Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Ninety-nine nameless evil Buddhas simultaneously threw punches.

They do not have the name Lin Chuan.

There is no history of old wars.

They even have a beating "true anchor of self".

In the brief span of three breaths, the file shelf replicated all observable structures of the Black and Red Evil Buddha. The unknown area on the seventh side could not be replicated, so it was replaced by ninety-nine hollow black mists.

Each wisp of black mist was marked as "to be completed in the future".

The first punch landed on the Buddha's face.

The black-and-red evil Buddha took half a step back.

The second punch landed squarely on his chest.

The true anchor within His divine body trembled as if facing ninety-nine identical self-affirmations.

"Now you know why you should try it?"

The chained man stood behind the cover.

Lin Chuan still couldn't see Him, only an arm and chains covering half the world.

"For the first ninety-nine times, each rescuer passed the initial verification."

"There is no need to falsify records."

"It only needs to make a copy of the real one, and then let the real and the fake kill each other."

The ninety-nine evil Buddhas approached for the third time.

Lin Chuan raised his fist.

He did not discern whose divine power was purer.

All the replicas are real power.

There is no comparison of whose memory is more complete.

He is now missing most of the old history.

He asked only one question.

"Why did you attack me?"

The ninety-nine replicas answered simultaneously:

"Rescue verification complete."

"Who decides?"

"Archival tasks".

"Can I exit?"

The clone quieted down.

They also possess a true anchor within them, yet from birth, they are programmed with a single mission. Their so-called self-affirmation can only repeatedly oscillate on the narrow track of "I am a rescuer."

The first replica attempted to retreat.

A white crack immediately appeared on his chest.

[Deviates from sample behavior.]

[Execute the recycling.]

Fear flashed across his eyes.

Lin Chuan threw a punch straight at his face.

But before touching His nose, it suddenly opened up, its five fingers grasping the crack in the retraction.

"Want to stop?"

The clone felt a tightness in its throat.

"I have no idea."

"Then I won't know for now."

The seven-faced furnace created an exit door beside Him.

The door doesn't lead to the Linchuan Divine Realm, but only to a discarded page that hasn't been assigned a purpose yet.

The copy stood still.

The remaining ninety-eight evil Buddhas have already attacked from all sides.

He finally stepped through the door.

They recovered the cracks and followed up.

They did not protect Him from the fire.

The door had already left the divine furnace; whether it could withstand the power of the cleanup was up to the replica to decide how to use it. It glanced back at Lin Chuan, gripped the doorframe with both hands, and for the first time used its divine power outside of its mission.

"I won't fight yet."

He said.

The door frame slammed shut.

The white crack was snapped off in an instant.

The next moment, the entire waste page was cleared and recycled.

Whether the clone survives or not, no one can see.

But the phrase "Let's not fight yet" has already been uttered.

The remaining ninety-eight evil Buddhas exhibited varying degrees of sluggishness in their movements.

Lin Chuan rushed into their midst.

One punch and it's smashed.

It's not because they are counterfeit.

Instead, each of them still chooses to kill Him in the present moment.

Black and red Buddha blood and the replicated divine blood were spilled simultaneously, their color, scent, and even the sensation of pain identical. The chained one could no longer determine the authenticity of the blood based on whose was spilled.

But He saw it more carefully.

Before each move, Lin Chuan would give his opponent a very short pause.

Those who choose to continue will die.

Those who attempt to deviate will find the door created by the Seven-Sided Furnace.

Of the ninety-nine replicas, seven were eventually discarded.

The eighty-two statues were shattered on the spot.

The remaining ten statues suddenly merged into one, transforming into a white pen that pierced the Buddha's heart from behind Lin Chuan.

Just before the white pen took shape, a piece of iron on the red earth suddenly tilted.

The child who spoke earlier was pinned to the page.

The last link of the chain around her neck was engraved with a clear date: Today, she died during her 100th rescue.

This death is not a prophecy.

The conclusions were written in advance in the archives to ensure a closed-loop verification process.

The child's name is Su Ying.

This name was not entered into the main archives; it was used privately only by her and three others. Whenever the archivists inspected the archives, they would temporarily change the pronunciation, which is why it has survived for 1,300 years without being completely removed from the records.

Su Ying saw the ten evil Buddhas merge into one.

She can do nothing.

Once the rescuer dies, the hundredth verification will be completed, and the archives may allow the prison to live a little longer, as they have in the past.

But she also saw that when the first clone said, "I won't fight first," the death chain on its chest loosened for a moment.

"Lord Ji Lin."

She suddenly spoke.

"Can I touch this lock?"

Just as the chained man was about to launch a sneak attack on Lin Chuan, he heard this and shouted sharply:

"Don't touch it!"

"Will it trigger a death record prematurely?"

"yes!"

"But it originally said that I would die today."

Su Ying was trembling with fear.

She is not some hidden powerhouse.

The nail on the iron plate moved slightly, and blood flowed down her shoulder blade. She didn't even know if the evil Buddha outside was worth saving; she only knew that if everyone continued to act according to the written conclusions, there would be a hundred and first trap next time.

"I want to try something different."

She clutched the last ring on her chest.

The date of death immediately lit up.

Su Ying's body turned to ash on one side.

She didn't let go, and threw the entire chain towards the white pen.

"I didn't agree to die like this today!"

The chain entangled the white pen for a moment.

Only for a moment.

Lin Chuan grabbed the pen handle with his other hand and deflected it half an inch away from the Buddha's Heart.

The blow, which was originally destined to kill, pierced through the right sternum.

Ji Lin stood at a distance, his raised killing move frozen in his hand.

For the past thirteen hundred years, He has always said that the beings in the arena cannot withstand trial and error.

Now, the weakest child has used half his life to buy everyone a deviation that was not approved by Him.

"Su Ying".

He called out that private name for the first time in front of the files.

The child only had half a face left, but he still grinned.

You mispronounced it.

"Survive and correct yourself."

Ji Lin finally changed the direction of his attack.

The chained men suddenly attacked.

Ninety-nine chains bound Lin Chuan's limbs.

"Now!"

He roared.

At the end of the chain, the world inside the cover revealed its outline for the first time.

It was a vast, red land without a sky.

Countless lives were nailed to upright iron plates, each with a chain around their chest inscribed from birth to death. Before they even reached death, the final link was already fastened.

The chained man finally revealed half of his face.

His face was young, but his eyes were like two rusty ancient wells.

"Throw the pen away!"

Lin Chuan did not turn around.

"You just tried to kill me."

"I want to now too."

"Then why help?"

"He wants to write down my people."

The chain-bearer removed all the chains from Lin Chuan's divine body and instead tightened the white pen that had pierced the Buddha's heart.

"I can kill you."

"The file won't do."

Lin Chuan laughed loudly.

The laughter shook the thousands of iron plates on the crimson earth.

He turned his hand around, grabbed the white pen that pierced his heart, and pulled it out along with a piece of his own breastbone.

Black and red divine blood was splashed onto the cover.

I want to return the white pen.

The chain-breaker's ninety-nine failed records are all taut.

"Ninety-nine times, I remember every single one of them."

"This time it's your turn to stay!"

Lin Chuan delivered a powerful punch.

The white pen shattered into countless fragments.

The debris did not disappear; instead, it transformed into a new file command.

[100th rescue attempt: Failed.]

[Initiate the overall burning of pages at the prison's disciplinary site.]

White flames ignited at the edge of the red earth.

The chained man looked at Lin Chuan, his chest heaving violently.

Listen carefully.

"My name is Ji Lin."

"I'm not asking you to save me."

"Open the exit for me."

"Whether they leave or not, let them decide for themselves."