Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

The white pen falls.

The target is not some nameless forest.

Instead, it's the old White Book City card that has just been released.

[Delete the individual's leaked history.]

The person responsible for clearing the archives must personally erase their hometown once again.

Lin Chuan punched the tip of the pen.

The white ink and the black and red divine blood exploded simultaneously.

"Didn't you say it had nothing to do with Zero Shore?"

"Executors should not retain individual records that could affect their judgment."

"Then why are you shaking?"

The faceless section of the file cracked for the first time.

There were no facial features in the crack.

There are only countless doors in the City of the White Book. Behind each door stands someone He once knew, and later personally removed from the book.

"Because individual records can contain errors."

Who should bear the responsibility for the mistake?

"I."

"You're the one who got deleted too?"

Lin Chuan pressed his fist down further.

The back of the archives beneath the feet of the person clearing the files collapsed inch by inch.

"They are no longer here."

"So you can say for them that it doesn't hurt?"

"I didn't say that."

"You said it when you made them into ink."

The black and red debt tablets were suddenly unfurled.

Baibu City is not on the monument.

That period of history has been erased, and Lin Chuan cannot use an old card to collect debts for all the city's residents.

The inscription on the monument only contains facts that can be confirmed at present.

The White Robe, the inventor, used the remnants of more than 300 million nameless individuals.

He just tried to delete Fang Mo.

He issued the order to burn the pages in the prison.

He added unauthorized recycling clauses to the complete old forest.

Every single one happens in the present.

The file clerk suddenly swept across the debt monument.

The current testimonies are incomplete.

[The executor's complete mission background is missing.]

The debt determination is invalid.

The surface of the monument was not broken.

The tent above began to shake.

This rebuttal is not entirely wrong.

Lin Chuan truly didn't know how many similar untold tragedies the file-cleansing personnel had faced, nor did he know whether certain observation sites had ever actively requested their removal. To write all file-cleansing as massacres would be to condemn unknown history with a one-sided present view.

"Fang Mo".

Lin Chuan said.

"Don't try to add background information to the monument."

"That account will be unstable."

"If it's going to be unstable, it will be unstable."

Black and Red Debt Monument proactively erased the unprovable inference that "all records were filed without consent".

Only retain the specific consequences that each current witness can confirm.

The woman holding the baby only confirmed that her voice had just been taken away.

Su Ying only confirmed that the order to burn the prison records was not consulted with her.

The blue leaf only confirmed that it was being used as white ink, and said it was in pain.

There are fewer testimonies.

The weight of the debt monument is actually more substantial.

The person who cleaned up the archives wrote annotations such as "background missing," "motive unclear," and "potential crisis."

These annotations were allowed to be left next to the stele.

He could no longer use unknown possibilities to automatically offset a confirmed injury.

"You need the complete background information."

Lin Chuan said.

"It can be checked."

"Stop writing until you've finished your investigation."

"cannot."

Why?

"Stopping the cleanup process will allow cross-venue contamination to continue to spread."

"So you'd rather kill the wrong person first?"

"Errors can be corrected after restoring the original file."

"Even dead people can do that?"

"An accurate copy can be restored."

Upon hearing this, the six-sided Rubik's Cube suddenly trembled.

He is the exact copy.

It is precisely because of their sense of self that they understand better than anyone else that "restoring the same one" does not mean that the person whose image was deleted was never harmed.

"I am not your undo button for correcting mistakes."

He said in a cold voice.

For the first time, the file clearer was facing two of Lin Chuan's fists simultaneously.

"The debts of your hometown will be borne by your hometown itself."

Lin Chuan said.

"These are things I saw with my own eyes."

The titles on the white coats of the archivists lit up one by one.

He did not refute the facts.

"If the information is not properly documented, the unstated information will spread."

"possible."

"Observational field mutual vision will allow Him to enter all worlds."

"possible."

"Are you still keeping the window open?"

Ask before opening the window.

For the first time, the person clearing the files' voice carried anger.

"Agreeing cannot prevent disaster!"

"I did not say I could."

"Then what's the point of your rules?"

"When disaster strikes, it's because we all made the wrong choices."

Lin Chuan's mutilated Buddha face drew closer to Him.

"You're not the only one who's afraid, so you've buried everyone else in advance."

The archivist suddenly flipped his white pen.

Countless dead from the White Book City poured out of the cracks.

They have no physical bodies, only faces from the memories of the archivists.

The untold person who possessed the memories of his wife was also among them. She stood at the end of the white pen, her eyes devoid of hatred, retaining only the questions she had before her execution.

"If the pain is the same."

"Why can't I be her?"

The person clearing the files froze.

This is not a file attack.

It is the voice that He Himself never truly listens to when He puts pen to paper.

"You are not her."

"I know."

The unstated person answered.

The person clearing the files suddenly looked up.

She never said those words in the old card.

"Who are you?"

"The thing that just appeared from your current memory."

She looked at her hands.

"I have her memories, and I also have this moment that just came about after you split open."

"So I am not her."

"It may not necessarily be something that was not mentioned."

The person cleaning up the files instinctively picked up a pen, wanting to categorize it.

The pen tip remained suspended in mid-air.

If she were to write "flickering memories," her current self would become noise.

If a "wife copy" is written, the initial chaos in Whitebook City will be repeated.

"What would you like to call me?"

Su Ying asked.

The woman shook her head.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

"Then don't call it yet."

As the archivist looked at the two individuals who were in no hurry to name them, his grip on the pen tightened.

The complete old Lin Chuan made his move at this moment.

The six-sided Rubik's Cube hit the white pen from the side.

"I don't care about your hometown."

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Remove Chapter Sixty, the security clause."

The file clearing staff were driven away, and large sections of their white robes were torn open.

"Once the original file is restored, the security terms cannot be revoked."

"Then I'll destroy you too."

The choice made by the old Linchuan is very similar to that of the past.

It is tough and direct, and will not allow external forces to override its own.

He truly didn't care whether the survivors of White Book City would be killed by the fist wave.

Lin Chuan stepped in front of the unnamed woman.

The fists of the two evil Buddhas clashed.

"Are you protecting the person who cleared the files?"

"I protect those who are behind Him."

"They're all fakes created from a single memory!"

"The nine of you just now were also generated from old historical records."

"They are the seat of God."

Does this sound familiar?

Lin Chuan's expression froze.

Zero also referred to all finished products as a continuation of himself.

He thought that since he possessed the complete history, he wouldn't make the same mistake again. But Chapter Sixty in the archives clearly didn't include the changes brought about by the later Battle of Zero Shore.

This is not a lie of His own making.

He really stopped at chapter sixty.

Old Linchuan slowly withdrew his fist.

"I need to see what history will bring."

"You can look at it."

"Give me."

"I don't have any either."

Both evil Buddhas simultaneously looked toward the crack in the central index.

After the spine was broken, the path to a deeper level became apparent. There stood a black and white hall without doors or windows, and countless sealed "original files" hung outside the hall.

Each original file is stamped with an eye-shaped seal.

The person in charge of clearing the archives said:

"General Archives Court".

"All accurate history is judged there."

"Who makes the decision?"

Fang Mo asked.

Deep within the white ink, the annotation that lowered the priority of White Book City flashed once more.

The person who was cleaning up the archives did not read out the names of the annotators.

He only said:

"The Chief Recorder".

The black and white hall seemed to have heard this name.

A door that never existed before slowly began to take shape on the wall.

An announcement came from inside the door.

[Zero Shore observation subjects and unnamed branches are permitted to submit original history verification.]

[Price: Relinquishing all current right to self-interpretation.]