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Chapter 138: Glass-Wall Protocol

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-03-20 12:11:49

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The inversion of the 137th layer was not a shattering of reality, but a Total Extraction of the Narrative. As the quivering red moss and the prehistoric hunger of the Marrow-Layer dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Chamber" didn't just fade—it Rendered the Boundary. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Thirty-Eighth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, sterile Observation Deck. This was the Chamber of the Glass-Wall Protocol, the term
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