program disruption in his eyes.

But before he could react, an indescribable sense of collapse exploded from the root of his consciousness space.

Behind Xia Xiu, three halos vibrated and expanded at the same time.

They are no longer just floating holy images.

Instead, it rapidly expands, entangles, and piles up like the collapse of a star core.

A huge black sun emerged from the depths of the halo.

It rises silently, like a "Death Star" that devours time, covering the entire cognitive structure with irresistible authority and laws.

Under the shining of the black sun, the light of the entire brand classroom, advertising space, and commercial dimension suddenly collapsed, as if falling from a gorgeous stage into a purgatory in a second.

The smile on Martin's face - froze.

Not stiff.

Instead, even the "smiley face layer" used for camouflage was burned in one breath.

"You...you can't..."

He just opened his mouth.

The entire brand dimension trembled violently, as if its fundamental logic had been rewritten, interrupted, and strangled.

BOOM——!!

At a certain point in reality, a hot dog machine suddenly caught fire.

At the same time, the "building of forts" in the courtyard world exploded across the board.

Fast food counters spewed flames and runic data like a volcano; children's meal gift boxes instantly decomposed in the air, turning into floating chewing machine fragments;

The advertising screen hanging on the wall burst with flashes of consciousness, turning into visual garbage mixed with garbled code and blood mist; the "Martin portrait wall" in the brand reception hall shattered together, and countless smiles burned in the flames, like the remains of a smiling ghost from hell.

The central server of the main brand node melted down, emitting a burning stink mixed with cheese and grease, and the etheric guidance system screamed out of control.

In the midst of this monstrous collapse of fire, Martin was trembling and unsteady on his feet, his legs like dissolved plastic stents, his consciousness twitching violently.

"stop!!!"

Martin knelt in front of the crumbling podium, like a wax figure about to melt.

His facial expression can no longer maintain the complete "brand smile template", the elements are burning and the etheric information is collapsing.

The brand image he is currently hosting is like a wrung-out grease residue, lying on the ruins of this sinking "Temple of Consumption" composed of abnormal capital elements.

But what he waited for was not mercy.

But it was the fourth sword-bearer in heaven who was still standing under the black sun.

Xia Xiu's figure was surrounded by triple halos and the miracle of the black sun, his robes fluttered in the wind, and the space beneath his feet was still rippling with burning data flames and rune aftermath.

He looked down at Martin and smiled softly.

That smile was not cold, he said slowly:
"Didn't you say you were willing to destroy it?"

The voice was gentle, like friendly feedback from some kind of customer satisfaction survey.

"how?"

"Now that it's really blown up, are you unhappy again?"