350: Chapter 350 The Resurrection Plan Begins! A Ten-Thousand-Year Promise

Three days after Oblivion dissipated, Lin Chen stood in the center of the Tenth Dimension's void, with a massive golden light screen floating before him.

The screen was densely packed with countless names—every civilization swallowed by the Zeroing Storm over the past three million years. Next to each name, the civilization's time of extinction, population count, core values, and the energy required for resurrection were marked.

Zhang Hao stood beside Lin Chen, his scalp tingling as he looked at the dense list of names.

"Boss, this... how many are there?"

Lin Chen did not turn around.

"Three million years, an average of a hundred civilizations swallowed each year. You do the math."

Zhang Hao counted on his fingers for a long time, his face turning pale.

"Three... three hundred million?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"To be precise, three hundred and seventy million."

Zhang Hao sucked in a breath of cold air.

Arrogant Dragon stood on the other side, clenching his fists.

"Three hundred and seventy million civilizations, and we're going to resurrect all of them?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

"Not all of them. We will resurrect as many as can be resurrected."

He pointed to the grayed-out names on the screen.

"Those that have completely dissipated, leaving not even a fragment of consciousness, cannot be saved. But those with lingering resentment—like Oblivion—can be."

Morgana walked over, her eyes complex as she looked at the names.

"Lin Chen, do you know how much energy this will require?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"I know. One hundred and seventy million civilizations, requiring an average of 1 Jing of energy each. A total of one hundred and seventy million Jing."

Zhang Hao almost bit his tongue.

"One hundred and seventy million Jing?! Boss, where are we going to get that much money?"

Lin Chen smiled.

That smile made Zhang Hao's heart tighten—not out of fear, but because he knew the boss was about to pull another crazy stunt.

"Money isn't the problem. The problem is how to make money beget money."

He opened the ninth layer of the Capital Law—Causality Securitization.

A golden light surged from his palm, shooting toward the massive light screen.

Wherever the light touched, the gray names began to glow.

"I am packaging every forgotten civilization into a 'Karma Security.' The value of the security is determined by the civilization's 'degree of being forgotten.' The longer it has been forgotten, the more valuable the security."

Zhang Hao was stunned.

"The longer it's been, the more valuable? Why?"

Lin Chen looked at him.

"Because the longer it's been, the scarcer it is. Scarcity means value."

He pointed to the oldest name on the screen—a civilization born at the beginning of the first epoch, three million years ago.

"This civilization is called 'Origin.' It was the first civilization swallowed by the Zeroing Storm. If it can be resurrected, its value is infinite."

Zhang Hao's eyes widened like brass bells.

"Infinite? Then how do you set a price?"

Lin Chen smiled.

"I don't. I auction it."

He opened the trading system and listed the Karma Security for 'Origin'.

Starting price: 1 Jing.

Three seconds later, the first bid arrived—from the Cultivation Alliance.

Bid: 1.1 Jing.

Five seconds later, the second bid—from the Technological Civilization Consortium.

Bid: 1.3 Jing.

Ten seconds later, the third bid—from the True Game Committee.

Bid: 2 Jing.

The price skyrocketed.

Three minutes later, the Karma Security for 'Origin' was sold for 17.3 Jing.

Buyer: Anonymous.

Zhang Hao looked at the number, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

"17.3 Jing! Boss, just one civilization sold for 17.3 Jing?!"

Lin Chen nodded.

"Yes. This one is enough to resurrect ten ordinary civilizations."

He continued his operations, listing the remaining three hundred and seventy million civilizations on the exchange.

The financial markets across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms reached a fever pitch.

People were buying frantically, selling frantically, going long, going short, and some even set up 'Forgotten Civilization Index Futures'.

Three hours later, the first batch of 1,000 civilizations was successfully auctioned.

Total turnover: 3,700 Jing.

Lin Chen looked at the number and nodded with satisfaction.

"That's enough."

He transferred the entire 3,700 Jing to the 'Forgotten Civilization Foundation' and then opened a communication channel to all dimensions simultaneously.

"Everyone, the Resurrection Plan is officially underway."

"Phase One goal: Resurrect 1,000 civilizations."

"Estimated time: 100 years."

"Participation method: Any civilization can subscribe to Resurrection Bonds and enjoy dividends from the future resurrected civilizations."

"Now, begin."

As the words fell, countless rays of light poured in from all directions, converging on the names of the 1,000 chosen civilizations.

The light grew brighter and more dazzling.

Three seconds later.

Bang—!

With a loud boom, the 1,000 names exploded simultaneously, turning into countless points of light.

The light points condensed in the air, gradually taking shape.

The first to take shape was 'Origin'.

It was a civilization composed of pure light, without physical forms, only countless floating consciousnesses. They looked curiously at everything around them, at the civilizations watching, and at Lin Chen.

An Aged One's voice came from within the light:

"Are we... alive?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"Alive."

The voice fell silent for three seconds.

Then, it asked:

"Why?"

Lin Chen looked at it.

"Because you are worth it."

The voice fell silent again.

After a long time, it said softly:

"Thank you."

Lin Chen shook his head.

"No need for thanks. Remember, being alive is the best proof."

He turned to look at the 1,000 reviving civilizations.

"Everyone, welcome back."

"For the next ten thousand years, I will stay with you and rebuild step by step."

"In ten thousand years, you may stay if you wish, or leave if you wish."

"That is the promise."

The 1,000 civilizations did not speak.

But their light shone even brighter than before.

It was as if they were saying: We will remember.

In the distance, Zhang Hao whispered to Arrogant Dragon:

"Ten thousand years? The boss is going to live for ten thousand years?"

Arrogant Dragon looked at him.

"When has he ever died?"

Zhang Hao thought about it and nodded.

"True."

Morgana stood to the side, looking at Lin Chen's back, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

She remembered her former self.

She had been saved just like this.

She had been treated just like this.

"Lin Chen," she said softly, "you're still the same."

Lin Chen turned back and looked at her.

"What way is that?"

Morgana smiled.

"The way that makes people want to curse you, yet also want to thank you."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Curse me for what?"

Morgana didn't answer.

She just looked at the reviving civilizations and said softly:

"Curse you for being a fool."

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Then a fool I shall be."

He turned back to continue watching those lights.

Ten thousand years was a long time.

But he felt it was worth it.