Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"Put down the pen."

The General Archives issued its third order.

The archivist stood before millions of strokes.

If He only deleted the two characters "Lin Chuan," the door god would still remember that he had refused a window, Su Ying would still remember the appointment letter, and the blue leaves would still remember the pain. Those results would re-establish an unnamed outline.

If all testimonies are to be erased, He will initiate a cross-domain general cleanup.

The priority of restoring Baibu City will therefore be raised by one level.

The penholder has already provided a reward.

[Completing the current task will return the original save file for one street in Whitebook City.]

A street.

The archivist saw the familiar blue flagstones on the street, the lamp his wife had made by hand at his doorstep, and eight women with the same memories still lingering on their last night.

As soon as the pen touches the paper, He can take it back.

Even just one street is more valuable than an empty title.

"Do you want to?"

"The unnamed woman asked."

"think."

The person who cleared the files did not deny it.

"Then write it."

He suddenly turned his head.

The woman remained calm.

"You think I would advise you to let go because I have her memories?"

"I am not her."

"And we're not responsible for making you a good person."

The file clerk's fingers trembled slightly beneath his white coat.

Aren't you afraid your work will be deleted?

"Afraid."

"Why did you make me write it?"

"Because the pen is in your hand."

The woman took a step back.

"You write it, and you'll bear the consequences."

"If you're not going to write it, don't try to shift the blame onto me with any advice."

The person in charge of clearing the files looked at her.

Too similar.

But it is clearly not.

If his wife were still alive, perhaps she would have cried and tried to stop him, or perhaps she would have pleaded with Him to continue for the sake of the White Book City; no one could be sure. The woman before him refused to be that certain answer.

The white pen sank down again.

It's not about the name.

The tip of the pen touched his white robe.

The executor requests a suspension of the mission.

The Court of Final Appeal immediately rejected the application.

[Clearing permissions do not exist, pause.]

[Can only be completed, or recycled.]

The person clearing the archives looked at this irrevocable rule.

Xia Xuanyuan, with only the root of the sword remaining on his shoulder bone, still took a step forward.

"To execute?"

"The person in charge of clearing the archives asked."

"do you agree?"

"I agree that the execution 'cannot be paused'."

What if the file clearing privileges are also revoked?

"I'll take responsibility."

"The White Book City recovery line will also be broken."

The person clearing the archives closes their eyes, which do not exist in the faceless place.

This time, He did not say that the archives would definitely be restored to their homeland.

"cut."

Xia Xuanyuan swung the base of his sword.

The broken sword has not been restored to its standard form.

A very thin sword mark landed on the white pen's permissions, cutting out an unnumbered empty space in the middle of "Can only be completed, or reclaimed".

The person clearing the files can stop.

The consequences occurred immediately.

All the world titles on the white robe fell off at the same time.

He has no body.

The executor was a figure pieced together from the results of the file clearing and the authority of the white pen. After the title disappeared, only the transparent outline of a young recorder remained, with the last page of the White Book City hanging on his chest.

"Whitebook City connection restored."

"The remaining wheel of the register said in a low voice."

"You can never get back the original file."

The young recorder caught the white pen.

The emptiness in His heart was no less than when He saw the city being cleared away.

I am not at peace with it.

They did not feel that making a different choice had washed away their debts of millions of years.

"I know."

He placed the pen on the ground of judgment.

It wasn't given to Lin Chuan.

It was not given to the unnamed woman either.

Only terminate the current holding.

The white pen rolls half a circle.

More than 300 million mouths that had been sewn shut inside the pen opened simultaneously.

It did not follow the original executor.

He did not immediately return to the main archives.

A small, crooked character was written on the ground with a white pen.

【pain.】

Just like the sound the blue leaves originally made.

"Does it have a self?"

Su Ying asked.

Fang Mo did not draw a conclusion.

"It could be the combined result of 300 million reverberations."

"It's also possible that the pen develops a new subject through long-term use."

Ask it.

Lin Chuan looked at the white pen.

"Are you going back?"

Pen tip writing:

【do not know. 】

"You want to follow Him?"

【do not know. 】

"Then let's stop for now."

The General Archives does not allow it to stop.

A thin groove appeared on the ground where the trial was being held, and the white pen was being dragged into the groove by an invisible force.

The tool has left its holder.

[Execute automatic database lookup.]

A white pen rolls on the ground.

It had no hands or feet, and could only use the tip of the pen to desperately scratch the ground. The voices of more than 300 million mouths squeezed out of the pen at the same time. Some shouted to stop, some asked to return to the storage, and a large number of echoes did not understand what was happening, only instinctively repeating the last words before it was born.

These voices contradict each other.

The Chief Court immediately ruled:

[No unified self.]

The application is invalid.

Blue leaves flew in from the white ink sea and stuck to the pen.

It just said it didn't know.

This is the current answer.

Touching the palm of your hand did not help.

They even reached out and tore off a layer of the white pen's outer shell, because this tool had participated in grinding down their own civilization.

The white pen stung, leaving messy, long marks on the ground.

The young recorder did not stop the hand from chasing the debt.

He walked to the front of the storage tank and pressed his transparent palm into it.

"The current holder has relinquished the rights."

"The tool has not yet chosen a new destination."

"According to your own registration rules, it should at least be placed in the sorting area."

The executor's remnants have no right to interpret the tool's status.

"Then I won't explain."

He allowed the power in the groove to grind his palms.

"I'll only hold them off for this moment."

Su Ying, dragging half of her gray body, also came over.

"I blocked it for a moment."

Ji Lin frowned.

"It cleared your area."

"So we'll have to ask it for it in the future."

Su Ying looked at the white pen.

"Let it live long enough to repay the debt."

More and more current entities are standing in front of the return tank.

It's not about forgiving the consequences of past mistakes.

They simply do not accept the General Archive's continued possession of a present that has just been declared unknown, based on the excuse that "the past is a tool."

The white pen finally stopped sliding.

Amidst the messy marks on the ground, it wrote its third sentence.

I won't reply yet.

The first crack appeared at the main archway.

Lin Chuan did not put down his pen.

There were no young recorders either.

The complete old forest creek stepped forward.

"First, delete the clause in Chapter Sixty of this book."

The white pen did not respond.

Old Linchuan reached out to grab it.

Lin Chuan blocked the way.

"It did not agree."

"That clause was written by them!"

Suddenly, a sentence was drawn on the ground with a white pen.

I wasn't there.

The pen is just a tool.

The present subject, which can now complain of pain and claim ignorance, may not necessarily be the same as the outcome of every stroke of the pen in the past.

Lin Chuan, his heart pounding with rage, was completely consumed by anger.

He ultimately did not forcefully seize it.

"Then I'll tear it myself."

The six-sided Rubik's Cube unfolded, and Chapter Sixty's security terms were peeled away inch by inch from within. Without the help of the white pen, with each word torn away, Chapter Sixty's divine body lost a portion of its integrity.

He still finished tearing it up.

When the last "回" character shattered, the complete old Lin Chuan divine body fell to only the strength of the first fifty-nine chapters.

He did not return to the forest.

"This sum today is mine alone."

The main archives suddenly fell silent.

The executor puts down the pen.

Restore the security terms.

Reconstruct the name of the observed object.

Three nodes that should have been strictly controlled by the archives simultaneously broke away.

Behind the crack in the white palace dome caused by the bookshelf, a giant eye slowly opened.

There are no pupils in the eyes.

Only countless endings that have already been written float on the surface like a school of dead fish.

The register was filled with people kneeling down.

Mo Hengcang immediately lowered his head, but his young face remained wide open under the white paper.

"The Chief Recorder".

The true writer did not look at the blank pen that had been put down.

He gazed upon the forest and the river.

The entire world heard the same announcement at the same time.

File wipe failed.

[Proceeding to final judgment.]

[Defendant: Lin Chuan, and all those involved in cross-incident connections arising from his actions.]