131: Chapter 132 Leave the God inside the door, and drag the man back to earth.

"It is locking up the god I failed to kill back then!"

Lin Shoushan's roar pierced through the basement level, shaking the green evacuation door violently.

The black chair on the boy's chest opened completely.

The character [Repair] on the back of the chair split into a vertical pupil.

There was no eyeball.

Only countless tiny job titles were spinning rapidly within the pupil.

Blacksmith.

Physician.

Mage.

Repairman.

Rule Maintenance Seat.

With every job title that flashed by, the boy's body was rewritten once.

His fingers turned into black tools, his spine transformed into gears, and the sound of millions of file pages flipping simultaneously echoed from within his chest cavity.

"Close the door!"

The boy gritted his teeth and pushed Lin Jin's hand outward.

"It has awakened!"

Lin Jin did not let go.

"Who has awakened?"

Before the boy could answer, the vertical pupil in the chair had already turned toward him.

A voice that could not be distinguished by gender or age emanated from every one of his bones.

[I am Correction.]

[I am the correctness after damage.]

[I am the final answer to all erroneous professions.]

Chen Ye felt his scalp tingle, but his hands did not stop.

He hugged the mechanical wheel tightly, bracing his shoulder against the rim, and roared angrily:

"You said a whole lot, but aren't you just a thing hiding in someone else's body?"

The vertical pupil suddenly looked at him.

The protective emblem on Chen Ye's chest twisted instantly.

Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the shield.

[Protection should not have opinions.]

[Protection only needs to endure.]

Chen Ye's arms were forced open to the sides.

It was as if a force was trying to crush him and his shield back into a mindless wall.

Zhou Heng thrust his Thunder Spear into the mechanical axle.

Lightning exploded along the metal structure, forcibly severing the binding force.

"Whether he has opinions or not is not for a chair to decide."

Shen Tingxue's Ice Line had already wrapped around the boy's chest.

But every inch the frost moved closer to the black chair, it was dyed grayish-white.

"It is connected to his life."

"If you hack the chair directly, he will die with it."

Lin Jin looked inside the door.

"Dad!"

Only heavy breathing came from the basement level.

After a few seconds, Lin Shoushan's voice sounded again.

"That is not a complete god."

"It is something the Rule Maintenance system dismantled from a divine corpse."

"the seventh divine remnant of The Seventh Seat."

"When the White Tower first went out of control back then, it was because it wanted to enter reality by borrowing the position of Chief Designer."

Lin Jin's gaze sank.

"So the official holder is you."

"Correct."

Lin Shoushan did not deny it.

"When I built the White Tower, it left a seat in my body."

"After the project was terminated, I wanted to dismantle it."

"I didn't dismantle it completely."

"I could only lock it together with the seat into the waiting area."

The boy raised his head, his eyes turning red bit by bit.

"So you threw me in here to watch it for you?"

It suddenly became quiet inside and outside the door.

Lin Shoushan did not answer immediately.

This time, he did not use excuses like "system identification core" to dodge.

"Yes."

A single word.

Hoarse, almost to the point of breaking.

The last bit of expectation on the boy's face was extinguished.

"Eighteen years."

"Do you know how many times I have been dismantled by it?"

"It wanted to learn how humans feel pain, so it dismantled my bones."

"It wanted to learn why humans refuse, so it deleted my memories to see if I would refuse again."

"Every time it calls your name—"

The boy stared fixedly at Lin Jin.

"I am the one who answers for you."

Lin Jin held his hand, offering no defense.

There was no "to protect you" that could smooth over this matter.

The Lin Jin outside had been saved by his father.

The person inside the door had indeed been sacrificed by his father.

The black chair on his chest began to continue squeezing outward.

The boy's ribs bulged one by one, as if they would be pried open by the back of the chair in the next second.

[Emotions have reached the standard for an independent personality.]

[Pain has reached the standard for carrying divinity.]

[Temporary vessel is mature.]

[Preparing to descend.]

Six black chairs in the sky tilted toward the green door simultaneously.

The Seventh Seat's vertical pupil widened more and more.

Lin Jin suddenly understood.

It did not want to stop the boy from leaving.

It had been forcing the boy to generate hatred strong enough.

An identification core that only reads files cannot carry a god.

But an independent personality that can feel pain, hate, and fight for its own life can.

"It is raising you."

Lin Jin said.

The boy's body stiffened.

"What?"

"It let you watch my life, not to make you become me."

"It is to make you hate me."

Lin Jin looked up at the black chair.

"Hate me until you are willing to seize the body, willing to kill the other self."

"At that moment, you will become the most suitable vessel for it to descend."

The job titles in the vertical pupil suddenly paused.

The next second, hundreds of black tools shot out from the back of the chair.

Hammer, saw, pliers, knife.

Each one aimed at the hands held by Lin Jin and the boy.

It wanted to sever the understanding just established between the two.

Shen Tingxue stepped into the crack of the door.

The Ice Key swept across, and the first row of black tools was frozen in mid-air.

Zhou Heng's Thunder Spear went around her shoulder, the tip of the spear continuously tapping on the connection points of the tools.

The purple lightning did not destroy them head-on, but changed their landing points one by one.

Chen Ye gritted his teeth and turned the mechanical wheel, pushing the evacuation door open another half a foot.

"Lin Jin!"

"A way!"

Lin Jin stared at the mark on the boy's chest.

[The Seventh Seat temporary vessel]

Temporary vessel.

Not a god.

Not the owner of the seat.

Just a person forcibly fixed to the seat.

The grayish-gold phantom of the rule correction wrench lit up in Lin Jin's palm.

The wound on his right hand burst open instantly.

Blood dripped along the gaps between his fingers.

Shen Tingxue turned back abruptly.

"Your hand cannot be used again!"

"Just correct it once."

Lin Jin looked at the boy.

"I will prove it wrong first."

"For the rest, someone has to hack it open."

In the academy containment array, the 002 Wrench emitted a dull, vibrating sound.

Teacher Xu Wenzhou knelt outside the array, his face pale.

That execution instruction disguised as an old Maintenance Worker had been forced out of his body, but the 002 was still struggling.

It felt a position that could be severed.

It also felt Lin Jin.

"Teacher Xu!"

Lin Jin's voice pierced through the warehouse.

"Can you hold it?"

Teacher Xu Wenzhou raised his head.

"It will amplify what a person wants to sever the most."

"If I hold it, I might first hack away the relationship between me and the past twenty years."

"Then do you want to hack it?"

Teacher Xu Wenzhou was silent.

Twenty years.

White Tower.

Testimony stolen.

Everyone was telling him that forgetting would be easier.

He slowly reached out and grasped the handle of the 002.

The black iron wrench instantly surged.

Countless targets for severance flooded into his mind.

Lu Chengyuan.

White Tower.

Department of Education.

His own testimony.

His own past.

Teacher Xu Wenzhou's arms trembled violently, but he did not swing the hammer.

"I want to."

He said, gritting his teeth.

"But wanting to sever it does not mean it should be severed."

The vibration of the 002 stopped for a moment.

Qin Shanhe withdrew the academy array patterns.

"Take it."

"Aim carefully."

Teacher Xu Wenzhou dragged the 002 and walked toward the evacuation door step by step.

At the same time, Lin Jin pressed the phantom of the rule correction wrench against the boy's chest.

Prompts flashed wildly.

[Current definition: Independent life is equivalent to The Seventh Seat temporary vessel]

[Error source: Candidate number forced binding]

[Correctable content: A human is a human, a vessel is a vessel]

[Warning: After correction, the divine remnant will lose its host and seek the official holder]

Official holder.

Lin Shoushan.

As long as the boy is severed, the remnant will immediately return to the basement level.

Lin Jin did not bring the wrench down.

"Dad."

Lin Shoushan seemed to know what he had seen.

"Do it."

"If it comes back, what will happen to you?"

"I won't die for the time being."

"Tell the truth."

A helpless laugh came from the basement level.

"The brat is not easy to fool now."

Lin Shoushan said, panting:

"I will lock it back into the reality entrance."

"How long I can lock it depends on luck."

"Your body's integrity is only at 31%."

"That is still 30%."

The wrench in Lin Jin's hand still did not fall.

The boy suddenly gripped his hand back.

"Hack it."

Lin Jin looked at him.

The boy's face was pale, but for the first time, his eyes did not look like Lin Jin in the mirror.

"I sat for you for eighteen years."

"Not to end up becoming it."

"If you feel you owe me, pull me out first."

"We can settle the rest of the accounts later."

Lin Jin asked:

"What about your name?"

The boy looked at [Lin Jin] on the list.

After a few seconds, he raised his other hand and gently pressed down on that name.

"I won't take this name first."

"But I won't return it either."

"Thirteen minutes after birth, we were separated."

"After we get out, call me Thirteen first."

"Wait until Lin Shoushan comes out alive—"

He looked toward the direction of the basement level.

"Let him give me a name personally, one that belongs only to me."

The list vibrated gently.

Luo Wensheng's right hand raised in the ice layer, and she wrote earnestly:

[Independent life temporary self-designation: Thirteen]

[Confirmed by the individual]

The White Tower green channel did not refute it for the first time.

[Name anchor established]

Lin Jin hesitated no more.

The grayish-gold wrench fell.

"A human is a human."

"A chair is a chair."

"The temporary vessel is not its body!"

Click!

A very thin white line emerged between the black chair on the boy's chest and his flesh.

"Teacher Xu!"

Teacher Xu Wenzhou gripped the 002 with both hands.

He did not look at Lin Jin.

Nor did he look at The Six Seats in the sky.

He only stared at the erroneous connection that had been corrected.

"This hammer—"

"Only hacks the position."

The black iron wrench fell with a boom.

There was no explosion.

No blinding light.

Only a very crisp sound of breaking.

Like a chain that had extended for eighteen years, finally cut from the middle by someone.

The black chair on the boy's chest broke away violently.

The divine remnant let out its first true scream.

There was no divine might in that sound.

Only the shock and anger of being driven out of a human body.

Six black chairs extended chains simultaneously, trying to press The Seventh Seat back into the boy's body.

Shen Tingxue's Ice Key pinned the back of the chair.

Zhou Heng's Thunder Spear locked the six retrieval lines.

Chen Ye released the mechanical wheel and rammed into the crack of the door with his shield.

"Thirteen!"

"Come out!"

Lin Jin and Chen Ye, one on each side, grabbed the boy's arms and pulled him outward fiercely.

The black chair was left inside the door.

The human was pulled outside the door.

The flesh on the boy's chest split open, but no job plaque was revealed, nor was there any candidate number.

The moment he passed through the green light curtain, he had a heartbeat that did not come from a file for the first time.

Thump.

Very light.

But everyone heard it.

Thirteen fell heavily onto the academy ground.

Luo Wensheng's hand also curled gently in the ice layer.

[Original evacuation channel progress: 11%]

[Successfully evacuated independent life: One]

[Status: Unregistered, no profession, alive]

The black chair inside the door, having lost its host, struggled frantically.

The next second, it turned into a black light and, following the connection to the official holder, rushed straight to the basement level.

Lin Shoushan let out a suppressed grunt.

The real-time maintenance record popped up instantly.

[Lin Shoushan body integrity: 31%]

[27%]

[19%]

[Divine remnant re-sealed]

[Estimated maintenance time: Six hours]

Lin Jin's complexion changed drastically.

"Dad!"

There was no answer from the other end of the communication.

Only a very light metallic tapping sound.

Clang.

Representing that he was still alive.

Thirteen lay on the ground, panting heavily.

This was his first time truly breathing air.

But he did not enjoy it for too long.

He suddenly grabbed Lin Jin's collar, his eyes looking toward the basement level in terror.

"Go save him quickly."

"That chair is just a shell."

"What was locked back into Lin Shoushan's body is the most important piece of the divine corpse."

The Six Seats in the sky lit up one by one.

The First Seat: Record.

The Second Seat: Adjudicate.

The Third Seat: Replace.

The Fourth Seat: Recover.

The Fifth Seat: Correct.

The Sixth Seat: Continue.

And below Lin Shoushan's real-time file, a seventh line slowly emerged.

[the seventh divine remnant: Heart]

[Current host: Lin Shoushan]

[Resurrection progress: 92%]

Thirteen's fingers tightened more and more.

"Once the progress reaches one hundred percent, the one who wakes up will no longer be your dad."

"It will be the god who created all professions—"

"And was then dismembered by the profession system."