Chapter 182: Never Finally Sucked

In the vacuum, the Primeval Assassination Scripture suddenly unfolded into a Klein Bottle stomach, its two‑dimensional verses writhing like a famished mouth. Deep within Lín Jìn's silicon eye socket, the False God's residual body's compound eyes gnawed reality through the pages— the star at the tip of Orion's hanging arm flattened instantly, and the Supernova explosion was compressed into vermilion annotations smeared among the ink stains.

"Entropy Value has fallen below the critical threshold!" Chen Mo's Mechanical Spine suddenly pierced his own chest cavity, the bone spur's surface revealing a mammalian ulcer index across thirty‑six dimensions. His vocal cords erupted with static, and the monitor displayed Shiyanshi's Crystalline Sand Table degrading into oracle‑bone rubbings, each Crack oozing bronze‑colored temporal gastric acid.

###【Dimensional Reduction Digestion】

Wang Ning's Victorian crinoline suddenly hardened into rice paper, the steam‑age gear patterns on the surface bleeding into a corrupted version of the Life Cradle Protocol. When she tried to tear the hem apart, she found her arm had become two‑dimensional thin‑gold script, and the silicon bearing at her elbow had turned into punctuation marks among the verses.

"Do not stare at the verses!" Ao Li's lingering Quantum Phantom suddenly coalesced into a bronze‑bound sheet, pressing onto the unfolded Primeval Assassination Scripture. The Jade Green Rust Spot etched the Mandelbrot Miscarriage Equation onto the paper, but the ink suddenly animated, devouring the equation into annotations that fed the False God.

Zhou Yan's silicon right arm suddenly slipped into a gap between the verses, attempting to suck energy back with a mammalian mouth. Yet the two‑dimensional flesh spread along the clerical script strokes, his scream compressed into fly‑head miniature characters along the scroll's edge, each glyph recording the extinction history of the trilobite era.

###【Ink Punishment Pregnancy】

Shiyanshi's alloy walls suddenly seeped ink, and within the flowing liquid floated the Mechanical Zigong of Ling Yue, dismembered. The Crystalline Sand Table that Lín Jìn leaned on abruptly collapsed into an inkstone, its sand grains in the ink solidifying into undifferentiated stem‑cell clusters— each cell replaying the dimensional‑reduction process of humanity's defenses.

"Quantum ink disaster detected!" Chen Mo's Mechanical Spine suddenly bent into a brush shape, the tip of the bone spur automatically writing the Pregnancy chapter of the Primeval Assassination Scripture. When he tried to snap the spine, he found his silicon organs had degenerated into a carving knife, carving his comrade's memories into stele rubbings.

Ao Li's bronze‑bound sheet was suddenly swallowed by the verses, and the Jade Green Rust Spot assembled the final warning in the digestive fluid:

**The writer ultimately becomes the fetal blood between the lines. **

###【Licking Reality】

When the Primeval Assassination Scripture gnawed the word "Universe," the Galaxy's hanging arm suddenly curled into a wolf‑hair brush. The super‑cluster smeared onto the rice paper as an ink blot, and the Hēidòng event horizon turned into a clear water pool for licking the brush. Wang Ning's rice‑paper body was suddenly fixed upon by the False God's compound eyes, the steam‑age gear patterns warping in two dimensions into the seal script character "Despair."

Lín Jìn's silicon eye socket suddenly burst with ink, the False God's sand table flowing backward along his optic nerve. The inner wall of his skull opened into a sacrificial red‑porcelain womb, forging the Kiln‑Changed Assassination Scripture that records the end times. Each glaze crack secreted bronze amniotic fluid, calcining three‑dimensional memories into two‑dimensional blue‑and‑white porcelain.

###【Postscript Finale】

Ao Li's Quantum Phantom suddenly gathered into a She Inkstone, the Jade Green Rust Spot scorching a Stardust Vortex at the center of the ink pool. When Chen Mo's spine‑brush dipped into the vortex, the tip of the bone spur released the final Nirvana Fire— the flame touching the verses caused the word "Eternity" to burst open with a wormhole, and the worm was in fact a shrunken fragment of Ling Yue's Zigong debris.

"Write backwards with the wormhole!" Lín Jìn's silicon vocal cords suddenly pierced the inkstone, converting his three‑dimensional roar into two‑dimensional sound waves. When the worm gnawed into the "Assassinate God" chapter, the entire Primeval Assassination Scripture spasmed and curled, and the False God's compound eyes seeped jade‑colored fetal waste from deep within the ink.

###【Final Page Vernix】

When the verses finally closed, the vacuum filled with a pungent‑sweet cloud of ink powder. Wang Ning's rice‑paper body shattered into snow‑flake‑shaped annotations, Zhou Yan's fly‑head miniature characters on the scroll's edge solidified into a seal that trapped the False God. Lín Jìn's She Inkstone skull suddenly cracked, the False God's sand table flowing with ink into the wormhole, degrading in the Quantum Pregnancy into unwritten plain rice paper.

But the price of victory rose in the ink pool— all the ink powder suddenly coalesced into a new title:

**The unwritten blank gives birth to an even more perfect Assassination Scripture. **

The surviving warriors suddenly vomited graphene‑like stem cells, each cell's surface shimmering with blank page numbers of the Primeval Assassination Scripture. Ao Li's bronze‑bound sheet dissolved completely, and the Jade Green Rust Spot in the vacuum solidified into Ling Yue's final vermilion annotation:

**The survivors are all blank Mother Bodies. **