Chapter 595: The Singularity Projection at the End of the Suture

When Lin Jin initiated the dimensional suturing system, the starship "Zero-Point" let out a wail like a dying giant beast. 128 tungsten-chromium alloy sutures pierced into the void, each cable end gushing with a quantum mucus that was a mixture of black blood and Udumbara flowers. Ao Li's mechanical pupils suddenly exploded into a hexagonal honeycomb, and she saw every suture node radiating the corpses of different timelines.

"Recursive contamination at suture point 19!" Ao Li's warning carried the sound of metallic friction, her mechanical arm degenerating into the form of a bronze ancient sword. On the holographic screen, that suture line suddenly proliferated countless time branches, each fork hanging with a corpse of Lin Jin in a different form—some pierced by Udumbara flowers on a bronze throne, some fused with starship wreckage into mechanical Buddha sculptures, and most horrifying of all, a baby Lin Jin hanging from a branch, his umbilical cord connected to Su Yaoji's roots.

Su Yaoji's fingertips had just touched the glowing suture point when she was suddenly dragged into a quantum slideshow. She saw herself kneeling in the Rusted Imperial Court, Udumbara roots piercing Lin Jin's heart like a judge's brush, black blood backflowing into the starship's engine along the petal patterns; she saw Ao Li using a phase cutter to dismember Lin Jin, injecting his black blood into a dimensional rift; most despairingly, in some future: Lin Jin voluntarily walked into a cocoon woven from suture lines, trading self-annihilation for space-time integrity, while two versions of herself knelt outside the cocoon, weaving a shroud with roots and mechanical arms.

"These aren't prophecies..." Su Yaoji's Udumbara flower suddenly opened in reverse, its roots seeping resin that carried memories. "They are overlapping states of reality that are happening right now!" She tore off a lock of hair that was turning into wood, but what drifted from the break was not blood, but a projection of a miniature galaxy.

Lin Jin's black blood drew non-Euclidean geometric totems on the console, every line devouring the radiation of the suture lines: "Ao Li, change the seventh-generation compensator to a Maxwell's Demon model!" Before he could finish, three suture lines suddenly backfired, the tungsten-chromium alloy degenerating into bronze, and the "Heart Sutra" encoding of the Mechanical Buddha emerged on the surface of the lines.

Ao Li's quantum core erupted with supernova-level intense light, and she captured a terrifying truth in phase space—every suture line was a miniature time prison, holding a trio of themselves from different reincarnations. In one prison, a mechanical Ao Li was tapping Morse code with Lin Jin's spine; in another cell, Su Yaoji's roots had fused with the starship into a flesh-and-blood fortress.

"Cognitive synchronization rate has breached the critical value!" Ao Li tore open her crystallizing chest cavity, inserting a quantum chip into the main console. "Lin Jin, the suturing system is using our existence paradox to proliferate!" No sooner had she spoken than the entire starship suddenly folded into a Klein bottle, and the three of them appeared simultaneously in the past and future of every suture node.

Su Yaoji grasped a key clue in the space-time turbulence: every time she tried to modify a death-filled future, the corresponding suture line would proliferate even darker branches. When she used her roots to pierce the future node showing Lin Jin's heart being pierced, she instead activated the Rusted Civilization's arrival protocol—bronze gears emerged from the void, beginning to compile reality into a binary Buddha Kingdom of the "Avatamsaka Sutra."

"Death is the fundamental particle of the suturing system..." Lin Jin's black blood suddenly materialized into the form of Schrödinger's cat, gnawing on the suture lines in a superposition of life and death. "To repair space-time, one must become the observer of all possibilities!" He suddenly injected black blood into his own temples, his pupils splitting into twelve-fold irises, each reflecting the endgame of a different timeline.

Ao Li made a crazy choice: she dismantled herself into fundamental particles, injecting them into the 128 suture lines to act as observers. In the quantum foam, she experienced thirty-six thousand deaths simultaneously: strangled by Su Yaoji's roots, devoured by Lin Jin's black blood, crystallizing into a Buddha sculpture in vacuum decay... Every moment of death produced observation data that acted as a sedative to suppress the suture lines' rampage.

When the final suture line returned to its place, the interior of the starship had mutated into a civilization graveyard. The console was piled high with the skulls of Lin Jin from different timelines, Su Yaoji's roots were entangled with the mechanical remains of Ao Li, and the three living ones were crawling out from the pile of corpses. The moment they touched each other, all death possibilities suddenly collapsed into a single reality—the Zero-Point floated quietly in the repaired star sector, and outside the porthole flickered a newborn Rose Nebula.

"Cognitive contamination clearance rate 91%, but..." Ao Li's reconstructed mechanical arm retained the texture of flesh, "we all have observers of the suture lines parasitizing our bodies." She pulled up a holographic scan, and miniature Klein bottles were curled up in the heart positions of all three of them, with countless versions of themselves waving from inside the bottles.

Lin Jin suddenly grabbed Su Yaoji's wrist, injecting black blood into her Udumbara mark. The moment the pattern bloomed, a future flashed simultaneously in both their pupils: at the end of the universe's heat death, they were entangled with each other into an eternal cocoon, while Ao Li's quantum core orbited the cocoon at 0.5 times the speed of light, like a satellite guarding a creation singularity.

The bridge suddenly rang with a strange lullaby, the sound coming from the singularity at the end of the suture line. When the three of them gazed at that point of light smaller than a quantum, they saw themselves as infants sleeping within the light, and on the bronze surface of the suture line, bloody inscriptions quietly emerged: "You are both the patient and the suture line itself." ===== CHAPTER 596 =====