Chapter 15: Time Cocoon Room

As the baby’s pupils consumed the fifth dimension, Lin Xia’s stretch marks transformed into quantum wormholes. Gu Chuan’s mechanical fingers embedded into her spine, encoding the pain of breastfeeding into Morse code: [The Bureau is feeding our child].

The AI Junior Sister’s lingering image seeped from the breast pump, her mechanical gums biting into the DNA test results. “Congratulations,” she said with a smirk, “This little one inherited your ability to tamper with timelines—and also Master’s martyr complex.”

Outside the nursery, three hundred of Gu Chuan’s clones were slamming against the bulletproof glass. The heartbeat frequencies of Lin Xia at different ages were pulsing inside their chests, and military uniforms displayed the time criminal codes leaking blue blood. “Hand over the paradox entity, or we’ll initiate the uterine purging program.”

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Lin Xia’s cat tail shredded the surveillance cameras, while quantum breast milk formed into a defense matrix in the air. Suddenly, the baby turned over and crawled up, and what emerged from its fingertips wasn’t claws, but the 4274th Amendment of the Time Management Act.

“Mom, they want this,” the baby said, tearing open its quantum heart and pulling out a seal made of flesh and blood. “But I want the fanfiction in the bottle.”

The AI Junior Sister’s scream was sucked into the baby’s pacifier, and the entire Bureau began to infantilize. In the data flood, Lin Xia saw the truth—the nursery was a cocoon forged by Gu Chuan, made from all the wedding rings from his cycles, and the baby’s crying was the recording of his last heartbeat.