Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

The complete old forest rises to the sky.

"Did you add it?"

The person who cleared the files did not deny it.

"Restoring the original file requires the inclusion of security terms."

"When will I agree?"

"The complete subject will agree to the determination of the file."

The six-sided Rubik's Cube of the old forest was spinning violently.

He believed more in the unity of power than the nameless evil Buddha, and was more accustomed to suppressing the weak branches with the will of the strong. Even so, the idea that "the future complete self will definitely agree" still gave him a chill that went deep into his very bones.

This is not about restoring the past.

It's about creating a past that's easy to recycle.

"What's your name?"

Fang Mo suddenly asked the file manager.

"The person performing the cleanup does not need an individual title."

"What about before?"

The white pen stopped.

The tattered catalog wheel attempted to turn to another entry, but was firmly blocked by Ji Lin's chains.

An old card buried at the very bottom was thus unearthed.

The card does not have a serial number.

It depicts a pure white city.

Every household in the city had a thin book hanging outside their door. When a child was born, their first cry would be written down by the parents; when an elderly person died, their last thought would be verified by relatives and friends. They had no gods; they only believed that as long as the records were truthful enough, death could not completely take a person away.

The city is called Baibu City.

The blank title line closest to the heart on the white robe of the archivist belongs there.

"Close the old card."

This was the first time He had spoken in a tone other than a command.

The catalogue scroll trembled.

"The main index is corrupted and cannot be closed."

"Destroy it."

Lin Chuan's broken Buddha's hand pressed down on the old card.

"Let Him speak for Himself."

"This item is unrelated to Zero Shore's file clearing."

"Whether it matters or not, I'll decide after I hear your answer."

The old card unfolds automatically.

In its final year, Baibu City did not encounter any external enemies.

In their records, there appears a child who was never written down by anyone.

The child lives in the east of the city.

Some people remember eating with Him, some remember Him saving them on a rainy night, and some clearly remember Him killing an entire neighborhood.

All memories are real.

However, the page detailing His birth could not be found in any of the books.

The city dwellers named Him "The Unsaid".

The more people record, the more conflicting pasts the untold possess. Sometimes He is a child, sometimes an old man, sometimes He appears on hundreds of streets at once. Later, the dead also began to return home in His face.

The wife embraced her husband, who had already been buried.

The mother refused to let go of her rotting child.

The victim identified the murderer, but the murderer had a completely innocent life.

White Book City was not destroyed by the monster's power.

It was destroyed because it could no longer identify who was in front of it.

When the young recorder returned home for the last time, eight wives were standing outside the door.

They all knew that He had a childhood burn scar on his left shoulder, they all remembered the sudden blue rain on the wedding day, and they could all recite in full the whispered promise that the two of them had made never to be written into the book.

All eight people cried at the same time.

One of them was holding a freshly prepared dinner in his arms.

One of the men, his clothes stained with blood, claimed he had just escaped from an attack by the resurrected.

There was another person who had already decayed, with only his eyes remaining as gentle as in my memory.

"Which of you is her?"

The young recorder asked.

"I."

Eight people answered at the same time.

Who is willing to undergo verification?

Seven people agreed.

The eighth person shook his head.

The young recorder killed the eighth person first.

Because refusing to verify the most likely candidate is the unstated one.

The seven then passed all the tests.

It is recommended to delete all files to avoid leaving any mistakes.

The young recorder stood there all night, knife in hand.

At daybreak, eight corpses lay side by side at the door.

He did not choose a true wife.

It also cannot be proven that the real wife was ever there.

From that day on, He began to believe that only by completely eliminating contradictions could no one else face the same choice.

But on the very edge of the old card, there was still a whisper that hadn't been recorded in the archives.

From the eighth person who refused to validate.

"I refused because the things you asked shouldn't have been repeatedly brought up by strangers."

Upon hearing this, the archivist's white robe tensed abruptly.

He had always used refusal as evidence of guilt.

I never imagined that the refusal might simply be because someone was unwilling to hand over all their privacy to a verification machine just to survive.

"She is the unspeakable one."

"That's what the person in charge of clearing the files said."

The sound was no longer as steady as before.

"evidence?"

Fang Mo asked.

She refused.

"This only proves that she refused."

"The other seven all agree!"

"The fact that the other seven people agree only proves that the other seven people agree."

The area where the person who cleared the files had no face was completely blank.

He had held the pen for millions of years, and for the first time he realized that he had never truly been certain whether his initial strike had been the right one.

The person who cleared the archives wasn't the person who cleared the archives back then.

He was the young recorder in the city responsible for verifying the last thoughts of the deceased.

His name is not on the old card.

Every time it was about to appear, it was erased with a white pen in advance.

He personally executed an untold person who possessed all of his wife's memories.

After the blade fell, that being did not resist, but only asked:

"If I remember loving you, the pain will be the same as hers."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

The young recorder was unable to answer.

The next day, the real wife's corpse awoke underground.

On the third day, seven more wives knocked on the door.

Everyone knows the secret that only the two of them understand.

The file shelf arrived on the ninth day.

They told the young recorder that the unrecorded is not life, but merely a parasite of history that has not been properly indexed. Only by clearing away all the contradictory records could the White Book City preserve an accurate version.

"You believed it?"

The complete old forest and river asked.

"I have no other choice."

"That's what the person in charge of clearing the files said."

"We have no choice but to continue."

Que Ling's voice came from the Zero Bank.

The person clearing the files looked at her.

Two people who had pressed the "continue" button for everyone on the grounds of the survival of civilization briefly looked at each other across the file shelf.

"And the result?"

Que Ling asked.

"Those who did not disclose their information have been removed."

"Where is the city?"

The person clearing the files remained silent.

The old cards continued to be flipped through.

The first round of cleanup removes all resurrected units.

People in the city still remember them.

The second round involves erasing related memories.

The booklet still has blank lines.

The third round removes blank lines.

The number of houses does not match the population.

So the houses were deleted.

If the road becomes incomplete, delete the road.

In the end, in order to ensure that only one accurate history remained for the White Book City, the entire city was reduced to an empty title on the white robes of the archivists.

The archives have kept their promise.

The conflict has indeed disappeared.

The city is gone too.

The young recorder was the only one retained.

He accepted the blank pen, becoming the first executor born from the cleansed civilization. For each observation field emptied, the archives allowed Him to retain a page of the White Book City record.

He has cleansed too many worlds.

The White Book City still only has a title.

"They're lying to you."

Su Ying said softly.

"no."

The archivist gripped the white pen tightly.

"The master file is still there."

"Once all unstable observation fields have been cleared, Whitebook City can be accurately restored."

Have you ever seen a successful recovery?

"The original file will not have any errors."

Answer me.

Lin Chuan suppressed the Buddhist chanting.

Have you seen it before?

After the person in charge of clearing the archives wore a white coat, millions of mouths that had been sewn shut opened silently.

Much later, He said:

"no."

Above the file shelf, the ancient eye that had opened before the first chapter moved once more.

An annotation, visible only to the archivist, appeared inside the white pen.

[The executor's emotions have shifted.]

[Whitebook City's restoration priority has been lowered.]

The person in charge of clearing the archives faced the crowd, but their fingers trembled violently inside their sleeves.

Lin Chuan saw it.

He did not say, "Put down the pen and you can save the city."

Just ask:

"How many more worlds do you need to cleanse for them?"

The white pen was raised.

This time, the pen tip first points to the empty title in the heart of the person clearing the archives.

Then it slowly turned back to Linchuan.

"Until the General Archives provides the accurate original file."

"Including you."