Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"reject."

Fang Mo said.

The main gate of the archives is not yet fully formed.

He then provided an answer for everyone.

After speaking, Fang Mo stopped talking to himself.

Tao Qing looked at Him.

"What's wrong?"

"I just answered for them."

Fang Mo looked down at the divine body, which was now only half-destroyed.

When the archivists removed His legs, He could still clearly point out that they were stealing His testimony. But as He walked to the front of the General Archives, He became more and more accustomed to being the spokesperson for the "true record."

That refusal might not have been wrong in terms of stance.

In terms of method, it differs from the archives in that it provides answers on behalf of the observed subjects by only one layer of motivation.

"Take it back."

Fang Mo said.

He wrote corrections in the margins of the record book.

[The recorder, Fang Mo, refused to relinquish his right to interpret the events.]

This refusal does not represent the views of other individuals.

A cold light immediately fell from the main archives.

[Submissions not submitted in a unified manner will not be verified against the original historical record.]

"Then we won't use it."

"This is what the old Lin Chuan said."

"Charge in and seize it."

Chen Xingzhou asked:

"You want to see what happens next in history."

"Yes."

"He will not allow viewing unless the right of interpretation is handed over."

"Kill them until they give way."

"That's one answer too."

Chen Xingzhou did not stop him.

He simply moored the glass boat outside the gate, waiting for those willing to join the assault on the old forest to board the boat themselves.

Ji Lin returned from the prison.

He brought only thirteen chains.

"The others disagreed with me taking the main lock."

"Thirteen is enough?"

"The giant ape asked."

"not enough."

"Then what are you coming back for?"

"They allowed me to fight in my personal capacity."

Ji Lin glanced at it.

"Whether it's enough or not is my problem."

The giant ape scratched its head.

"I'm liking you more and more too."

"Get away from me."

Each person made their own choice.

Someone is trying to storm the main archives.

Someone remained on the fractured spine to prevent the catalog from being reassembled.

Many observers have closed their windows, unwilling to delve any deeper into this higher-level war.

Fang Mo wrote each answer in the margin of the page.

When the 37,000th entry was written, the record book could no longer handle the workload.

The spine of the book is broken.

The pages of paper scattered from the middle.

Each page seemed to want to fly to Fang Mo, to reassemble the scattered testimonies into a complete record. If He caught it, it would become the core of the collective record of the cross-field rebels.

Power, authority, and realm can all increase dramatically as a result.

Fang Mo looked at the countless pages of paper, and his heart did stir for a moment.

Only those with sufficiently high recording privileges can stand up against the recorder.

If one does not accept the testimony, it will be scattered across various venues, conflicting with each other, and may even be maliciously altered by later generations. Many who have already sacrificed their lives may never receive an accurate history.

"You want to take it?"

Tao Qing asked.

"think."

Fang Mo made no attempt to hide it.

"And then what?"

"I will be more careful than the files themselves."

"forever?"

Fang Mo remained silent.

He cannot make such a guarantee about his future self.

The archivist looked at Him.

"Without a central record, the facts will decay."

"meeting."

"Lies will replace the dead."

"meeting."

"Are you still giving up?"

"What I'm giving up isn't the record."

Fang Mo raised the black scepter.

"It's about ensuring that all records can only pass through me."

The scepter broke off in the center.

He handed the first half to Tao Qing.

The second half was thrown towards the woman holding the baby on Chen Xingzhou's boat.

The remaining fragments fell along the window into the hands of volunteer witnesses at different observation sites.

Not everyone is fair.

Some people lie.

Some people may delete or modify content for their own benefit.

Some people couldn't withstand the pursuit brought by the record and immediately threw the fragment into the fire after obtaining it.

Fang Mo did not take it back.

The countless sheets of paper lost their single center, each falling to those who were willing to preserve them.

The notebook only has a blank margin around the edge that doesn't hold the text.

Fang Mo wrapped the edge of the page around his mutilated body.

He did not ascend to a new realm.

No one has obtained more accurate omniscience than the master archives.

He merely became a margin that could be attached to different testimonies, allowing for corrections and rebuttals.

The first page is from Tao Qing.

I saw Fang Mo deliberately remove the scepter.

Fang Mo wrote on the side:

[The motivation may include fear of power, or it may include strategic choices made under the circumstances at the time; it cannot be fully confirmed.]

The second page is from the person who cleaned up the archives.

Fang Mo refused to take responsibility for accurate record-keeping.

He did not delete it.

Supplement only in the margins:

[This is from the perspective of the person performing the data wipe.]

Page 3 is from Su Ying.

Fang Mo turned into a circle of very ugly paper.

Fang Mo stared at it for a long time.

"This sentence is unnecessary."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't delete different perspectives?"

Su Ying countered with a question.

For the first time, Fang Mo felt a pang of regret.

In the end, I kept it.

The broken edge of the loose-leaf page extends deeper into the index.

It does not submit a uniform application on behalf of the General Archives; it simply marks each individual record that has been granted current access next to that newly painted door.

One person per line.

Both sides can withdraw.

The "Unified Submission" rules on the main archive door have become blurred.

Fang Mo did not have any deletion rules.

He only proved that there was never a unified entity outside the door that could submit on behalf of everyone.

The door was forced to crack open with countless tiny gaps.

Each item is only enough for one current selection to pass through.

Lin Chuan stood in front of the first seam.

The complete old forest stands on the second line.

The person clearing the files stopped outside the third line, and the white pen did not move forward for a long time.

If He goes in, He is not escorting the person under observation as an executor.

Instead, one should submit one's questions as the final recorder of the White Book City.

A second announcement came from the main archives.

[Dispersion of interpretive authority detected.]

Forced archiving initiated.

Countless black and white chains extended from the cracks in the door.

The thickest one didn't catch Lin Chuan.

It crossed the heavens and wrapped itself directly around the loose-leaf edge of the celestial being.

[The recorder will be recalled first.]

The black and white chains tightened suddenly.

Fang Mo's mangled body was dragged towards the main archives.

He had no complete body to resist, nor could the edge of the page bear the weight of powerful divine force. In the first breath, thirty percent of the emptiness wrapped around his waist was pulled away.

The second breath, the half of the scepter in Tao Qing's hand lit up.

She didn't let go.

The chains immediately included her as part of Fang Mo's record, pale lines spreading from her fingertips toward her heart.

"open."

Fang Mo said.

"Are you ordering me around?"

Tao Qing asked through gritted teeth.

"remind."

"Then I won't let go."

In another observation field, a witness who received a fragment of the scepter immediately let go.

He was unwilling to accept the consequences for Fang Mo.

The record immediately detached from the edge of the loose-leaf pages and was taken away by the General Archives.

Fang Mo did not accuse Him of betrayal.

The fact that the record book is distributed means that the holder can change the answer in the future.

In the third place, someone burned the fragments.

Fourthly, the woman holding the baby pressed the record under the death certificate, temporarily preventing either party from reading it.

Fifthly, an observation post supporting the General Archives voluntarily handed over the testimony to the black and white chains.

The pages on Fang Mo's body were becoming increasingly tattered.

It is also becoming increasingly difficult to reclaim it as a complete objective.

Each time the chain is pulled back a segment, the other segment changes position at the holder's current choice. For the General Archives to declare "all Fang Mo records archived," it must first write these unrelated individuals as a single entity.

The first bone has already been shattered by Lu Yu.

The unified subject rule cannot be restored.

Fang Mo was pulled to the door and suddenly grabbed the chain.

"I can go in."

Tao Qing's expression changed.

"Do you agree to have it revoked?"

"disagree."

Fang Mo looked into the room.

"I only agree with this margin entry that I wrote myself."

He tore off a small strip of blank cloth wrapped around his left arm.

The blank space slid along the chain into the main archive.

The remaining loose-leaf pages were all left outside the door next to the different testimonies.

The chains tried to trace the whole, but only found one fact: Fang Mo was currently allowing a small part of himself to enter.

After that small circle of the page edge touched the ground, he immediately wrote a note on the back of the door.

The General Archives exists here.

[The above view is what the visitor sees at this point; the view from outside the hall may vary.]

The black and white gate shook violently.

A witnessing path that did not rely on an invitation from the General Archives was marked out by Fang Mo from inside the door.

Chen Xingzhou propelled the glass boat.

There was no judge's bench behind the crack in the door.

What appeared first was a gray river made up of countless deleted names.

Millions of living beings stand in the river.

They were not restored.

He did not completely become Bai Mo.

Everyone is waiting for the archives to decide whether they are considered dead, a mistake, or material for reconstruction.

In the deepest part of the river, a faceless child raised his head.

"The Ferryman".

He asked Chen Xingzhou.

"Whose lives are you sending us back to?"