Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

dusk.

The outskirts of Changyang, on the edge of the old city.

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across a half-collapsed, desolate mountain temple, making the mottled red walls appear as if they had just been peeled of their skin.

This is the "Temple of Rebirth," where incense has long since ceased to burn. Weeds grow all around, and withered vines coil around the broken walls like dead snakes.

The main hall of the temple was cold and damp.

A broken Buddha statue sits on a lotus pedestal.

The Buddha statue is only half a person tall, and the gold paint has long since peeled off, revealing the gray and rough stone texture inside.

One of its shoulders had collapsed, and its face was even more blurred, as if its features had been deliberately erased by some force, leaving only a rough outline.

Lower your eyebrows and look down.

Although it has no eyes, it gives people the illusion that it is "watching" over all things in the world.

Lin Chuan was trapped inside this stone embryo.

Another day has passed...

He sighed softly in his heart, his consciousness flowing through the cold stone.

He has been in this world for more than two months.

If they were ordinary transmigrators, they would probably be making a name for themselves in the city or ruling over other worlds right now.

But Lin Chuan was different; after he transmigrated, he only lived for two and a half days.

My memory goes back to more than two months ago.

He had just arrived in this terrifyingly resurrected parallel world and, before he could even figure out what was going on, he was drawn into a "Class D paranormal event."

He immediately sensed something was wrong.

However, driven by a strong will to survive, he managed to hold out against the strange creature for two and a half days.

Later, he finally received rescue.

However, in less than ten minutes, the entire night patrolmen from the Zhengui Division who came to the rescue were wiped out.

Originally, Lin Chuan could have continued to deal with the strange creature that was staring at him for a while longer.

As a result, the death of those night patrolmen from the Town of Ghosts caused the strange phenomena within them to instantly resurface...

Then, Lin Chuan was immediately given a boxed lunch.

"This is a total rip-off..."

With this in mind, Lin Chuan decided to stay in Bengbu.

Fortunately, although he died, he was not completely dead.

After losing his physical body, his consciousness did not dissipate, but instead transformed into a bizarre being.

To be precise, it was an F-level eerie creature attached to a broken Buddha statue.

[Current Status: Strange.]

[Terror Level: F]

[Current Rule Ability: Blood and Tears Illusion (Can create a terrifying illusion, but has no real destructive power.)]

[Peeping: Ability to perceive everything within a 100-meter radius, including discerning other bizarre rule loopholes and the soul memories of living people...]

This is Lin Chuan's current stats, and it's also the cheat system he just awakened.

During those two months, he was unable to move, unable to speak, and even his thinking became sluggish and cold, with his human emotions gradually being stripped away.

Instead, there is a ruthless instinct...bloodlust, indifference, and a greed for the life.

In this world, the supernatural is classified by the government into six levels: A, B, C, D, E, F...

The earlier in the sequence, the more complete the bizarre killing rules become, and the wider the scope of their impact!

However, so far, there have been no bizarre resurrections of level C or higher.

We are currently in the early to mid-stages of a resurgence of terror.

Most ordinary people are unaware of the existence of the "strange".

This information was given to Lin Chuan by a night watchman from the Town of Ghosts before he died.

"We must find a way to increase the terror level!"

"If we don't evolve, if we don't become stronger..."

"Sooner or later, I will be imprisoned by the Bureau of Suppression of Strange Things, or devoured by other powerful monsters."

Lin Chuan's consciousness surged deep within the stone statue.

In this world, while the supernatural cannot be killed, it can be imprisoned in golden containers or devoured by other supernatural beings...

Being imprisoned means being trapped in eternal confinement.

Being swallowed up means losing oneself.

Just then.

Ugh!

A cold gust of wind suddenly swept into the dilapidated temple, rustling the dry grass on the ground.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked shrilly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Suddenly, a disheveled woman stumbled into the main hall.

The woman was covered in mud, her clothes were torn to shreds, and there were several wet bloodstains on her arms.

Her eyes were murky and crazed, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell, yet they also carried a last glimmer of desperate hope.

Pfft!

The woman knelt heavily before the broken Buddha statue, her forehead slamming against the dusty bluestone bricks.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull thud of her kowtowing echoed in the empty hall, each kowtow performed with the utmost effort from the woman.

In no time, her forehead was covered in blood and gore.

But she seemed oblivious to the pain, muttering nervously:

"All the gods and immortals... Buddha has appeared... whether they are gods or ghosts..."

"I'd give anything to help me get revenge..."

"My Xiaoya...my daughter..."

The woman's voice was hoarse and shrill.

As she knelt and worshipped, and as her intense resentment erupted, the panel deep within Lin Chuan's consciousness suddenly flickered.

[Strong resentment and prayers detected...]

[Gained Wishes Power: +10.]

The moment the information on the panel appeared, a warm current appeared out of nowhere and surged into Lin Chuan's cold, stone-like body.

"Um?"

Noticing the change on the panel, Lin Chuan felt a surge of joy.

After two months, his cheat code on the control panel is finally starting to work.

With this in mind, he looked at the woman in front of him from all directions with a 360-degree perspective.

According to Lin Chuan's observation, this woman was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Deep within her soul surged extreme pain and hatred.

For Lin Chuan, these negative emotions were like the most delicious condiment.

"As long as I can get revenge... I don't care if it's a god or a demon..."

Lin Chuan coldly repeated this sentence in his mind.

In despair, people are often more terrifying and insane than the bizarre!

The woman in front of him was clearly driven to a dead end.

Just as Lin Chuan was preparing to further explore her soul.

boom!

The dilapidated temple's half-open, already crumbling wooden door was kicked open with a single, powerful kick, causing half of the door to collapse and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"You bitch! Run! Let's see where you can run now!"

A violent roar shattered the silence within the temple.

Soon, three burly men barged in.

The leader, a burly man with a thick beard, had a face full of scars, a gold necklace as thick as a finger around his neck, and a ferocious tiger's head tattooed on his bare arm. He was also carrying a steel pipe stained with blood.

The two behind them also looked fierce, their eyes revealing a bloodthirsty intent!

They were thugs for the Zhao family in Changyang City.

In the territory of Changyang City, the Zhao family is the law.

Whether it's government offices, commerce, or even parts of the Zhengui Division... all are under the control of the Zhao family.

Hearing the noise behind her, the madwoman kneeling on the ground trembled, shrinking into a ball like a frightened quail.

But then, she suddenly turned around, staring intently at the three men, her eyes filled with intense resentment.

"You...you beasts!!"

"Give Xiaoya back to me! Give her back to me!!"

Knowing there was no way to escape, the woman screamed and tried to rush forward to fight the three burly men, but due to exhaustion, she fell heavily to the ground as soon as she stood up.

"Hey, you dare glare at me?"

The burly man with the thick beard grinned maliciously, strode forward, and stepped on the woman's hand, crushing it forcefully.

"Ah!" the woman screamed in agony.

"It's your good fortune that your dead daughter has caught the eye of Young Master Zhao." As he spoke, the bearded man squatted down, grabbed the woman's hair, and forced her to lift her blood-stained face.

"It's a pity he died young, he only lasted a couple of minutes. You, as his mother, are ungrateful and keep making a fuss about it, which has made Young Master Zhao very unhappy."

"Young Master Zhao said that since you miss your daughter so much, he will send you down to reunite with her."

As he spoke, the burly man raised the steel pipe in his hand.

The other two thugs stood by, smoking and watching the show; they'd done this kind of thing many times before.

In Changyang City, if the Zhao family wanted to kill one or two people, they could just bury them in this desolate wilderness and who would dare to interfere?

however.

Just as the big man was about to make his move...

Tick.

A drop of viscous, warm liquid fell from somewhere and landed right on the back of his neck.

"Huh? This dilapidated temple leaks when it rains?"

The bearded man frowned and reached out to touch it.

I got a piece of scarlet.

is blood.

Moreover, it was a dark red, foul-smelling bruise.

"Where did the blood come from?"

The man with the bushy beard subconsciously looked up.

That one glance made his blood freeze instantly.

The once lifeless and dilapidated Buddha statue had somehow come to life.

On that blurry stone face, two lines of crimson tears were slowly flowing down, sliding down the cheeks, dripping, dripping... dripping incessantly.

Although the Buddha statue had no eyes, he could clearly feel that there were countless gazes staring intently at him through the void.

A chill emanating from the depths of his soul instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"A ghost...a ghost!!"

Faced with this bizarre scene, the bearded man was so frightened that he took several steps back and sat down on the ground with a thud, dropping the steel pipe in his hand with a clang.

"Big...Big brother, what's wrong?"

The other two thugs were startled by his reaction, but when they looked in the direction the bearded man was pointing, they also felt a chill run down their spines.

In the dimly lit temple, the Buddha statue, its face streaked with blood and tears, stared intently at them with its blurred features, appearing exceptionally eerie.

At that moment, the already dim light around us seemed to become even dimmer.

A heavy stench of blood filled the air, accompanied by a faint murmur, as if countless wronged souls were whispering.