Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 948 [The World of Frames]

Silence fell upon everything.

The starry sea seemed to be covered by a colorless, transparent film. Time continued to flow, light continued to spread, and the aftershocks of energy from the battlefield still echoed in the sky—but a certain existence, a certain concept, a certain "memory" had already completely evaporated into the world itself.

Xia Xiu slowly opened his eyes from the cockpit. The Evangelistic Holy Machine was suspended in the air, its surface covered with previously unidentified fine faults and interfering dust.

The battlefield below had fallen silent. The meteor shower had stopped, the lava had frozen, the thunderstorm had subsided, and the wind was blowing silently between the broken rocks and the empty shell.

Xia Xiu vaguely remembered that he seemed to have experienced death and defeated something incredible.
But he forgot "something" that he had defeated.

[System Log: The Reverse Mother Warhead has been detonated—]

[You have successfully contained and disposed of ■■■■!]

Xia Xiu's breathing faltered slightly. He looked at the main control terminal beside him, where a clearly empty data segment was visible:
[Missing record]

[Data source: ■■■■]

Error code: ￥%￥#@*

[Permissions restored: Not available]

“…We detonated the ‘Reverse Mother Bomb’,” he said in a low voice.

The projection of the Ninth Hero appeared through the genealogical channel. This hero also had a blank expression, as if trying to find something in his mind, but it was empty.

“Yes, we took down some… something,” the Ninth Hero said, frowning. “A threat, a big one… I remember I activated the Anti-Magic Cannon, and then… nothing happened.”

No one can describe the appearance, power, or even the name of that being.

Even Xia Xiu, who had faced off against him before, was unable to piece together any concrete image at this moment.

All that remained was that indescribable void deep within his heart, like a crack in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if some heavy dream had just faded away, yet he couldn't even recall the colors of that dream.

Inside the cockpit of the Gospel Bible, Xia Xiu smiled indifferently:

"We shouldn't know what that is; we only know that the world is still turning and the sun is still rising."

What have we lost?

"No, we haven't lost anything."

While he was speaking, Eden had already finished writing the documentation.

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[You have completed the special containment mission—]

[The document has been archived!]

Document content {zoom-}
Eden System - Central Containment Chamber - High-Level Lockdown Documents

Document ID: EDEN-Σ-001
Project Code: ■■■■

Safety Level: Σ·Pole Order Conceptual Hazard

●Status Overview:
The project has now been dealt with by Reverse Mimu, and its records have been completely blocked.

We are currently in an information black hole state.

All attempts to record, name, describe, or recall its existence will automatically fail at the cognitive level.

All relevant data has been transferred to the "Reverse Mimu Gray Domain," which is inaccessible, imperceptible, and undiscussable.

● Note:
The following content is for those exempt from divine perception, the three highest-ranking angels of heaven, those implanted with logic masks, and the 13 seats of the assembly only.

Any attempt to access this document without authorization will trigger the self-deletion protocol and trigger [memory purification].

A triple-layered memory barrier has been deployed to combat potential "memory bounce".

●Known effects:
Naming Rejection Effect
→All attempts to assign it any code name, nickname, or syllable will fail, or the original meaning will be lost in the next memory.

Document clipping effect
→This project automatically deletes related content from the current document paragraph; all remaining information is obtained indirectly.

Observation delay pollution
→The project has undefined interference with [time], [cognition], and [narrative], and the playback of all observation records exhibits flickering/frame skipping/synchronization delay.

Abnormal cumulative blank

→The more directly involved or closely involved a unit is in a project, the less it can remember afterward, and it may even be unaware of what it has forgotten.

●Summary of Disposal Record:
The target was suspected to have been eliminated by a reverse-mother missile during a certain level of operation.

This weapon is a "cognitive destruction-level" concept blocking warhead. Its mechanism of action is to erase target information from the conscious storage area of ​​all perceivers, while simultaneously erasing all language and visual records.

Due to the excessive interference of the target, the warhead needs to be manually detonated by the crown-class synchronizer at the information entropy chaos critical point.

●Survivor reports indicate:
Unable to recall the combat opponent
Unable to describe the appearance, attributes, and process of the attack target.

All that is known is that "something capable of triggering the end has been removed."

●Note:
"We shouldn't know what that is."

All we know is that the world is still turning and the sun is still rising.

What have we lost?
We haven't lost anything.

—Hugh Abraham, the fourth swordsman of the Kingdom of Heaven, [██ year █ month, post-war system feedback audit]

●Supplementary measures:
Project number “Σ-001” will be permanently frozen and will no longer be reused.

All auto-association systems will label this number as "high-risk airspace" to prevent cross-contamination of text.

Unless there are signs of rebound or revival, all attempts at active recall, simulation, deduction, and reconstruction are prohibited.

[End of document. This page cannot be updated further.]

—Eden System, Mother's Judgment Office.

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I defeated and contained...████?
Xia Xiu was also completely bewildered; he simply couldn't remember who this ████ was.
However, he wasn't particularly interested in exploring the contents within those black boxes.

"...Very well." He gently closed his eyes, exhaled, his tone as if putting a period to some taboo, "Then let you live forever in the document in the form of ████."

The next second, his expression suddenly froze.

That sudden tremor was not a system feedback, nor was it any transmission from [Jormungandr], but rather a kind of shedding and emergence of his inner spiritual structure.

He raised his hand almost reflexively, his five fingers slightly spread, and ripples floated in the air.

A dark, shadowy figure slowly emerged from behind him—[Vasak].

“…National territory?” Xia Xiu murmured, his eyes reflecting the unprecedented new structure unfolding within [Vasak].

The black and white blocks of space, like the boundaries made up of pixels, appeared layered in front of him; reality seemed to be analyzed into "frames" and "values", like a game developer's debugging window, drawing lines and benchmarks from the deepest part of the world.

That is the realm of the kingdom, the crown domain of the Time Demon God.

Its name is... [Frame Rate World].

"The national territory... has appeared ahead of schedule?" Xia Xiu asked in surprise.

"But... I didn't do anything."

He now feels a sense of unexpected joy and that he has gained something for nothing.

Although he knew he had definitely done something, in his current understanding, he really hadn't done anything. Xia Xiu curiously began trying to activate this sudden ability.

【The Crown Unfolds: A World of Frames】

The phantom of [Vasak] slowly hovered in the sky, like a faceless statue that sealed the power of time. Its figure no longer exuded terrifying pressure, but carried a kind of solemnity that was almost still. In that silence, there was an indescribable sense of dominance.

Behind it all, an invisible fold quietly unfolds in reality, and the world of frames emerges.

It was a subtly distorted dimension, like the back of a torn film, an unfinished digital dream.

Countless slide-like light panels, layer upon layer, like frames in a projector, slide and change side by side outside of reality. Each frame vibrates and twists at an imperceptible speed, chuckling as it imitates the flow of reality.

The sky begins to... drop frames.

The clouds turned into fragmented pieces, interlacing and piecing together in the air like a poorly pieced-together sky backdrop.

The lightning flashed, but it wasn't the kind of deafening, sky-piercing force. Instead, it was like frozen electric lines slowly moving along fixed coordinates, as if manually switching frames of an old world image.

Now, raindrops are like cones of light, lightning flashes like still frames, and the sky looks like a deferred rendering background texture.
The ground, which had been ravaged by fire and battle, now showed faint red outlines.

The boundaries flickered with light, flashing on and off, like an unfinished geometric model being forcibly rendered on a real-world base map.

Xia Xiu stood at the critical point of this frame rate world, squinting his eyes.

His breathing was extremely slow because he knew that his position had already broken away from the natural physical stack and entered into another set of operating rules.

He wasn't looking at the world.

He stands before the "post-editing table" of this world.

In that instant, the world ceased to exist, but rather began to play.

It is not a progressive tense, but a special tense that can be edited and spliced ​​together.

He saw the timeline unfold beneath his feet like a translucent ribbon, upon which countless streams of instructions intertwined, tilting and intersecting at strange angles, like over-edited footage attempting to piece together logic.

He saw that the particles were not flowing, but violently shaking, as if they were being repeatedly questioned about whether they should exist.

He saw the hidden gaps beneath the laws, the physical edges like the broken interfaces of a paper puzzle revealing white edges, like pieces of a real puzzle forcibly glued together, and he was standing in these fault lines.

Above all this, an unfathomable authority quietly surfaced in his mind.

He now has the authority to review and edit films.

After mastering the [Frame Rate World], Xia Xiu's body trembled slightly, as if he had finally broken free from some kind of chaos and seen the light behind the curtain that obscured the truth.

That was not a surge of fighting spirit on the battlefield, nor an outpouring of battle intent, but a kind of awakening at the root level.

He suddenly realized that the three crowned domains he possessed... had quietly touched upon that word that all myths, civilizations, angels, and forbidden texts had carefully avoided:
—The authority of the Creator.

He slowly lowered his head, gazing at the dreamlike world distorted beneath his feet in modulation mode, a mirage of towers painted with flames and ice fields overlapping, and a complex, indescribable expression welled up in his eyes.

[World Modulation Mode], this is the foundation of creation, the initial authority to create the world's basic architecture.

Let the volcano grow from the ground like a sculpture, and then explode into a waterfall of light;
Command the cold wave to fall from the cloudless sky, building a wall of frost amidst the flames;

Let the world become a blocky world, and adjust the world's production mode.

"I said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

This is not just a metaphor, but the default password for the world's rules.

This realm is similar to the first authority granted by the Creator to name things and give them existence before the separation of heaven and earth.

[An Out-of-Control World] This is the unpredictable change in the flow of all things.

The second area is exactly what the second stage after creation requires—change.

It's not chaos, but rather the difference in possibilities that must exist within the natural order.

Everything must change in order to survive;
Change brings about cause and effect, and the cycle of cause and effect is necessary for life to continue.
If the universe remains unchanged, it will be solidified into a dead crystal by its own logic.

The "out-of-control world" is a projection of that "possibility" among all things.

It is not a disorder, but a cause and effect, a path left by the Creator for the "evolution" of reality after setting the rules.

【Frame Rate World】, this is the structure of time, the slowness of creation.

This third crown realm represents the evolutionary pace of existence.

He saw the world progress like a slideshow, each second, each frame a step the world took toward reality.

The birth of all things is not instantaneous; even gods must write down the landscape frame by frame and load the universe layer by layer.

If the world is a constructed palace, then the [Frame World] is the time of its construction.

Because creation is not instantaneous, it must have order, rhythm, and frames for all things to develop and change.

[World Modulation] constructs matter;

The Out-of-Control World Inspired Change;

The world of frames takes "time" as a necessary condition for creation and incorporates it into its control.

When these three are combined—the initial outline of the Creator—then appears on His shoulders.

Xia Xiu slowly exhaled, and with that breath, it seemed as if the whole world trembled slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the endless void, on the lingering echoes of the battlefield in the distance.

But he no longer cares about winning or losing.

He was pondering something at a deeper level.

The light of the crown still shone behind them, and the three realms slowly rotated like a cosmic spiral:
Modulate the structure of the world, manipulate the direction of change, and control the flow of time.

He already possesses the framework of a triple creation—creation, change, and time.

But he also knew that it wasn't perfect.

If we go further...

If he had mastered the [way of lust and flesh], that would be to give life to all things;
If he had mastered the [Way of All Things], that would be to imbue inanimate objects with order and will.

Xia Xiu slowly closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

In my mind, an invisible framework is slowly taking shape.

[World Modulation] is the foundation of creation;

The Out-of-Control World is the Spark of Evolution;

The [Frame Rate World] is a body of time;

The path of lust is the breath of life;

The Way of All Things is the soul of order.

There's more to come... [The Essence of the End].

Once everything is gathered, Hugh Abraham will ascend to the pinnacle of divinity in his earthly form.

By then, the Four Lords of Chaos, the Crimson King, the Stars...

They will also have to avoid confronting its sharp edge in the face of reality.