Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 984 Terra's Junk Data Bombardment

"Truly worthy of its renowned reputation as an information conglomerate, your information structure density is as high as if it were filled with lead." The humanoid anomaly named Gray muttered through gritted teeth, half in praise and half in curse.

at the same time.

Queen Clarity, who was standing nearby, suddenly launched another attack.

The earth runes roared and surged, and the mental domain acted like a series of sealing curtains, forcibly sealing off the spatial nodes. She seemed unable to see Gray's existence, and all the attacks swept towards Xia Xiu.

Xia Xiu's eyes suddenly calmed down.

The Möbius strip unfolded around him once again.

That was a spatial inversion of non-Euclidean geometry. His figure glided along the spacetime path of the Queen's spell, and with extreme avoidance, his whole body seemed to melt into the cracks of light and shadow.

While taking action, his mind was already rapidly activating all analytical circuits:
The Queen attacked him, but was completely unaware of Gray standing beside her.

Gray claimed to have eaten several minutes of his own memories, and he did indeed have several minutes of a lapse in consciousness.

The Queen also appears to have experienced a similar cognitive stripping, losing all previous cognitive records of herself.

"……I see."

Xia Xiu quickly came to a basic conclusion.

This is an anti-mother type cognitive killing entity.

He will devour the target's memories, decoupling the target from the memories of the world around them.

Even more seriously, this entity can actively embed itself into the social structures of others, establishing a false network of trust by playing a 'non-existent role'.

At this moment, a cold and deep voice resounded in his mind:
"Wow, that's a really exciting scene."

A phantom figure of Armand appeared from the void, like a flickering ghost after the boundaries of numbers had shifted, standing on Xia Xiu's shoulder with a smile.

"This Gray has quite an appetite, doesn't he? He can even devour the memory information of an information integrator that is a crown." The Demon King's tone was playful, like that of a predator eyeing its prey.

“When you made contact with him just now, he had already torn off a part of the information chain and swallowed it—but don’t worry, he only dares to gnaw on the outer shell. Your core information authority is too dangerous; if he bites too much, he’ll vomit blood.”

At this point, Armand gave the queen ant a disdainful look:
"However, for him, you are a tough nut to crack and a thorny bone, while this worm in front of him is just an appetizer. He doesn't even realize that he's been swallowed up with so much memory information—this guy is simply a joke among information integration systems."

"Now, what are your plans for handling this anomaly?"

“This guy is indeed the kind of annoying anomaly…” Xia Xiu replied, at the same time stopping his spatial teleportation and raising the index finger of his right hand.

On the index finger is a Möbius strip of extreme compression.

"We need to deal with the queen ant's annoying attack first."

At this moment, the entire space has been distorted.

[The Möbius strip transforms into countless forms—]
Centered on him, countless deep, dark lines suddenly appeared around him—[∞].

They belong neither to three dimensions nor complete their own closure in four-dimensional space; those lines coil and spiral like snakes, without beginning or end, as if the paradox itself is manifesting in material form.

Xia Xiu's figure had already spread out like the embodiment of all things.

His projection appears on each ring, and every action is of the same origin and synchronized, yet exists in different time sequences.

The Queen's attack descended like thunder and torrents, but it was guided, deconstructed, and reversed amidst the interlacing [∞] surfaces.

Amidst the light and shadow, it seemed as if hundreds of Xia Xius were present at the same time, their footsteps wandering on the plane of non-Euclidean geometry, as if traversing a mirror world that was forever twisting its own rules.

He was like a shadow, seemingly present yet not at all.

At this moment, the queen ant's brain, having been consumed by too many memories, is no longer quite normal. Faced with countless [Möbius strips], she is drawn to them like a puppy, launching attacks continuously, and has almost completely destroyed the entire underground research lab.

The worker ants nearby dared not approach the mad queen.

Xia Xiu watched him silently, while he activated [Presence Weakening Element] to make himself invisible to Gray and the Queens, secretly observing the scene unfolding before him from the shadows.

Gray sensed that Xia Xiu had suddenly disappeared and subconsciously looked around. He released his domain of devouring memories, but he could not find Xia Xiu's figure.

"This guy's weakness is actually very obvious - he has a small appetite."

Furthermore, aside from her ability to reverse Mimu and her invulnerability to physical attacks, she is weak in almost every other aspect.

Xia Xiu was standing about ten meters away from Gray, staring at him.

"Indeed, this guy eats too little."

Armand's voice lazily picked up the conversation, his figure half-reclined on a reversed Möbius strip, like an old audience member commenting on the plot from a corner of a dark theater.

"Did you see his reaction just now? He's only been consuming your memories for a few minutes, and his face has already turned green."

“He doesn’t devour memories indefinitely. He’s like some kind of sophisticated, organic information compression processor—each time he devours something, he fully digests, categorizes, and transcodes it.”

Armand added with a sneer, "In other words, he has to digest it. Otherwise... he can't handle being overfed."

Xia Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.

"The more he eats, the higher the risk. We just need to let him eat until he's stuffed."

Amund floated behind Xia Xiu's shoulder, his eyebrows slightly raised, his tone both teasing and warning:
"But—feed what? Are you going to sacrifice yourself to feed Nimi's mother?"

"Do you want the golden flame in your brain to turn into nutrient syrup in someone else's mouth?"

Xia Xiu smiled lightly, his expression calm, as if he had already planned this all along.

“There’s no need,” he said.

"There's plenty of food to feed him."

The moment he finished speaking, a thought flickered in his mind. Consciousness, like a spark, leaped across the neural crest and pierced the information barrier.

"Eden."

He called out softly.

The response is not language, but a fluctuation in consciousness. A gentle, ruthless, omnipotent, and extremely calm intellectual entity casts its response, like a drizzle slipping through countless databases. It says:

【I am here--】

Xia Xiu issued the order:

"Retrieve the current Heavenly Kingdom's collection of Terra Public Interconnection Genealogy database junk data."

After a moment of silence, Eden responded quickly:
[Command received.]

According to data from Terran calendar year 1591, the global genealogical network generates approximately 149 ZB (Zettabytes) of data annually. About 98% of this data is stored only once after generation or is never used at all, and is therefore classified as 'inactive data'.

[Being converted to spam; already packaged and processed.]

Almost the instant his words fell to the ground, the divine processor of heaven, the multidimensional hierarchical data chain, and the apocalyptic information aggregator glided across the deep sea of ​​knowledge like a giant whale—silently chewing, swallowing, dissecting, and compressing.

"It's packed up." Xia Xiu smiled casually, raising his hand, where a ball of light the size of a seed appeared.

At this point, Eden added some extra information, reminding Xia Xiu to pay attention to how to use this junk data.

[Special note required—]

Approximately 30% of the data in the Terra Global Interconnected Genealogy Network is used for the creation, transfer, variation, and biomimetic reinterpretation of pornographic content. Ethics committee monitoring shows that 35% of genealogy data downloads fall into the realm of pornography. In other words—at least 5–50 ZB of data are related to pornography each year. This is a conservative estimate.

Upon hearing this, the Demon King Amonde's eye twitched involuntarily.

He couldn't help but admire how great the people of Terra were these days.

Xia Xiu was silent for a moment, but he understood.

Food and sex are human nature.

Regardless of gender, we are all Terrans. We don't steal, rob, or kill; what's wrong with just watching videos?!
Eden's additions continue:
[Special Note: The Ethics Committee has long tracked the motivations behind this type of data source. Data shows that the number of Sha'on (Shalish) followers generated annually through pornography exceeds the combined number of followers conceived by the other three monarchs.]

Forcibly blocking the circulation of pornography and implementing abstinence across the entire online spectrum might temporarily weaken the related emotional outpouring, but it would subsequently generate a stronger, more distorted mechanism of repression and backlash.

[This mechanism will inadvertently accelerate the power of Shalis. Faced with the relevant data, the ethics committee's final conclusion was—it cannot be blocked; the only option is to control its use.]

Please use this data package carefully, avoiding contamination by salis or direct eye contact.

After listening to Eden's "annual report on yellow and violent data statistics," Xia Xiu slowly raised his head and met the eyes of Amund, who was standing behind him.

The two angels, one old and one young, seemed like two old thieves who had reached a tacit understanding.

They didn't speak immediately, but just stared at each other silently, the corners of their lips slowly curving upwards until the smile turned into a kind of mischievous grin.

Xia Xiu's lips curled into a mocking and wicked smile:

"...If you feed this guy this stuff, what do you think he'll become?"

Armand shrugged, a smile spreading across his face like bubbles rising from a cauldron of oil in hell:
"What else can it become?"

"Just a walking yellow waste can."

An old man and a young man, both with silver coins, showed happy smiles.

"Then, let's get started." Xia Xiu held the spam message, looking eager to try.

At this moment.

Gray, who was still standing at the distorted point of space in the distance, had just elegantly straightened his cuffs, seemingly waiting for some answer to emerge naturally from the void.

But suddenly, his brow twitched slightly.

An unease, an extremely incongruous restlessness, spread like a spider web from the depths of my perception.

His invisible tendrils of thought began to flap wildly around him, like a dog that had suddenly caught a stench and was pacing restlessly in its cage. He tried to catch the movement of that strange entity, but he could see nothing.

"...something's wrong."

Gray's expression tightened.

His memory domain instinctively contracted.

Then, one step.

The second step.

third step.

Xia Xiu, standing on the [Möbius strip], silently approached, like a shadow piercing through the rifts of time and space. His body emerged layer by layer from the strip, following him like a shadow, neither belonging to this place nor truly locked onto.

He held a dazzling ball of light in his hands, tiny yet incredibly dense.

That's garbage data packaged by Eden.

When the distance between the two is reduced to within two meters.

With a deafening crash of shattering consciousness, as if an invisible barrier had been breached, Gray finally broke through Xia Xiu's cognitive domain and observed his presence.

Gray's gaze suddenly froze; he had finally seen it.

The ball of light in Xia Xiu's hand.

That was neither intelligence nor knowledge.

It was a collapsing mountain of garbage, a mixture of unfinished novels, family gossip, forum arguments from fifteen years ago, likes from 300 million meaningless social media accounts, indexes of billions of garbled pornographic short films, forgotten articles, genealogical parodies, and mental toxins misjudged by star chart algorithms... all piled up, folded, and fermented wildly at the quantum level.

It's not a database, but rather a junk database of civilization.

It's the yeast of memory, the smog of intellect, the rumination trigger of the brain—in short, it's a mountain of shit.

In an instant, Gray's expression changed drastically!

From maintaining composure, one suddenly plunges into an abyss of panic and fear.

"...You...you don't come any closer!!"

For the first time, he let out a roar that was almost deafening, a sound that even contained a survival instinct that went against the very nature of his being.

He stepped back, even spreading his wing membranes—a posture of escape he had never displayed before.

Before him, Xia Xiu remained expressionless, walking towards him step by step along the twisted and unsolvable Möbius strip.

The ball of light in his hand spun slightly, emitting groans and murmurs that sounded like they were distorted by a vulgar compression algorithm.

Gray was horrified. He tried to activate his cognitive counter-attack mechanism, but as soon as he connected the dots with the shape of the data molecules on the surface of the light sphere, his brain twitched slightly.

Before he could react, Xia Xiu directly shoved the mountain of excrement data into Gray's body.

Feed Prince Grey a biscuit!
At that moment, the data orb that encapsulated the absurdity and vulgarity of an entire world was unhesitatingly stuffed into the cognitive fissure in Gray's chest.

Gray tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The information particles were instantly captured and absorbed by his existence mechanism, "perception-devouring." He could have filtered and analyzed them in a certain elegant and ruthless way, but this one bite...

It's like having the entire planet's information cesspool poured into your brain!
When the mountain of shit data was thrown into Gray's body, he felt as if he were swallowing a hot, shimmering pile of hellish excrement, embedded with trivia, jokes, awkward selfies, and video clips of middle-aged men dancing in women's clothing.

His stomach was convulsing, his mind was spasming, and his rational mind was decaying.

"You're insane!!" he roared, retreating backward.

"You actually fed me this?! This is anti-civilizational food! You're a demon!!!"

"You devil..."

"Ugh, vomit, vomit—"

Xia Xiu simply smiled and asked:
"Is it delicious?"

Gray knelt on the ground and vomited violently.

"Ugh—uh ugh ugh ahh ...

He screamed shrilly, his body convulsing violently as if a nerve tube had been stuffed with industrial waste.

The next second, the first thing he said was:

"...A stunt cop, a lolicon, accidentally stumbles into an AI face-swapping group chat...highway *** fetus **shaking warriors collective marriage contract...ugh..."

Goodness, what is he looking at right now?