Extraordinary pedigree

"Mr. Jerome, I'll ask directly - what does the founder of your company want?"

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly and said to Jerome.

Among the many documents of the Kingdom of Heaven, the goal of [Vikander Ned Media] has always been an unsolved mystery.

Just as the depth and ambiguity revealed in its works and operating model, the truth of the company's core motivation is also deliberately hidden.

Their participation in this meeting, and even being able to sit at the same table with seven other abnormal capitals, is itself an abnormal phenomenon.

Jerome smiled slightly, maintaining his usual calmness and politeness.

His tone was brisk, but with a hint of deliberate casualness:

"Our company has been committed to transforming abnormal art and media into commodities, making profits through distribution and dissemination, or increasing our influence."

Xia Xiu raised a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was a little scrutinizing, even a kind of teasing:

"Seeking commercialization and expansion - this is the most clichéd story in the capital world.

But for you - it's too vulgar."

Jerome raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he turned his head slightly, deliberately making an expression of being seen through, catering to Xia Xiu's doubts:

"Indeed, the company's publicity department's rhetoric is probably meaningless to people like you."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Xia Xiu sincerely, and his tone became more straightforward:

"So, I think it's better to be frank -"

His smile was restrained a little , his tone was low and steady, revealing a hidden sincerity:

"What our two bosses want is to participate in the game of Ivy League War.

In fact, their long-standing wish is to turn reality into an 'interactive game'.

Through abnormal technology, every participant can experience a state of survival beyond the norm."

He leaned forward slightly and continued:

"The birth and promotion of the genealogy makes this ideal no longer seem out of reach.

It makes us see hope in technology and concepts, and also makes them full of confidence in this goal."

Xia Xiu was silent for a few seconds, a glimmer of thought flashed in his golden eyes, and then he commented in a calm but majestic tone: "It's a very interesting idea."

Jerome's face immediately showed an expectant look, and his eyes looked at Xia Xiu eagerly, as if his words had laid the foundation for the entire negotiation.

His voice was filled with a hint of expectation and a hint of temptation:

"You find it interesting, too, right? However, if we want to truly develop and expand this plan, we will inevitably need to deal with the Kingdom of Heaven. This is a reality, sir."

Xia Xiu's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he remained calm and businesslike.

"As long as you no longer regard the Kingdom of Heaven as a potential threat and reduce your confrontation with us, we will be happy to lift some of the restrictions on your company."

Jerome's expression seemed to relax a little, and the smile on his face looked more sincere.

He bowed his head slightly and said in a respectful tone:

"Don't worry, our boss is very optimistic about this war...or about you.

So they are also willing to cooperate with the work of the Kingdom of Heaven, provide cooperation, and benefit each other."

The two exchanged a few more brief sentences, mainly around some preliminary frameworks for possible cooperation between the two parties.

Jerome behaved very decently, and his tone always maintained just the right amount of respect, but at the same time revealed a hint of cautious temptation.

Xia Xiu's response was always tepid, and his every word and action seemed to convey the position of the Kingdom of Heaven - cooperation can be discussed, but the rules are set by the Kingdom of Heaven.

The conversation came to an end soon. Although the atmosphere was not warm, a delicate balance was reached.

Jerome showed a standard professional smile and bowed slightly to Xia Xiu, which was considered the end of the conversation. Xia Xiu raised his hand gently, indicating that there was no need for courtesy, and turned to look at Hanks beside him.

Hanks stepped forward at the right time, nodded slightly to Xia Xiu, and then took him to the other end of the conference table.

They were about to face the last member of the meeting, who was also one of the most mysterious representatives of abnormal capital in this meeting.

Xia Xiu walked slowly to the end of the conference table, his eyes locked on the last participant.

This representative of abnormal capital was the one he cared about and was most curious about during this trip.

In the archives of the Kingdom of Heaven, the detailed records of him were not open to his level. The information about the abnormal capital in Xia Xiu's hands was unlocked by Eden after he got it from the ancient Set.

Such a background makes this meeting more mysterious.

Standing in front of Xia Xiu is a man wearing a well-cut black suit and a black hat, with a classic gentleman style.

He has a carefully trimmed mustache and an elusive smile on his face.

His suit is decorated with some strange accessories, the most eye-catching of which is a constantly rotating gear. It seems to be independent of any power source, but it runs accurately and regularly, exuding a weird mechanical feeling.

Even more bizarre is that there is a living doll standing on his shoulder.

The doll is about the size of a palm, wearing a traditional clown costume, with a funny and weird face painting, and two bells on the hat, which make crisp sounds as it moves.

The most noticeable thing is the back of the doll's neck, with a line of tiny words tattooed on it:

_[Mr. Clown, from Dr. Wendtingment's Little Mister]

The doll's movements are flexible and vivid, its eyes are rolling, and it occasionally lets out a chilling laugh, as if it is evaluating everything around it.

The man stood up, his movements were elegant but with a bit of disturbing playfulness. He extended his hand to Xia Xiu, with an exaggerated politeness in his tone, and his voice was clear and magnetic:

"My name is Reginald Philbert Lionel Archibald Westinghouse Wendtingment III."

After he said this long name, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after a slight pause, he smiled and said:

"Of course, sir, if you think it's too difficult to pronounce, you can just call me Dr. Wendtingment III - I am the representative of Dr. Wendtingment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clown doll on his shoulder suddenly moved, bent down, made a weird salute, and then echoed in a shrill voice:

"The representative of Dr. Wendtingment, wow, it's really exciting, right, right?"

Xia Xiu looked at Dr. Wendtingment III calmly, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his golden eyes.

He gently extended his hand and shook hands with the other party. Although the hand was wearing a pair of leather gloves, it exuded a cold texture that was hard to ignore.

[Abnormal Capital·Dr. Wendetingment——]

[Dr. Wendetingment] is a very distinctive abnormal person or brand. Its existence spans the prehistoric era and is regarded as the embodiment of "miracles, joy and surprises".

His image and ideas are not just individualized existence, but more likely an abnormal concept composed of the imagination or collective consciousness of intelligent creatures.

Every century and every era, the doctor will be "born" once, appearing in the history of Terra with different identities and backgrounds, bringing unspeakable miracles and surprises to the world.

Xia Xiu later learned from the unsealed information the background of the modern doctor I - a seemingly ordinary but legendary beginning.

This information is the autobiography of that first life.

In the autobiography, Dr. Wendetingment I was the son of a seamstress and a certified public accountant, born in an obscure small village.

He spent his childhood in the dull and boring world of Daeva, living a quiet but desperate life, with the only comfort being the stories about "miracles" his father told him every night before bed.

In those stories, a magical toymaker was described as being able to create miracles unprecedented in the world.

He was a craftsman with creative and magical talents who could give toys life, blending machinery with fantasy.

According to his father, the toymaker was not fictional, but a distant relative of theirs, and his blood also flowed in the young man's body.

Although these stories sounded like fairy tales, they planted a seed of pursuit of the truth in the boy's heart.

As he grew older, the young man began to question the authenticity of the stories, and at the same time longed to regain his "birthright".

He embarked on a long and tortuous journey, following any clues he could find, even the most vague rumors, trying to uncover the truth behind the stories.

He heard legends about "living dolls", "jumping jacks that really jump", and "cuckoo clocks that sing and dance without springs".

These incredible rumors became his goal.

However, his journey was long and full of disappointment. The old toymaker's secret seemed to have been buried long ago, with only the embers of the story remaining.

Just when he almost gave up, a surprising discovery changed everything.

He finally found the places where "running puppets" and "jumping Jacks" could be made, as well as many other seemingly magical creations.

However, this discovery was not the beginning of a miracle, but the advent of a nightmare.

Because he found the truth about how Daeva exploited the people, he found it;

——[Crisis Sequence·Factory].

[Factory] is not a sanctuary of creativity, but an abyss that swallows dreams.

It swallowed the young man, threw him into walls of concrete and steel, and forced him to do uncreative hard labor.

It mocked his dreams, squeezed his inspiration, and tried to crush him completely.

However, this imprisonment did not completely destroy him.

He escaped with his wits, and took away some stolen documents while fleeing, which became clues for him to continue his pursuit.

His journey eventually led him to a dilapidated but magical hut deep in a dense forest.

That hut was a refuge, and also the workshop of his ancestors, the source of magic that was distorted and taken away by the Factory.

When he pushed open the shabby wooden door and entered the house, it was as if he had walked into a new world.

A perfect version at 16-9 Book Bar!

In that hut, he flipped through pages of diary notes and design drawings, and those blueprints that recorded miracles made his heart glow with long-lost light.

A soft light flashed in his eyes, and he saw the inheritance in his blood on these drawings.

He picked up those forgotten tools, those tools used to create miracles.

From this moment on, Dr. Wendtinment of the New Century Terra was born.

The doctor has since become the new symbol of Terra's "joy and wonder".

With his genius creativity and extraordinary talent, he turned those miracles that have never existed into reality.

He created a talking clown doll, a self-ringing clock that can play music, and even a toy world with independent consciousness.

These creations are not only a fusion of machinery and magic, but also a manifestation of the desire of intelligent creatures for beauty and miracles.

Every generation of Dr. Wendetinment is considered to be synonymous with [miracle].

Their potential is so high and their upper limit is so terrifying that it is almost unbelievable.

Every generation of Dr. Wendetinment can always reach areas that ordinary people cannot reach and reach [miracle].

No matter in which era, their actions and intentions are inseparable from children and childlike innocence and pure behavior. This close connection makes Dr. Wendetinment a mysterious existence.

Dr. Wendetinment is a loner and his whereabouts are secretive.

They have countless vests, but they can always be recognized by the world through the unique characteristic of "only making toys".

Due to their long and legendary history, people's understanding of them also presents a variety of interpretations.

However, Dr. Wendetinment III in front of him obviously has not reached the [miracle] realm he should have.

From this point of view, Xia Xiu can boldly speculate that this is also one of the important reasons why the other party participated in this meeting;

-To find an opportunity to achieve some unfinished purpose.

Xia Xiu's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not hide his curious eyes, looking back and forth between Dr. Wendetinment III and the clown doll on his shoulder.

The doll swayed flexibly and made a shrill laugh. He seemed to be trying to attract attention, but Xia Xiu's focus was always on the doctor.

His eyes were deep, and there was a hint of exploration in his tone.

"Dr. Wendetinment representative..." Xia Xiu spoke in a low voice, his tone was steady but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Ever since I learned about the existence of Wendetinment, I have been curious about you... or you all."

The smile on Dr. Wendetinment III's face was still elegant and decent. He leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for Xia Xiu to ask further questions.

Xia Xiu paused for a moment, and there was a hint of bluntness in his tone. He looked at the doctor with a sharp look like a knife:

"You are defectors from the factory, right? You have information about the factory and are the mortal enemy of the factory?"

The "factory" in Xia Xiu's mouth does not simply refer to the [factory] organization in the Daeva Empire.

Those are just parasites of the crisis sequence, infected and coerced by the real "factory" and become tools of its will.

[Crisis Sequence·Factory——]

The absolute mortal enemy of the Kingdom of Heaven.

A system with malice and abnormality as its core driving force.

Its nature is extremely complex. It can be the origin of some abnormal items, or it can be an abnormal entity, concept, or even a historical relic that cannot be escaped.

No matter what form of existence it is, [factory] is always one of the most unfathomable threats in the abnormal world.

The Factory is centered around industrialization, exploitation, and abnormal manufacturing, showing an extreme distortion of human nature, technology, and society.

It is not a simple physical existence, but a self-sustaining abnormal information body that drives the cycle of production, expansion, and domination.

It ruthlessly devours everything, transforming the world's resources, manpower, and even souls into means of production to maintain its own growth and operation.

Its essence is an abnormal information body with extreme malice.

The reason why the Daeva Empire has such a close connection with the Factory is precisely because they have mastered this information - or more accurately, they are eroded by this information.

They have become the host of the Factory, providing a carrier and cover for its continuous expansion.

Its expansion is not tangible industrialization, but an infection that penetrates the soul and social structure.

Wherever it touches, there will be endless production lines, expendable social systems, and an order that is squeezed to the limit.

The structure of the Factory presents a creepy unlimited expansion capacity.

It can grow by itself, including its buildings, machinery, and even "people".

Its interior often violates the laws of physics and follows non-Euclidean geometry, resulting in endless corridors, layers of production lines, and anomalous production facilities that cannot be located.

Many people who enter it never return, and the memories of those who survive are distorted and fragmented, full of chaotic fragments of endless oppression and exploitation.

[The Factory] exploits labor in extreme ways.

Workers are forced to do work beyond their limits inside it, and those who try to resist or cannot meet production requirements will eventually become part of the production line.

Their bodies, consciousness, and even souls will be transformed into some kind of running parts to maintain the eternal production of the [Factory].

Moreover, it not only relies on material resources, but may also directly use life or soul as fuel.

It is rumored that some of the [Factory]'s production lines use human pain, fear, and even death as a source of power, and the finished products are unpredictable anomalous items.

These items are deliberately spread all over the world to disrupt social order, intensify conflicts, and even cause comprehensive chaos.

It symbolizes the ultimate form of everything being reduced to means of production and resources

--no individuals, no dignity, only the extreme pursuit of efficiency and scale.

Incorporate everything into the production chain, whether natural resources or humans themselves.

Its existence is the most extreme demonstration of efficiency, exploitation and scale.

Certain manifestations of [Factory] imply that it is no longer satisfied with the status quo, but is trying to completely control or replace human society.

Its will is ruthless and uncompromising. It doesn't care how many lives it destroys or how many disasters it causes.

As long as the purpose of expansion can be achieved, all costs are worth it.

It attempts to gradually interfere with the human order by manufacturing and distributing abnormal items, with the ultimate goal of establishing a;

——A world absolutely dominated by [Factory].