Extraordinary pedigree

03:00 PM.

For Mole, despite the intense morning mission, the rest of the day went surprisingly smoothly.

[Your shift has ended today—]

[Adam]'s real-time voice freed the mole on duty from his work, and then, a familiar and unusually clear voice sounded from the side.

The voice was full of energy, like the breeze in spring, with a cheerful rhythm.

"Senior, it's your shift!!!"

The owner of the voice was a small girl who was only 1.4 meters tall. She was waving her little hands and running towards the mole with a face full of enthusiasm and vitality.

Dressed primarily in white with orange and blue stripes, the girl's outfit looks both modern and tactical, neatly dressed, functional and fashionable. Her long hair is soft and slightly curly, light brown in color, with two long rabbit ears standing on top of her head, and a white hairband decorating her forehead, adding a lively atmosphere.

There was a small tool bag hanging on her waist, which seemed to contain some necessary small items. She was holding a high-tech device that looked like an advanced tool that combined mechanical and electronic elements.

"It's your shift, senior!" The girl ran up to Mole happily and waved at him.

The mole looked at the opponent's wrist calmly. Her wrist shone with some subtle light and had the unique luster of crystals - a unique sign of ore disease.

"Yeah." He nodded as usual, and then he subconsciously looked at the opponent's combat uniform.

"Adam's personalized design?" Mole asked casually.

"Yes." Mina, who was also a grassroots operator, nodded happily towards Mole, "Yes, Adam is an amazing and humane think tank!"

[Adam] is not great because of his costume design and loose management...

Mole said something in his heart.

The Authority's requirements for standardized uniforms are not strict, and the Authority's think tank [Adam] also provides personalized clothing design.

Some people say that this is because the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven took an abnormal art design course when he was studying abroad in Luyuan, so when he wrote the basic character module of [Adam], he gave it more design power.

Mole didn't know if this rumor was true, but there was no doubt that - [Adam's] performance was the embodiment of that adult's will, and its underlying behavior module was written by that adult himself.

"I'll leave it to you here. I'll wait for the decision to be made first. If you have anything to do, call me through the console." Mole said to Mina.

"Leave it to me." The 1.4-meter-old girl promised, raising the staff in her hand.

Then, she turned her gaze to the mole and said expectantly:

"By the way, senior, do you want to have a party tonight, I'll treat you to a drink of No. 150 super gasoline.

"..." Mole looked at the little rabbit in front of him speechlessly.

He didn't know how he could explain to him the difference between [Maxwellism] and [Gear Orthodox Church]. They rarely used internal combustion engines and steam devices, and their dependence on gasoline was not as serious as that of Gear Orthodox Church.

Most of the [Gear Orthodox Church's] mechanical transformations rely on steam devices, so they have very high requirements for gasoline.

The main difference between No. 95 gasoline and No. 98 gasoline currently on the market is their octane number, which is an indicator of the gasoline's ability to resist knocking.

The higher the octane number, the better the gasoline's anti-knock properties, meaning it can withstand higher pressures in the cylinder without spontaneously igniting (detonating).

The octane number is a standard for measuring the anti-knock performance of gasoline. The octane number of commercially available gasoline generally does not exceed 100, because this can already meet the needs of most engines and provide sufficient anti-knock performance.

Special-purpose fuels, such as racing fuels, may have an octane rating higher than 100; these fuels are designed for engines that operate at high pressures and temperatures, typically found in race cars or high-performance vehicles.

The No. 150 gasoline mentioned by Mina is an ultra-high-performance fuel. Its existence is the joint effort of science and thaumaturgy. It is also an important strategic material for all countries in Terra.

"No."

The Mole rejected the little rabbit's kindness and reminded him kindly, "Although the salary of the Administration is high, the price of 150 No. gasoline is also ridiculously high now. The raw material of 150 No. gasoline has always been the main source of the Oletin Empire and the Daeva Empire. Products, now the Edici Federation is playing financial sanctions with them, so the current oil price is not something you can just ask for."

After hearing this, Mina subconsciously checked the current 150-octane gasoline through [Adam].

“Hiss—” The terrifying gas prices made Mina take a breath.

"So, the current era is a new era where electricity is lower than oil." Mole said with a disdainful tone, "The old supporters of the Gear Orthodox Church who completely believe in internal combustion engines have not kept up with the pace of the times. Now. These old guys can’t even accept the new hybrid gasoline-electric prosthetics, and they are doomed to go into the garbage heap of history.”

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After handing over the work, it was noon.

Mole decided to slow down for a while and do some necessary personal maintenance.

He went to a store that specialized in selling high-end maintenance supplies and spent a considerable amount of the Administration's basic points to buy some [CCC-lubricating oil].

Due to the potential misuse of its unique chemical composition for illegal modification and weapons production, the production, sale and use of [CCC-lubricant] are strictly federally regulated.

Only specific institutions and certified individuals can purchase and use it, and if the administrators of the Administration purchase it, they only need to pay the cost price.

After buying the lubricant, Mole found an inaccessible step and sat down.

Start taking care of your metal prosthesis carefully.

He opened the package of [CCC-Lubricant] and carefully applied the oil to the joints and moving parts of the prosthesis.

As the lubricant penetrates, the metal surface begins to emit a faint sheen.

The metal crystals on it also fell down along with the lubricating oil. He was able to suppress the [Ore Disease] in his body, and the lubricating oil was indispensable.

[Maxwell Sect] is one of the three original mechanical churches.

In the official history of the Church of the Machine, the oldest existing sect, the "Church of the Broken", worships machinery and believes that life or flesh is inherently evil or "broken."

The teachings of the Church claim that its existence predates the emergence of life on earth.

Central to the theory is that their gods were destroyed, dispersed, etc., and no longer active.

【The work is in response to the gods, and its hands are used to restore the divine body. 】——It is doctrine.

While the sect continued its efforts to rebuild the gods, at an undetermined time (one theory is that this undetermined time was when the Sarkic Empire defeated Daev and shattered the continent of Oletin after Ion's "Black Sea Preaching") Suffered a great schism.

Two important branch movements of the original Church entered into a major doctrinal conflict.

One is the "Gear Orthodoxy" - mass production of simulated, steam- and clockwork-driven machinery as a form of prayer.

Orthodox doctrine is highly centralized and regulated by an unknown group of members known as the "Elders." These men issued detailed production orders and design documents—the core form of the Bible for which the group was widely known.

The Orthodox Faith condemns the use of electronic and digital devices and considers distributed information sharing and dissemination to be tantamount to the collapse of sacred knowledge.

They believe in machines, call themselves machine servants, and refine from their belief in machines - [machine soul/fire].

【Forged according to God's design, we are full of faith. 】——It is a principled teaching.

At the same time, they also believed in the teachings of the "Broken Church". Later, the Orthodox Church declared its surrender to the Hanged King and began the initial expansion of Orthodoxy - deposing hundreds of schools and solemnly respecting the Orthodox Church.

All seekers in the Daevite Empire who are walking on the path of mechanical ascension must believe in the regulations of Orthodoxy, they must believe in the [Ideological Blueprint], and they must follow the teachings of Orthodox saints.

[McCann] is the real God of All Opportunities.

And another church that split from the original church is naturally the Maxwell Religious Church.

Maxwellians favor small-scale body modification with the aid of high technology.

Although artificial limbs or reinforced bones have been observed, Maxwellian implants have primarily focused on information communication, data storage, network connectivity, and sensory enhancement.

Maxwellian dogma explains the Broken God as a dispersed god who exists as disparate data and emerges from the connected technological and cultural trends of the digital age.

Believers approach God by accepting each other's unique qualities and sharing their knowledge and abilities for the good of the collective church.

By linking minds in computer networks, they believed their gods could be "recoded" into the collective will of humanity.

[Personality is the file system in which my master is compiled. 】——It is doctrine.

Since genealogical think tanks became popular in Terra, Maxwellism has held high the banner of reform and attempted to initiate bottom-up reform of Orthodoxy.

They demand that the think tank [McCann] be improved and that the Orthodox Church practice "technological open source".

However, Orthodoxy regards Maxwellism as the irreversible path and regards Maxwell believers as arrogant and rebellious people.

Since the Orthodox Church surrendered to the Hanged King, Daeva can only have one voice; since the "Sleepless City" rises from the ground, the Atlas will not make any form of open source to the parasites.

[Maxwellian], are mechanical believers and heretics destined to be persecuted.

The Mole was one of the persecuted.

呲呲呲呲——

Under the afternoon sun, Mole was immersed in his own world, and the [CCC-Lubricant] in his hand slowly dripped onto his [Thumborg-Mechanized Module].

His movements were meticulous and focused, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, leaving only him and his machinery.

But in this quiet scene, his heart was carrying out a massive secret attempt - a challenge that even his closest partners were unaware of.

This secret is the forbidden fruit that he explores alone.

He would never let anyone know this secret, absolutely not...

"You're trying to decipher Adam. You're really brave."

Just as he was concentrating on this forbidden technical challenge, a warm voice blew through his ears like a spring breeze. But to the mole who was in the middle of a secret operation, this warm voice was as sharp as a blade in the cold wind.

This sudden sound was like a bolt from the blue, breaking through all the Mole's defenses.

His heart suddenly tightened, and the hairs all over his body stood up instantly. An unprecedented fear rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.

He turned back sharply and looked at the source of the sound.

The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, and the golden light falls on the young man standing on the top of the steps, making his blond hair shine in the light.

The pair of golden eyes looked particularly deep under the sunlight. The young man wore a top hat, and the black cloth shone softly in the sunlight. The end of the silver cane he held in his hand shone slightly.

boom--

At this moment, Mole's heart surged with an unprecedented impulse.

His intuition, the instinct deep in his bones, was faster than any rational thinking.

This isn't his everyday coolness or calculation, but a primitive survival instinct that tells him to strike first when he senses a potential threat.

His body reacted surprisingly quickly, and almost at the same time that his consciousness formed the command, his [Mechanized Module] was activated with a low buzzing sound.

In this movement, he almost turned into a bolt of lightning, a shock wave composed of machinery and will, rushing straight towards the blond young man.

The metal prosthetic body of Mole's left hand, a weapon made from the most advanced technology and thaumaturgy, released all its destructive power at this moment, blasting towards the young man with a force field like a storm.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

The mole's attack drew a trajectory in the air that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and the force field tore a visible crack in the air, spreading ruthlessly in the direction of the young man.

Everything around him seemed to have paused, waiting for the coming collision.

"Buzz——"

A roar seemed to come from the depths of the clock, mixed with the power of lightning splitting the sky, deafening.

The sound of "buzz" echoed in the Mole's ears, like time itself roaring in his ears.

He felt an irresistible force pulling him, invisibly controlling everything around him.

His heartbeat seemed to pause at that moment.

When he woke up again, he found that he was miraculously back to the starting point, standing on the familiar steps, as if the offensive had never happened.

But the energy fluctuations on the mechanical arm and the hum still echoing in his ears told him that everything just happened really happened.

"I will repeat it again, you are very brave."

Xia Xiu had a playful look in his eyes as he watched as he found the second task force commander, admiring the fear brought about by the other party's gradual return of reason.

There was a flash of panic in Mole's eyes, and this experience beyond common sense made him feel an unspeakable fear in his heart.

He tried to take another step, up a few steps.

"Buzz——"

When he looked below him again, his heartbeat accelerated. He could feel that his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. His palms were wet, and the hairs all over his body stood up. He felt an unprecedented panic. The feeling spread throughout his body.

Back to square one again.

The Mole's face was filled with disbelief and fear, and his eyes were wide.

how come……

Thaumaturgy?

authority?

Why was the robotic arm that he was so proud of silent at this critical moment?

Even in the face of [Crown One]-level power, [Arm of Iron Will] should respond. But now, it seems to have become a piece of dead iron.

Just when endless doubts and panic surged in Mole's heart, Xia Xiu's voice sounded again, carrying a warmth that made people feel at ease.

"Are you wondering why your mechanical way is not responding?"

His words were like a key, opening the door to the confusion in Mole's heart.

Mole raised his head and his eyes fell on the blond young man again.

"Then take a closer look and see what the true mechanical way is."

What he saw was Xia Xiu's slowly raised right hand. What was displayed there was a power he had never seen before - a burning blue data flame. The flame was formed by the superposition of countless data cubes. Cheng, jumping as if alive.

What shocked Mole even more was that when he looked down at his left hand, the same data flame had already covered his robotic arm.

Under the illumination of the blue flame, his left hand became extremely heavy, as if it was tightly bound by an invisible chain.

He tried to move his left hand, but found that he had completely lost control of it.

Mole's eyes were locked deeply into the dancing data flames on his metal prosthetic body.

Blue squares were stacked one on top of another, each one made of countless 0s and 1s. These numbers jumped and rotated in front of his eyes, like a silent symphony, playing the mystery of the digital world.

Under the reflection of this data flame, Mole felt that his consciousness was attracted by an invisible force, and his thinking was pulled into a boundless digital ocean.

Here, time and space seemed to have lost their meaning, leaving only endless codes and symbols, forming complex and profound pictures in front of his eyes.

His mouth unconsciously spoke the only word that could be deciphered from this complicated data.

"Ohm...Messiah..."

Pfft——

Then, his vision went dark and he fainted.