Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

As the old history receded, Lin Chuan's self-anchor suddenly stopped jumping.

He recognized those chapters.

It's not about remembering the content.

Rather, every gap left after the deletion within his body was starving toward those sixty chapters. The incomplete Buddha finger, the early divine power whose origin was lost, the face missing from Chen Xingzhou's memory, and the blank spaces on Xia Xuanyuan's path, all simultaneously generated an almost instinctive attraction.

As long as we let the old history return.

All wounds can be healed.

Lin Chuan could even immediately retrieve his name and shatter the seventh bone in his complete Other Shore God state.

The catalogue also saw this desire.

"History recovery permission has been enabled."

He did not stop him.

Instead, they pushed Chapter Sixty towards Lin Chuan.

"Accept the original file; the unnamed exception classification can be revoked."

"Refusing to use the original file is considered as voluntarily relinquishing ownership of historical data."

The black and red evil Buddha did not accept it.

Who wrote the original file?

"The archives were generated based on observations throughout the entire process."

"Have you deleted it?"

"Necessary error corrections have been completed."

"Then it's not the original."

The catalog wheel emitted a low rumble.

"The memory subject has no right to deny an accurate backup."

"I have no memory of this."

Lin Chuan clenched his fist.

"Precisely because we don't have it, we won't use what you give us to make up for it."

The seventh bone has already reached 50% brightness.

The file clerk and Mo Heng approached from both sides.

If Lin Chuan continues to ask questions, he may lose the only chance to reclaim the old history.

Chen Xingzhou's glass boat rushed towards the direction of the third bone.

No dead were brought back from the ship.

The death record held by the woman holding the baby had an additional line: "Currently Confirmed."

[The file can replicate all of a child's information from before their death.]

She does not accept clones as equivalent to children.

Chen Xingzhou looked at Chapter Sixty.

He still doesn't remember Lin Chuan.

"Do you want this humble monk to keep it for you?"

"How do you determine if it's true or false?"

"This humble monk cannot make a judgment."

"Then how should it be stored?"

"Let each chapter not enter your life at first."

A glass-bottomed boat lies between the forest and the past.

Sixty volumes of files were unloaded onto the deck.

Each volume sank like a dead universe. The souls on the ship saw Lin Chuan, whose memories perfectly matched their own. Some knelt down on the spot, while others cried out the names of gods that had already been erased.

Chen Xingzhou did not immediately believe the numerous testimonies.

"May I be permitted to only look at what you are currently experiencing?"

The first chapter opens silently.

A young man, who had not yet become an evil Buddha, emerged from the paper.

He held a Sacred Cube in his hand, his eyes were wary, but his body only had the faint strength it had at the beginning.

"I remember everything."

"That's what the young man said."

"Who are you?"

Chen Xingzhou asked.

"Lin Chuan".

The name that the heavens could no longer utter was clearly heard from His mouth.

The blank nameplate on the first damaged side suddenly trembled.

The young Lin Chuan, who was called "the proxy," looked up and met the gaze of his past self in the archives, separated by countless worlds.

The two young people have the same face.

A present where only the archived files are retained.

A complete set of the original sixty chapters with a backup file.

"There are two?"

Lin Chi's voice was strained.

There were originally more than two.

Young Lin Chuan looked towards the nameless evil Buddha in the distance.

He did not declare the truth or falsehood for either side.

Chapters Two and Three open in quick succession.

Each volume depicts a different stage in Lin Chuan's life.

Some have just gained power and are not yet accustomed to killing.

Some have become utterly malevolent, believing that the weak can only obey.

Some of them controlled the early divine realm and treated the prayers of believers as their own sustenance.

They are not paper puppets.

Each person possesses a complete self corresponding to the stage in the file, and their first reactions upon seeing each other are not the same.

In Chapter Thirty-Seven, Lin Chuan immediately attacked his other former selves, attempting to devour the power of the same origin.

Chapter Twelve: Lin Chuan turned and fled into the depths of the observation field.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Lin Chuan then stood opposite Chen Xingzhou and said coldly:

"The archives are using us."

"Kill the book first."

Chen Xingzhou did not give the order.

The glass-bottomed longboat opened its different sides, allowing the sixty historians to decide their temporary destination.

Part of the attack files.

Some wanted to seize the current divine body of the Nameless Evil Buddha.

There were also seven people who did nothing but observe their surroundings.

The "original file restoration" of the register has therefore completely lost its unified result.

He attempted to push the sixty historical figures back into the chapters.

Backup files must not be used for purposes other than restoration.

Chapter 59 Lin Chuan punched the index line.

"I just came out."

"You want to recycle again?"

The nameless evil Buddha simultaneously threw a punch from the other side.

Two Lin Chuan, at different stages and distrustful of each other, meet with their fists on the scroll of the book.

boom!

Catalog cards scattered everywhere.

Zhou Kai and the giant ape have already pierced the sixth bone.

Bai Ling and Jiu Jin also cut off Bai Mo's supply.

The fourth bone, which Sukcha was in charge of, was torn apart from the inside by millions of observers who had agreed to see each other.

The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth bones broke off one after another.

Lin Chuan and his old self, from Chapter Fifty-Nine, deliver another punch.

The seventh bone finally couldn't withstand the pressure, and a black and red crack burst out from its base, running across the file shelf.

Total index: spinal collapse.

The title of "Billions of Observers" fell from a great height, like a pale avalanche covering the end of history.

The catalogue has only half a catalogue wheel left, kneeling on the edge of the crack.

He was still clutching a sorting card tightly.

[Original subject of observation: Lin Chuan.]

[Currently identified as an anomaly: Unknown.]

There can only be one original version.

The catalogue was lifted from its tattered roulette wheel.

"Otherwise, all history will lose its identity."

The sixty volumes of old history were suddenly brought together in an avalanche.

Those Lin Chuan who had made different choices in history were forcibly pulled back into the same body by a higher restoration authority.

A black and red evil Buddha, holding a complete six-sided Holy Cube and with no missing parts in its divine body, stepped out of the old chapter.

The moment the complete six-sided Rubik's Cube appeared, the four seals of Burial, Lamp, Stillness, and Fruit in Lin Chuan's incomplete furnace frame were simultaneously pulled apart.

Their earliest formation processes are all in the old history.

According to the ownership of the archives, the intact old forest and river in front of us are more qualified to be used than the nameless evil Buddha.

The burial mark slid forward half an inch.

The light spot also began to deflect.

The nameless evil Buddha was not locked up.

"If you want to leave, then leave."

The four seals have no self and cannot answer like the creation of fire. They can only determine the flow of authority based on the existing structure, usage records, and original source.

The complete old forest and river raised its hand.

"Return to your place."

The six-sided Rubik's Cube emitted a familiar suction force.

The burial seal flew out of the furnace frame in an instant.

It landed between the two evil Buddhas, but did not directly enter the old Rubik's Cube.

Because the initial source supported the old Linchuan, all subsequent records of burial, liability, and non-determined matters remained on the side of the nameless evil Buddha. Two truths stretched a single authority into a narrow, elongated fragment.

The early divine power within Lin Chuan's Buddha body also began to tear apart.

Half of them want to go back to the complete history.

Half of them remember how, after their history was erased, they remained in their current body according to the new identity that was formed later.

The black and red debt monuments did not adjudicate for them.

They simply revealed all the accounts from both sides.

The blank nameplate on the first damaged side vibrated even more violently.

The complete old Lin Chuan reached out to the young Lin Chuan.

Give me back my name.

Young Lin Chuan grasped his employee badge.

"Are you the person it was referring to before?"

"I am you."

"Did He say that too?"

The complete old forest looked towards the nameless evil Buddha.

"He did not have a complete past, but only a result."

A strong sense of familiarity arose in the heart of the young Lin Chuan.

Every glance, every tone of voice from the other person perfectly matched a possible future I might be heading in. If I entrusted my name to Him, all the gaps seemed to disappear instantly.

But that "I am you" sounds just like Zero once claimed that clones are just a continuation of the original.

Young Lin Chuan put his employee ID card back on the table.

"I only promise to keep it until He returns, or I decide not to keep it."

Whether you come back or not is not up to you to decide.

The empty nameplate didn't fly to either side.

He possesses the complete memory of chapters one through sixty.

It also possesses every evolution that is deemed "correct" by the archives.

The intact old forest looked towards the incomplete, nameless, evil Buddha.

There is no hesitation in the eyes of Buddha.

"You are merely an unnamed consequence of my deletion."

"Now."

"It's time to come back."