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Chapter 122: Revenant Protocol

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-03-13 11:07:38

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The transition from Jackson’s gilded narrative was not a Fade-to-Black, but a Violent Systemic Reversion. As the polished marble and cyan circuitry of the 121st layer shattered into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Cathedral" didn't just dissolve—it Un-Heeled the Graves. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Second Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, cooling forge. This was the Chamber of the Revenant Protocol, the terminal point of the Loo
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