Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"Who says only one can live?"

Lin Chuan asked.

The catalog wheel stopped rotating.

"Only one valid index can be retained for the same observation field."

"Both the complete city and the remnants of the cleared-up documents claim to have inherited the original site, which constitutes a conflict of identity."

"One of them must be deleted."

"Did He make a claim?"

Lin Chuan pointed to the bottom of the pit, his heart pounding.

The catalog did not provide an answer.

The heartbeat never claimed to be the last survivor.

Its very first question was whether it would be restored to the civilization mentioned in the title. What it feared was someone claiming a past that could no longer be verified for it.

In the entire city, a white-haired scholar walked to the front.

"We possess all the memories."

"Our language, bloodline, and history can corroborate each other."

"If we are not the original civilization, then who are?"

Lin Chuan looked at Him.

When will you wake up?

"I have never been asleep."

"Did you witness the file clearing process firsthand?"

The white-haired scholar opened his mouth.

He remembered the day before the cleanup, the pedestrians on the street, and the cup of bitter tea he drank in his study. A moment later, his memory went directly to the city rising just now.

There were no deaths in between.

There was no resistance.

"The archives preserved us."

He said this at the end.

The catalog turned a page with satisfaction.

[The copies are considered consecutive.]

Lin Chuan asked again:

"If it's proven you were just created, do you still want to live?"

The white-haired scholar was stunned.

Countless residents behind Him began to stir.

Some people angrily denounced it as an insult.

The fact that some people persist in remembering is enough to prove it.

Another young woman looked down at her hands, wondering for the first time if her fingerprints had just been printed.

"answer."

Lin Chuan did not lower his voice just because they might be fake.

"If it's not the original one, should I still live?"

The white-haired scholar's face grew paler and paler.

"want."

As soon as the word was uttered, all the index lines in the sky above the city vibrated simultaneously.

For the first time, His survival no longer depended on His "original civilization copy" identity.

"Then let's start by changing the name from the original one."

Lin Chuan lifted the furnace frame.

"I do not acknowledge you as former members."

"Just because you are not the old people does not mean that the register has the right to kill."

The young woman looked up.

"Then what are we?"

"It's up to you."

"But our memories could all be false!"

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

Her fingertips were being cut by the index line.

Fresh blood dripped down his palm.

"pain."

"This time it's for real."

The woman stared at the blood.

Fear, confusion, and a newly emerging anger no longer require the approval of ancestral history.

She grabbed the index line and pulled it downwards with force.

The line is not broken.

More residents began to do the same thing.

The clerk shouted sternly:

"By separating from the original civilization's index, you will lose all identity protection!"

The white-haired scholar asked:

"What does the guarantee include?"

"The records acknowledge your existence."

"cost?"

"Reconstruct the original observation process according to the intended purpose of restoration."

Future plans appear above the complete city.

They will be reintroduced into a closed world, repeating the rise and fall, disasters and erasures of the old civilization. Each time a deviation occurs, the indexer will delete the deviating individuals until all results perfectly match the archive template.

The so-called resurrection.

It's just making a group of new self-identities forever play the roles of people who are already dead.

The white-haired scholar closed his eyes.

He couldn't bear to part with those memories.

The bitter tea in the study, his deceased wife, the smiles of his students when they wrote out a formula correctly for the first time—all these memories were so vivid they caused him heartache. If he admitted he wasn't the same person he used to be, where should he place all this love and sorrow?

"I don't burn my memories."

He finally spoke.

"But I no longer use it to prove that I have to live my life again for someone else."

The index line burst open from His chest.

The names of ancestors given in the archives faded one by one.

He did not immediately give himself a new name.

First, become an unknown newcomer who knows many old stories but doesn't pretend to be one of them.

More and more residents are making their choices.

Not all of them leave the index.

Some people, unable to bear the collapse of their identity, voluntarily clung to their records, demanding to continue as the original civilization revived.

Lin Chuan did not sever it for Him.

"They will be controlled!"

Ji Lin said angrily.

"The cost has been explained."

"But they made the wrong choice!"

"You want to be the only right person again?"

Ji Lin gritted his teeth.

The chains were raised and lowered.

He could only make copies of the future plans shown in the book and send them repeatedly to those who were still willing to accept the index, to ensure that they knew what they would face.

Even after the third time, some people still hadn't changed.

Ji Lin's face turned ugly, but he stepped back.

The heartbeat at the bottom of the pit vibrated gently.

They all have a choice.

What about me?

Lin Chuan ordered the fire-making to stop at the edge of the pit.

The exit is here.

I don't require you to become anyone else.

The heartbeat did not start immediately.

[If my situation is just a side effect of the data wipe, can I still leave?]

"able."

What if I go out and hurt someone?

"We'll settle the score based on the people you injured."

[Won't they kill me prematurely just because I come from the dregs?]

"Won't."

A slow heartbeat emerges from the crater.

It had no body, only a ball of dark light that changed shape with each pulse. As it approached the exit, it glanced back at the entire city.

Suddenly, a white finger from the book pressed down from above the city.

Remove any remaining debris from its original location.

[Treat as pollution spread.]

The dark heartbeat was enveloped by the shadow of the finger, and its beating immediately slowed down.

Lin Chuan is currently being held back by his tens of thousands of assets.

Just as Ji Lin raised the chain, Su Ying, standing behind him, bit off the last corner of the "Suspended Tent" card first. She threw the blood-stained card at Zhiying.

"This account says I'll die today."

"I'm not dead yet."

"Your classifications should first be compensated to me!"

The hanging tent expanded in mid-air, transforming into an unfinished death. If the register insists on absolute accuracy in its classification, it must first explain why Su Ying is still able to speak.

The white finger paused for a moment.

Ji Lin took the opportunity to entangle his fingers with the chains.

The white-haired scholar, along with those willing to break free from the index, simultaneously pulled hundreds of thousands of identity lines to the other side.

Their power is far less than that of the book.

Fingers were worn raw and bled, and many people were even cut in two on the spot by the index line.

But every pain belongs to a newly born entity.

The archives can no longer use the authority to restore the old civilization to answer their questions.

"Now!"

Su Yingchao shouted, her heart pounding.

The heartbeat offered no thanks, nor did it wait for everyone to pave the way.

It suddenly contracted, taking advantage of the pause in the white finger to crash into the transparent exit.

When the register was restored and corrected, only one unnamed aftershock remained behind the door.

The city did not recognize it as its ancestor.

It also did not recognize the city as its descendant.

The two entities that emerged after the cleanup passed each other by, each going their own way.

The catalog wheel spun wildly.

"The identity conflict remains unresolved."

"The index cannot be closed."

"The abnormal branch must be cleaned up!"

He inserted his ten fingers into the file shelf.

A colossal white spine, piercing through billions of observation fields, rises from the darkness. Each joint is a master index, recording how all worlds should be discovered, categorized, restored, and destroyed.

Fang Moyuan was on the shore of Zero. He only glanced at it, and the record book tore in two.

"He will rewrite the master catalog."

Lu Yu arrived at even worse conclusions from both lines of civilization.

"All observation fields that have responded to the window will be grouped into the same anomaly branch."

"After the re-editing is completed, cross-site file clearing will be initiated simultaneously."

The white spine lights up segment by segment.

The number exceeds the upper limit that any civilization matrix can calculate in real time.

On the first section of the bone, the title of Zero Shore has already appeared.