186: Chapter 187 Birth registration can exist, but it cannot replace him at eighteen.

[The Seventh Candidate Seat]

[Recalling]

Deep within the Sky Gate, that empty chair, which had long since been smashed to pieces by Lin Jin, lit up with its outline once again.

It wasn't a complete chair.

It was fragments.

The backrest was cracked, the armrests were broken, and the black marks from when 002 severed the candidate relationship back then still remained on the seat surface.

Yet, it was still recalling.

Because this time, the God Head was not grabbing him from the "present."

It was grabbing him from the birth registration.

[Initial Class Registration: Rule Maintenance Seat Candidate]

[Sealer: Lin Shoushan]

[Reason for Sealing: The God will come to collect]

When that yellowed page of birth registration fell from the golden gate, Lin Jin's chest felt as if it had been grabbed from the inside by a hand.

The sound of flipping pages echoed within his bones.

The golden characters that had just been suppressed in the palm of his right hand grew hot again.

A line of prompts, so familiar it made one's heart run cold, flashed before his eyes.

[Target: The Seventh Candidate Seat]

[Fault: Candidate has long been separated from the Divine Seats system]

[Maintenance Plan: Return to position]

Lin Jin's pupils constricted.

It wasn't the Hand of Rules returning.

It was the God Head using the old registration to temporarily simulate the field of vision he was once most familiar with.

It was handing back the temptation and the chains at the same time.

Cheng Du roared:

"Don't look at the prompts!"

"That is not your tool!"

Lin Jin closed his eyes, forcing that line of prompts down from his mind.

But the ground beneath his feet had already split open.

The fragments of The Seventh Candidate Seat rose from the cracks, like a chair opening its tattered mouth, intending to swallow him back in.

Thirteen stepped onto the chair fragments.

"Again?"

The golden light crawled up his ankle.

[Homologous residual page detected]

[Can be used as candidate completion material]

Thirteen sneered, lifting his foot to stomp on a piece of the seat, making it crunch.

"I am not a patch."

Shen Tingxue's Ice Line entangled Lin Jin's shoulders, Chen Ye wedged his shield directly between him and the chair, and Zhou Heng nailed his Thunder Spear into the ground; the three of them pulled backward simultaneously.

But they couldn't hold him.

Because this time, it wasn't the current power of the Divine Seats pulling him.

It was that "earliest written page."

Lin Shoushan was pale in the treatment pod.

"You cannot let that page land on him."

He struggled to sit up, causing the tubes to be pulled and trigger an alarm.

"The sealing was my doing."

"If it wants to chase, let it chase me."

Lin Jin raised his head abruptly.

"Not allowed."

Lin Shoushan looked at him.

"This is the seal I left behind back then."

"I will be the one to lift it."

Cheng Du suddenly shouted sternly:

"Don't you dare try to lift it!"

Everyone looked at him.

Cheng Du stared fixedly at that page of birth registration, his voice squeezing out from between his teeth.

"If the seal is lifted, in the God Head's eyes, that is returning the candidate."

"If you touch it now, you are opening the door for the God."

Lin Shoushan's movements froze.

Within the golden gate of the sky, the God Head's voice fell slowly.

"A father cannot deny the registration he sealed with his own hands."

"A child cannot deny the naming that already existed at birth."

"History cannot be revoked."

Lin Jin was dragged by the chair fragments until his knees bent, and he was almost forced to sit down.

He bit the tip of his tongue, the taste of blood clearing his head for a moment.

"I didn't say history doesn't exist."

He raised his head, looking at that page of paper in the sky.

"What I am asking is—"

"When did a birth registration become a letter of appointment?"

There was a brief silence within the golden gate.

Lin Jin panted, continuing to ask:

"On the day I was born, could I understand this page of paper?"

"Could I sign it?"

"Could I say accept or refuse?"

"If I couldn't, then it can only be a risk Record."

"It is not proof that I agreed to sit on it."

The Seventh Candidate Seat shook once.

But the recall did not stop.

[Initial registration priority still valid]

[Individual's current class status is incomplete]

[Can be rolled back to initial candidate status]

Cheng Du immediately cursed:

"It's grabbing your current class vacancy!"

Lin Jin was stunned.

He understood.

The Hand of Rules was severed.

The Seventh Candidate relationship was smashed.

The Divine Repairman recommendation was rejected by him again.

The God Head didn't need to prove that he currently belonged to the candidate seat.

It only needed to prove—that he currently did not have a current registration more stable than the birth registration.

And so, that earliest page of paper would crawl out of history and turn back into the present.

"Current registration..."

Lin Jin looked down at the F-Class Repairman badge on his chest that everyone had long mocked.

It was very old.

Very low.

It was once the shell his father gave him.

It was also the identity he had truly used for eighteen years to take jobs, repair things, be looked down upon by others, and walk step by step to where he was now.

He suddenly laughed a little.

"Almost forgot."

"It's not like I don't have a job."

He raised his left hand and pressed down on that F-Class Repairman badge.

"Current class."

"Repairman."

The God Head said coldly:

"F-Class Repairman is a disguise shell."

"Used to shield the initial registration."

Lin Jin nodded.

"Yes."

"At first, it was a shell."

"But I have used it to repair the door of the Abandoned Hospital."

"Repaired Chen Ye's shield."

"Repaired the White Tower's fake process."

"Repaired the bypass station's handover ring."

"Repaired The Hospital's to-be-named column."

"A shell that has been used to do work for eighteen years."

"It is no longer just a shell."

Chen Ye immediately patted his shield.

"I attest, he really did repair my shield."

Zhou Heng said in a low voice:

"I attest, he has entered all of the Combat Academy's mission Records under the identity of a Repairman."

Shen Tingxue looked at the old badge on Lin Jin's chest.

"I attest, he didn't live to be Lin Jin because his F-Class rank was low."

"It was because he used this F-Class identity to refuse the Divine Seats."

Luo Wensheng recorded rapidly.

Ye Guizhou stamped it.

He Zhibai listed the "F-Class Repairman real-life resume" separately in the ledger.

But The Seventh Candidate Seat was still rising.

The proof was not enough.

It needed a system entry point.

Cheng Du suddenly looked up:

"Awakening Hall!"

"The Old Calibrator's console still has an adult review slot!"

"All birth pre-registrations from back then should have been reviewed once upon turning eighteen!"

"The Six Seats hid the review port!"

Qin Shanhe immediately connected to the Class Awakening Hall.

The Old Calibrator's voice came from the other side:

"I am here."

In front of him, that old calibration console that Lin Jin and the others had saved was still smoking.

"The review slot does exist."

"But it was pressed under the files of minor pre-registrations."

Lin Jin roared:

"Pry it out!"

The Old Calibrator didn't waste a word, grabbed an old screwdriver, and started dismantling the console.

Three hundred and twenty-six children who had been targeted by The Six Seats gathered around voluntarily; some handed tools, some lifted cables, and some used hand-cranked generators to power the calibration console.

The birth registration inside the golden gate suddenly accelerated its descent.

[Adult review not completed]

[Default initial registration continuation]

Ye Guizhou stamped it fiercely:

[Not completed does not equal default continuation]

Tang Qi pressed down on the iron plate:

"I refuse 'no review means consent'."

Su Yan's voice was pale, but he still stood out:

"Minors not having the chance to answer does not mean they cannot answer after growing up."

In the Awakening Hall, the Old Calibrator finally pried a dust-covered slot from the bottom of the calibration console.

Old characters were carved beside the slot.

[Individual review upon turning eighteen]

[Can accept]

[Can refuse]

[Can transfer to historical risk file]

The Old Calibrator's eyes reddened instantly.

"It's still here."

He connected the circuit to the Jiangcheng Mainframe.

A beam of gray-white review light shot directly from the Awakening Hall to the Main Control Room.

Lin Jin was dragged by The Seventh Seat fragments to the front of the chair, his knees already touching the edge of the seat.

Black and gold buckles extended from the chair, latching toward his spine.

Thirteen stepped hard on one of the armrests, Shen Tingxue's Ice Line cracked with blood-red light, Chen Ye's shield surface was bent, and Zhou Heng's Thunder Spear was almost swallowed by the golden light.

The review light finally landed in front of Lin Jin.

[Individual review upon turning eighteen initiated]

[Subject: Lin Jin]

[Initial registration: Rule Maintenance Seat Candidate]

[Current real-life resume: F-Class Repairman / Jiangcheng temporary maintenance squad on-duty personnel / One of the initiators of Work Order No. 001]

[Please select processing method]

Three options lit up.

[Accept initial registration]

[Refuse and delete]

[Transfer to historical risk file]

Lin Jin looked at the second option.

Refuse and delete.

Very tempting.

Delete it, and it would be clean.

There would be no more Seventh Candidate Seat.

There would be no more God coming to collect.

But deleting the history would also be equivalent to erasing the page of evidence for himself regarding why Lin Shoushan was afraid, why he hid it, and why he had been wrong for twenty years.

He reached out and pressed the third option.

"I do not accept."

"And I will not delete."

"Transfer to historical risk file."

"Note: Individual has completed adult review, recall refused."

"Note: Initial registration shall not be used as the basis for current class, Divine Seats authority, naming rights, or physical ownership."

"Note: The sealer may not withdraw or release on the individual's behalf."

The review light fell with a boom.

The F-Class Repairman badge on Lin Jin's chest lit up.

Not dazzling.

Not golden.

Just rust-colored.

[Current class registration: Repairman]

[Remark: Real-life resume valid]

[Initial Divine Seats candidate registration: Transferred to historical risk file]

[Recall failed]

The Seventh Candidate Seat fragments stopped completely behind him.

Subsequently, they fell one by one.

Not disappearing.

But sealed by a gray archive box.

The box was affixed with Ye Guizhou's stamp, Luo Wensheng's Record, He Zhibai's ledger, and Work Order No. 001 number.

Lin Jin finally stepped back from in front of the chair.

Chen Ye sat down on his butt.

"Damn it."

"The F-Class Repairman looks so pleasing to the eye for the first time."

Thirteen looked at that badge.

"Still ugly."

Lin Jin panted and laughed.

"It works."

The golden gate in the sky was silent for a long time.

Subsequently, the God Head flipped open more pages.

Not recommendation pages.

Nor was it Lin Jin's birth registration.

It was page after page of densely packed pre-registration files.

[Shen Tingxue: Ice Phoenix inheritance adaptation pre-registration]

[Gu Xinghe: Divine Seats Record backup pre-registration]

[Su Yan: Return gate adaptation pre-registration]

[Jiangcheng minor class potential pre-registration: A total of thirty-seven thousand six hundred and twenty-one copies]

[National birth pre-registration files: Connecting]

Cheng Du's expression changed instantly.

"It's not just grabbing you."

"It wants to grab the page that was written when everyone was a child."

Within the Sky Gate, countless old papers flipped simultaneously.

The God Head's voice turned gentle again.

"Since adults can review."

"Then please let all children return to the way they were initially expected to be, in advance."

In the next second, the old files of everyone in the whole city began to glow.

Expectations written by parents.

Assessments done by schools.

Inheritance requirements left by families.

Class predictions hidden by the system.

Those old papers that were once treated as "for your own good" were turning into chains, one by one.