Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

As the train accelerated, the scenery outside the window changed rapidly.

The pink haze that seemed to hang over Japan forever was finally left behind.

As the last wisp of sweet fragrance was blown away by the wind.

Inside the carriage, a strange change occurred.

Originally, the Japanese "passengers" who were sitting in their seats, dressed in various outfits and whispering among themselves, were now sitting in their seats.

It was like a holographic projection with poor contact, which started to flicker violently.

zizi...

Their bodies gradually became transparent and blurred.

In the end, it turned into countless gray-white dust particles, drifting into the dim air of the carriage.

In just a few seconds.

The once crowded and noisy carriage instantly became empty and deathly silent.

Only the coughing clone controlled by Lin Chuan remained, sitting alone in the corner.

This instantaneous clearing is more eerie than a car full of eeriness; it evokes a sense of absurdity and strangeness stemming from the very nature of the rules.

"It's not just about moving in space..."

"It also seems to involve... dimensional crossing."

Lin Chuan, far away at the Temple of Rebirth, calmly analyzed the situation from the perspective of the coughing ghost clone.

The train was still speeding along.

The view outside the window was no longer a pitch-black void, but a desolate expanse of land.

This is... the continent of Idfu.

I don't know how much time passed.

Buzzing...creaking!

The train appeared to stop briefly at an unnamed small station.

The car door opened and then closed.

Several survivors, panicked and desperate to escape some terrifying presence, stumbled and rushed into the car.

"Thank God! We finally have a car!"

"Quick! Drive! Those monsters are coming!"

They cried out in surprise, thinking they had grasped a lifeline.

however.

When they saw the deathly silence in the carriage, as if time had frozen, and the strange man in the corner who was hunched over and coughing from time to time.

The joy on his face froze instantly.

next second.

The stale, decaying smell that permeated the carriage suddenly rushed into their mouths and noses.

Pfft!Pfft!

Several muffled thuds.

These survivors, their eyes wide open, fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Their bodies quickly dried and weathered, as if a thousand years had passed in an instant.

In the end, they turned into several skeletons, and then... the skeletons disappeared inside the car.

Clearly, they had triggered some kind of train "rules".

Lin Chuan watched all of this with indifference.

There is no pity in their hearts.

In times of terror, pity for the dead is meaningless.

The train continued its journey.

We passed through dense forests and crossed dry riverbeds.

As the train was about to leave the continent of Idfu and approach the edge of the legendary and most mysterious western continent.

A strange passenger suddenly boarded the bus.

This is a man.

His attire was completely out of place on this dilapidated, terrifying death train.

He was wearing a well-tailored white tuxedo that shimmered even in the dim light.

On her left wrist, she wore a solid gold watch studded with small diamonds.

In his right hand, he held a large, vintage brass alarm clock.

tick tock...tick tock...

The ticking of the alarm clock was clear and rhythmic, as if counting down the passing of some kind of life.

The man's skin had a unique reddish-brown hue, like carefully fired clay, with a healthy and mysterious sheen.

The man had a head of dazzling blond hair that was combed meticulously, and his pair of azure eyes were as deep as two tranquil lakes.

After he got on the bus.

Unlike the unlucky ones before him, he did not die suddenly.

Instead, it was as if they had returned to their own backyard, walking with elegance and composure.

Ignoring the eerie atmosphere inside the train, he walked straight to the corner of the carriage and stopped in front of the coughing clone controlled by Lin Chuan.

"This... friend."

The man spoke.

He spoke fluent, standard official language of the Flame Dragon Empire, his pronunciation clear and resonant, with an elegant, magnetic quality like that of a cello.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

He pointed to the empty seat opposite the coughing man, a gentle and polite smile on his face.

The coughing monster controlled by Lin Chuan did not look up.

Its head remained bowed, like a soulless corpse.

There was neither a response nor a refusal.

"Silence, in a certain ancient etiquette, usually represents acquiescence."

The man didn't seem to mind Lin Chuan's indifference.

He gave a graceful bow, then gently brushed away non-existent dust from the chair and sat down steadily.

tick tock...tick tock...

The large alarm clock in his hand was placed on the small table between the two of them.

The crisp sound of the needle ticking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent carriage.

Let me introduce myself.

The man adjusted the solid gold buttons on his cuffs and looked gently at the coughing ghost clone.

"My name is Sharang Hezziewey."

"A traveler who wanders the world..."

Lin Chuan still did not respond.

But his senses were already firmly locked onto the man in front of him.

living person?

No.

Although blood flows in the man's body, and he has a heartbeat and body temperature.

But under Lin Chuan's Buddha-like eyes, which could see through illusions.

This man... is clearly a terrifying source of energy that has been highly compressed and anthropomorphized by rules!

Clearly, the man is a "lawful taboo" with human intelligence!

It seemed that they had noticed Lin Chuan's spying.

Xia Lange's smile deepened.

He leaned forward slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his azure eyes.

"What an interesting puppet clone technique."

"Although the disguise was so perfect, it even fooled the train's senses..."

"But... it's just a shell, without a soul."

"Your true form shouldn't be here, right?"

Their identities were exposed.

Lin Chuan remained unmoved.

But the coughing clone he controlled slowly raised its head and, for the first time, looked directly at the man in front of it with its gray, lifeless eyes.

A chilling aura, unique to S-class forbidden beings, spread from the coughing ghost...

It was as if it were a warning.

"Oh, don't be so nervous."

Xia Lange waved his hand, seemingly oblivious to the chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

"I have said that I am just a traveler, or... a devout preacher."

"I am different from those lowly beings who only know how to kill and spread chaos."

Speaking of it.

His expression suddenly became solemn, even carrying a hint of fanatical piety.

He took out a card with intricate patterns printed on the back from his pocket and gently placed it under the large alarm clock on the table.

"Have you ever heard of... fate?"

"In this collapsing world, everything is a chess piece, and only that great being controls the course of the game."

"My Lord... is the supreme ruler of [Chess and Card Games]."

"He tells us that the back of every card is inscribed with a predetermined destiny."

"Whether it is life, death, destruction, or rebirth..."

"If you are willing to turn over this card and submit to my Lord..."

While he was rambling on and on about his faith.

Lin Chuan, far away at the Temple of Rebirth, felt a slight stirring in his mind.

The system panel opened instantly, and a red message appeared in his mind.

[Object detection in progress...]

[Name: Sharanger Hezziewey.]

[Identity: Fate's Familiar, Lawful Taboo.]

[Rank: S-Rank, Tier 7!]

Sequence: 86

[Subject: The Divine Court of Fate (The Master of Chess and Card Games)]

[Ability Description: Possesses bizarre rules such as "Time Deviation," "Misfortune Shuffling," and "Fate Swap." Extremely dangerous! Master is advised to remain vigilant!]

S-rank, seventh level!

Sequence 86!

Lin Chuan felt a slight chill.

This was the first time he had encountered a forbidden sequence ranked so high.

Furthermore, the other party is a member of the "Dominator's" clan.

Dominator...

That corresponds to a terrifying existence at SSS level 4-6!

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan became even more wary of Xia Gelan.

He didn't want to have any further interaction with the other party, so he controlled the coughing clone to slowly turn his head and cast his gaze out the window.

Upon closer inspection...

His attention was instantly drawn to it.

I don't know when.

The view outside the window has completely changed.

The mountains, deserts, and oceans that were originally outside the train have all disappeared.

Instead.

It is a wall.

A gray wall of mist that stretches to the sky and seems to have no end!

The fog was so thick it was almost tangible, churning and surging, like a vertical gray ocean.

That's... the border of the Western Continent!

It is an absolute forbidden zone that even Lin Chuan's [Blood Raven Servant] cannot penetrate or spy on!

And at this very moment.

This death train, carrying countless secrets, shows no sign of slowing down.

Ugh—!

It was accompanied by a long, mournful cry that seemed to tear the soul apart.

The train crashed headlong into the gray fog.

"hehe……"

Seeing this, Xia Lange stopped preaching, elegantly picked up the card, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"It seems... we're about to enter the 'Unknown Theater'."

"Good luck to you too... my friend."

next second.

The gray fog swallowed everything.

The world outside the car window had completely turned into a chaotic gray-white.

Even the sensory connection between Lin Chuan and his clone became blurred in that instant, as if it were being forcibly severed by some kind of rule!