Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Billions of cities are not an illusion.

Every brick has a history.

Every resident can tell stories of their ancestors, what they ate the night before, and blush on the spot because of a shameful childhood memory.

They possess a self more complete than the heartbeat at the bottom of the pit.

At least that's how it appears.

Ji Lin's chain probed into the cover.

The first piece of urban history was immediately bound together, with even the details fitting perfectly with the remaining archives.

"It's true."

His voice was deep.

My heart suddenly tightened.

【So what am I?】

No one can answer that.

Lin Chuan did not compare who looked more like an indigenous person.

He looked up at the white earth above.

All the cities are connected by a thin, almost invisible index line. Each time a resident speaks of the past, the line lights up, sending the answer deep into the archives.

"come out."

Lin Chuan said.

A white finger covered in titles fell from the darkness.

Behind the fingers was a slender body composed of countless catalog cards. It had no normal head; instead, a huge, slowly rotating catalog wheel stood upright on its neck.

With each rotation, an observation field is marked with its purpose.

[Combat sample.]

[Emotional fuel.]

Recycling failed.

[Can be used to transfer ink.]

The catalog wheel finally stopped in front of Lin Chuan.

[High-value off-site pollution, available for acquisition.]

"Index Officer, Registers."

His voice was like a million cards being drawn at once.

"You are more valuable than Zero Shore Assessment."

"How much?"

Lin Chuan asked.

The bookkeepers seemed not to have expected that He would care.

The catalog wheel spun rapidly.

"If the Seven Divine Furnaces and the ability to cross fields are retained, it can be equivalent to 927 regular observation fields."

"If we strip away the self and retain only the evolutionary structure, it is equivalent to 3,100."

"If trained as new executors of the cleanup, their value cannot be immediately estimated."

"Too few."

The catalog wheel stopped for a moment.

Do you consider yourself to be of higher value?

"I'll spare your life."

The black and red Buddha Fist suddenly blasted out.

The book's body instantly exploded into a shower of cards.

Each card was re-sorted as it was scattered.

【attack.】

[High threat.]

[Predictable Response: Avoidance followed by reverse indexing.]

The card dodged the second punch and reformed behind Lin Chuan. A pale, thin line shot out from the Book Wheel and adhered to the Buddha's body.

[Anonymous subject.]

[Temporary Category: Archival Assets]

A terrifying pull came from the thin thread.

Lin Chuan's divine body remained motionless.

The four seals of Burial, Lamp, Stillness, and Fruit in the Seven-Sided Divine Furnace were individually priced and peeled off from the furnace frame. The name seal was temporarily left on the first fragment, and the tidal fire and fire-making were also written as "asset-related energy".

The register is not a means to seize power.

He merely changes the category of power in the archives.

Once something is classified as an asset, the user changes from the owner to the custodian.

"Your furnace is not the whole structure you built."

The register said.

"The material comes from Zero, the five seals come from past authority, the tide fire comes from the mother sea, and the creation of fire also evolved from the original embryos put into the archives."

"You have no right to claim complete ownership."

"That's correct."

Lin Chuan nodded.

"So you can always go to the seventh side."

The catalog wheel spins rapidly.

He wanted to write this acknowledgment as "Lin Chuan relinquishes ownership".

The fire was created before it left the divine furnace.

The tidal fire also flowed out along the sixth side, returning to the currently open passage of the Mother Sea. The four seals of Burial, Lamp, Stillness, and Fruit have no self and are unable to make similar choices, so they temporarily remain between their respective true origins and current usage records.

The Seven-Sided Divine Furnace collapsed on the spot.

All that remains behind Lin Chuan is a broken frame.

The detailed asset profiles in the register also lose their overall objective.

"You destroyed your own core."

"Temporarily dismantled."

What if the component refuses to return to its original position?

"Then let's try a different approach."

The catalogue cannot comprehend this uncertainty.

His classification system relies on stable uses. Weapons must belong to combat, bridges must be for passage, and names must point to the subject. Lin Chuan, however, allowed a power to leave its original position, even allowing himself to become weaker as a result.

"Unclassifiable does not equate to freedom."

The catalog wheel emitted a sharp friction.

"It only means it's obsolete."

"You were once abandoned."

Fang Mo's voice came from the window.

The catalog wheel suddenly stopped.

Among the scattered cards, there was an extremely old catalog flipped over. It didn't have the words "Index Officer" on it, only a line of almost worn-out notes.

[This is a webpage edge-of-page item of unknown origin; it has been temporarily saved.]

The clerk raised his hand, intending to take the card away.

Ji Lin first coiled the chains around it.

"So you don't categorize things either."

That was an inefficient phase.

The sound of the catalogue appeared urgent for the first time.

"No index exists, therefore it cannot be retrieved."

"Unsearchable, death unknown."

"Only after I've found a use for it will I no longer be relegated to the scrap page!"

Lin Chuan looked at Him.

"So you're going to put a card on everyone that they can never tear off?"

"Their purpose makes them visible."

"It also lets you decide how they can live."

The register did not deny it.

The millions of categories on the catalog wheel spun rapidly, like a giant millstone that had lost control due to fear.

He wasn't unaware that labels would cut off something.

He believed that being cut into a small piece was safer than being completely nameless.

"There is no witness outside the archives."

"You will all eventually seek a purpose."

Su Ying suddenly looked up from behind Ji Lin.

"What is my purpose now?"

The register replied:

"Hanging the tent."

"Then I won't pay it back."

She grabbed the card stuck to her gray half-body and used her remaining teeth to slowly bite off the corner of the paper.

The card caused her to convulse in pain.

But a piece of the paper was indeed missing from the corner.

"Has anyone seen it?"

She asked.

Ji Lin answered in a low voice:

"I saw it."

That's enough for now.

He raised his hand and pointed at Ji Lin.

[The on-site manager who failed 99 times.]

[Category: Inefficient Management Tools]

Ji Lin's chains suddenly snapped back, dragging Him toward Ce Mu's side.

The more He struggled, the more His ninety-nine failures proved the accuracy of this classification.

The catalogue then pointed to Su Ying.

[Those whose planned deaths were not completed.]

[Category: Suspended Tent]

Su Ying's grayed-out body immediately continued to disintegrate.

The labels Chen Xingzhou, Giant Ape, and Lu Yu appeared one after another.

Ferry equipment.

Load-bearing tools.

Calculation tools.

Each title captures a part of the truth.

They cut off everything that was left of them.

Lin Chuan lifted the empty furnace frame and walked towards the catalog, following the index line.

Categorization is useful.

"certainly."

"When I kill you, I'll also categorize you."

The catalog wheel lights up.

"What?"

Lin Chuan grabbed the asset card stuck to his body.

It wasn't torn.

On the back of the card, He wrote another current use in black and red divine blood.

[This could be used by Lin Chuan to slap the index officer in the face.]

The card itself is genuine.

The current use is also true.

Before the priority adjustment of the catalog was completed, Lin Chuan had already swung the card and slammed it heavily onto the huge catalog wheel.

Snapped!

A crisp sound echoed across the file shelf.

The book catalog wheel has had three layers of index removed.

The giant ape paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I can understand this category too!"

It grabbed its own load-bearing tool and swung it around, smashing it towards the knee of the book-maker.

Chen Xingzhou did not do as instructed.

He placed the "ferry tool" card at the bow of the boat, allowing those who wished to use it as a tool to do so, and permitting passengers to refuse. The card could no longer represent the entire longboat.

Lu Yu's two civilization lines add 325 different interpretations to "calculation tool".

The indexing system instantly descended into chaos.

The register was enraged for the first time.

"Stop altering the intended use!"

"Purpose is defined in the file!"

He suddenly turned the book wheel.

Millions of complete cities simultaneously emerged from their covers.

Each resident is marked as a "recoverable copy of the original civilization".

If you get a heartbeat at the bottom of the pit, you'll get another card.

[Residual material from cleaning; can be disposed of.]

The book's contents are enclosed with five fingers.

"Since you have to make a choice..."

"The choice is between a complete civilization and a nameless pile of rubble—to live."