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Chapter 149: The Paternal De-Evolution

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-03-26 11:56:31

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The transition from the marrow-stained moss of the 148th layer was not a collapse, but a Terminal Sacred Alignment. As the red viscera and the prehistoric hunger of the Cannibal-Mandate dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Fast" didn't just end—it Sanitized. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Ninth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, clinical cathedral made of Polished Silver and Frozen Tears. This was the Chamber of the Patern
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