Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

The second stroke was delayed.

The General Archives has discovered that names are being reconstructed off-site.

Numerous white walls rose from the trial floor, separating the current testimonies from each other in the observation areas.

The first mortal's crooked strokes thus hung in the darkness, unable to find any direction to form a character with them.

A name is a unique entity.

Non-subject witnesses have no right to participate in the naming process.

The General Court rules were imposed.

The mortals of the Beast Continent looked at their own strokes.

"I just asked for a form of address."

He had no divine power, nor did he know how to continue beyond a single stroke.

"What if I wrote it wrong?"

Fang Mo's loose-leaf paper stopped beside him.

[This can be pointed out by those who come after.]

"Would I kill Him?"

【possible.】

The mortal's fingers trembled.

He was not an old friend of Lin Chuan.

They had never even seen the full appearance of that evil Buddha, only that an existence had kept the window outside the world, preventing it from entering despite the shelling, and later stood under the millstone of the main archives.

Is what I've seen enough to warrant participation in a naming convention?

"I will not write who He is."

"That's what the mortal finally said."

"I only write that someone told me that the one who blocked the pen was once called that."

The first point did not become a settled conclusion.

A clear source appears next to it.

The second stroke thus finds its place.

From Su Ying, the prison guard.

She didn't remember Lin Chuan's name either.

But she had personally witnessed the archives using this title to forge appointment letters, handing over ownership of the prison to that evil Buddha. She traced the fragments of the appointment letter onto the back of the strokes.

This title was once used to describe Him in the archives.

"You're not proving the name is real."

Ji Lin said.

"I can attest that He refused."

"Rejection can also be a trap."

"So you don't have to write it."

Ji Lin did not write it.

He placed the thirteen chains outside the strokes, confirming only that the current goal was still to shatter the name millstone, without confirming what the evil Buddha should be called.

The third stroke comes from the door god.

He projected the hole he had carved out behind the smallest door onto the side of the word.

[The observation field that holds this title once asked me if I wanted to be seen.]

I refused and closed the window.

The door gods still do not look at the desolate shore.

Testimony is sent out via a small window and then immediately disconnected.

The fourth stroke comes from Nine Ashes.

She couldn't remember her name, but she did remember that after separating from Gui Jin, she had never been forcibly taken back. She didn't attribute this outcome entirely to Lin Chuan, only writing:

He was present, but did not decide my return.

Gui Jin waited until the next bell rang to reconfirm the Ninth Seal Agreement before writing down the other half.

I was not required by Him to swallow the nine ashes.

The two expressions of gratitude were not combined into one.

Only a single, separate fire pattern forms next to the name.

More and more current testimonies are emerging.

Some people wrote that Lin Chuan had saved them.

Fang Mo noted that it was impossible to confirm whether the contributions of others were included.

Some people have written that Lin Chuan slaughtered innocent people around the world.

The black and red debt monument did not conceal its name after being rebuilt; it proactively placed the still identifiable killing karma below the strokes.

Some people only remember the fear.

I wanted to run away when I saw Him.

This fear also serves as a point of reference.

The name is not a hymn.

It's not necessary for all writers to like the same person.

More and more white walls are appearing.

The General Archives attempted to keep each testimony isolated. Instead of breaking down barriers of consent, they simply linked testimonies from those who had explicitly agreed to meet with each other to the same page margin.

One hundred strokes.

Ten thousand entries.

Billions of words, graphics, smells, and untranslatable sensations slowly gather around those two long-deleted syllables.

Some people write "林" as "星辰".

Some people interpret "川" as a black and red river.

Some civilizations don't even have the concept of names; they simply use three short heartbeats to point to the same existing entity.

These expressions cannot be standardized into a single standard glyph.

Therefore, it is impossible for the General Archives to delete them all at once.

In the first fragment, young Lin Chuan holds a piece of a brand name.

"Are they naming me?"

Lin Chi asked.

"Part of it points to you."

"That's what the young man said."

"Some of it also points to the one in the first chapter."

Chapter One: My Old Self Sitting on the Other Side of the Threshold.

"It also points to two outside."

"Then who does this name belong to?"

Lin Chi looked at them.

"Whoever is willing to use it, please answer."

Young Lin Chuan wrote on the back of his fragment:

I am now willing to continue using this form of address.

I thought about the first chapter for a long time and wrote the same sentence.

It's not two people becoming one.

They all chose to use the same name.

Lin Chuan, now fully accustomed to his old life, raised his head in the main archives.

Chapter Fifty-One: The internal struggle continues.

"This is for my use."

If there are any old egos within, they will immediately object.

"Are you answering for us again?"

The old forest remained silent for a moment.

"I will only answer on behalf of the current unity."

"If you want to leave, then answer that separately."

The six-sided Rubik's Cube is no longer quiet.

But no one can say that He stole all the names.

Finally, all eyes fell on the nameless evil Buddha beneath the millstone.

The billions of strokes are merely a public term that can be used.

If He refuses, no one can nail the name back to the true anchor simply because of the many witnesses.

"Are you willing?"

Chen Xingzhou asked.

The nameless evil Buddha saw the life-saving, fear, killing karma, doubt, and current relationship hidden beneath the name.

It is incomplete.

The entire past, from Chapter 1 to Chapter 203, has not been restored.

But it is more like what He is now willing to undertake than the original history returned in the archives.

"I am willing."

This is the first time that I, as a true anchor, have actively touched upon that title.

It's not about letting your name define you.

Instead, it allows all beings to use it to find themselves in the future.

"Lin Chuan".

He said it himself.

This time, the sound did not turn into silence.

Billions of different strokes lit up simultaneously.

Fang Mo wrote only one sentence in the margin:

Currently, one individual has voluntarily accepted the title "Lin Chuan" as their name.

It was not specified as unique.

The original version was not written.

Large sections of the white walls of the main archive courtyard collapsed.

The burial mark returns from between two histories to the broken furnace frame.

It wasn't because they recognized the former owner.

Following the records of those buried after the Linchuan Qing archives were completed, it chose to continue along its current path. The three seals, Lamp, Stillness, and Fruit, were also repositioned according to their respective uses.

The tide has not returned to its place.

The mother sea has not yet been reconfirmed.

The fire-making system remains external, with only a query interface left on the seventh side.

The Seven-Sided Divine Furnace has not been fully restored.

Lin Chuan's realm is still that of the God of the Other Shore.

The moment the name returned, He was finally able to allow the black and red debt monument to find its creditor once again.

The first line on the monument does not describe achievements.

But -

Lin Chuan once existed.

After these words were spoken, the heavens did not cheer simultaneously.

One civilization that had been affected by Lin Chuan's early battles was the first to put its name on the list of those responsible.

Since He acknowledges this title, please answer the question about the three dead cities of my realm.

The old history has been deleted.

Lin Chuan could not confirm whether he had truly destroyed the three cities.

The black and red debt monument did not deny it, but only left:

The charges have been received.

[Insufficient evidence at present, pending further investigation.]

Another observation site took the opportunity to attribute an extinction that never happened to Lin Chuan, hoping to use the renaming to demand compensation from the gods of the other shore.

Fang Mo marked the source of the testimony in the margin, without judging its authenticity.

Lin Chuan did not shut down all investigations simply because there might be falsehoods involved.

"You just got your name back, and someone's already looking for you to settle scores with."

Zhou Kai said.

"regret?"

Why the regret?

Lin Chuan looked at the debt monument.

"A title can only be used to acknowledge credit, not to collect debts."

That's not called a name.

"Call the memorial tablets."

Upon hearing this, young Lin Chuan turned his brand-name fragments face up.

He did not regain his old memories.

When He goes to work tomorrow, His colleagues may still not recognize His past attendance records. But from this moment on, He is also willing to let new work, disputes and mistakes fall under the name "Lin Chuan" again.

A name is not a way to reclaim a perfect past.

It means allowing the future to be found again.

The person clearing the files instinctively dropped their white pen.

To delete this sentence, you must simultaneously delete billions of instances of the current act of writing, rejection, doubt, and acceptance.

The pen tip hovered for a long time.

Ultimately, they didn't touch the paper.