Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"Executor".

The sound of the main archives rose from the courtroom floor.

"Put down the pen."

The person responsible for clearing the files didn't do anything.

The old card of the White Book City still hangs behind Him. That city, now only a title, is like a wound that had long since scabbed over and then torn open again.

If He does not put pen to paper, He will lose His authority as executor.

The general archives will also continue to lower the priority of Whitebook City's recovery.

If you put pen to paper, all entities with the same name will be excluded from the proceedings. The recorder can complete the retrieval by selecting "unqualified noise" without answering any questions.

"You can stop."

An unnamed woman stood beside Him.

She retains the memories of being a wife, but no longer claims to be one.

The person clearing the files doesn't look at her.

"Once it stops, White Book City can never be restored."

"Who told you that?"

"Master Archives".

"He lied to you once."

"The security terms are for controlling samples and do not mean that the original file does not exist."

"You still want to gamble?"

The person clearing the files tightened their fingers.

He gambled for too long.

If one were to accept that the end point never existed, then there would be no reason to tolerate any of the worlds that had been cleared away before.

"Put down the pen."

The General Archives urged them for the second time.

The white pen was finally raised.

Lin Chuan did not try to persuade him.

There is no intact old forest or river either.

The two evil Buddhas stood behind different door cracks, waiting for their own choice.

The scribe's pen fell on the ground of the trial.

[Delete name: Lin Chuan.]

All the heavens fell silent.

In the first fragment, the empty nameplate splits open from the center.

Young Lin Chuan's name tag on his chest has completely disappeared.

The company system, colleagues' address books, and Lin Chi's current memory—all traces pointing to those two words—were simultaneously blank.

The young man held onto the corner of the table.

It's not a loss of power.

It's like the entrance to oneself that is most often called upon by others has been ripped away. He knows he is still there, but he cannot tell the other side "who I am" with any sound.

Lin Chi rushed over.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but could not utter a name.

Even the question "What was your original name?" feels like it's been hollowed out.

Chapter One: My Old Self stood outside the threshold, my body rapidly becoming transparent.

His entire self was attached to the name index in the first chapter. Once the name was deleted, the Holy Cube passed through his palm, and the early memories became empty scenes with no protagonist.

"who I am?"

He asked in a murmur.

Young Lin Chuan had no answer.

The original, intact forests and valleys were hit even harder.

The remaining fifty-one chapters within the six-sided Rubik's Cube simultaneously lost their common core. The different stages that had just been suppressed split again, each memory claiming to belong to itself, yet unable to define what that "self" should be called.

The complete Buddha body is cracked from the top of the head to the chest.

"Hold on!"

He roared in anger.

"What are we guarding?"

The old self within asked.

"This is me!"

"Who am I?"

The Rubik's Cube is out of control.

A golden tide swept across the entire archives.

Old Linchuan knelt on the ground, unable for the first time to confirm a unified self based on complete history.

The nameless evil Buddha, on the contrary, stood the most firmly.

He had already left the public title behind, maintaining the true anchor by saying "who decides the next step." This time, the white pen deleted even more deeply, stripping away all the connections related to the name in the true anchor, but it didn't touch that pulsation still made by the present self.

a bit.

Another one.

He is still here.

The seven-sided furnace's components could not recognize the user.

The burial mark hovered in mid-air.

The lamplight shone on the Buddha's body, as if illuminating a strange and malevolent creature never seen before.

The tide recedes towards the mother sea.

The fire did not return automatically; it merely observed from afar the main body that still stood after losing all its titles.

Chen Xingzhou looked at Him.

In the newly established professional relationship, there was no reliance on the old name. He knew that this evil Buddha had entered the archive with him, but could not remember how to identify him.

"Does Your Excellency still remember yourself?"

"Remember."

The evil Buddha spoke.

The sound reached the ears of all living beings, leaving only a blank space that made the stars tremble.

Bai Ling's weapon instinctively aimed at Him.

The absence of a name means that it is impossible to distinguish Him from the nameless calamities released from the archive shelf.

All the directions to Sucha also refuse to be located.

The question posed by the questioner has lost its subject.

Even the black and red debt tablet is now just a blank page without the creditor's name.

The thirteen chains on Ji Lin's wrists also loosened at the same time.

None of the temporary contracts used permanent names, but even after the Prisoner's Appointment Certificate was destroyed, He still habitually used "that nameless evil Buddha" as the current reference. Deleting the name severed this reference as well, and the incomplete Buddha image before him could no longer be distinguished from the previous ninety-nine rescue traps.

Ji Lin lifted the chains.

Su Ying stood in front of Him.

"Who do you want to kill?"

"have no idea."

"Then why lift the lock?"

"Beware of Him."

"He just stopped the millstone."

"Even traps can be avoided."

"so what?"

Ji Lin stared at the nameless evil Buddha.

He couldn't be sure if the other person was the same one as before.

They couldn't let their guard down just because of Su Ying's words.

Finally, the thirteen chains were not released, but instead became entangled on another support of the name millstone.

"I'll attack from here first."

Su Ying asked:

"Does this count as believing?"

"Not really."

"Should we call it standing side by side?"

"Only the two objectives are temporarily the same."

The giant ape lay in the ruins, no longer able to call out to Lin Chuan, but still remembering that the lease on One Punch had just ended.

"If I go too, do I owe someone a ten percent?"

Zhou Kai couldn't recall the creditor either.

"The monument is still there."

"We don't even know who they are, how can we return them?"

"I'll put it on your tab first."

"Why should you remember this?"

The two started arguing.

The current debt was not seized by anyone simply because the name disappeared. It remains on a blank page, waiting for the possibility of re-identifying the creditor in the future.

The General Court Rules are now displayed.

[No unique name.]

[Disqualification from appearing in court.]

[Transitioning to the unsorted contaminant disposal process.]

The dome of the White House cracked.

A colossal millstone, composed of countless tombstones bearing names, slowly descended. With each rotation of the millstone, billions of beings across the heavens forgot they had ever heard of any of the evil Buddha's names.

They still see Him.

However, it can only be understood as a dangerous, massive, and inexplicable mass of black and red pollution.

Some observation windows were immediately closed.

"He is not the same person as before!"

"Archived documents disguised as resistance!"

"Cut off all contact!"

Fear spread across the cross-network.

No one can prove by name that they saw the same being.

The archivist held a white pen, and a loud scratching sound came from inside his white robe.

He carried out the command.

The General Archives did not restore the White Book City priority.

New annotations appeared on the pen.

[Execution passed.]

The emotional shift persists.

The reopening of the hometown has been postponed again.

The person clearing the files looked at them for a long time.

He was not angry.

The entire white pen slid down half an inch from between my fingers for the first time.

The name millstone presses down on the nameless evil Buddha.

The old, intact forest could barely lift its head.

He didn't know who was on the other side.

All that could be seen was that broken statue, still blocking the gray river ferry and the millstone after all the relationships had begun to break down.

Why are you standing there?

"Old Lin Chuan asked."

The nameless evil Buddha did not explain the past.

"Because I am now standing."

He raised his fist.

There is no funeral, lamp, name, stillness, or fruit.

There was no fire or fire-making.

There is no name of a god that can be invoked.

Only a fragmented divine body from the other shore punched a punch at the tombstones bearing the names of countless others.

The fist struck the millstone.

The black and red bones shattered inch by inch.

The millstone stopped for only a moment.

In the first fragment, young Lin Chuan looked at the evil Buddha he could no longer name and suddenly picked up the chipped kitchen knife.

"I don't know Him."

He said to Lin Chi.

"But I know which side He is on today."