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Chapter 123: The Apex Protocol

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-03-14 11:33:48

POV DARLENE

The transition from the scorched slag of the Revenant Protocol was not a fading of the forge, but a Total Biological Inversion. As the ghost of Silas and the wreckage of the Foundry-Hammer dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Grave-Yard" didn't just vanish—it Regurgitated the Origin. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Third Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, prehistoric lung. This was the Chamber of the Apex Protocol, the abs
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