togophonebook Chapter 137 Who Dares to Delete the Monkey's Name
Chapter 137 Who Dares to Delete the Monkey's Name
The pen tip falls.
The circle of black blades in the sky all trembled simultaneously.
The first piece of paper suddenly stretched out, as if someone had ripped the three characters "Sun Wukong" apart. A red light pressed down, first heading towards the last character, "Kong".
Sun Wukong swayed.
The golden cudgel, which was originally suspended in mid-air, sank half an inch.
On Flower Fruit Mountain, the old monkey changed his expression first.
"Monkey King!"
The Bull Demon King charged forward, his footsteps shattering the rocks, and swung his fist to smash into the sky. But before the force of his punch even reached mid-air, the outer layer of black blades spun, forcefully sending him crashing back.
boom!
The Bull Demon King slid more than ten feet away, his feet leaving two deep furrows on the ground.
The chief clerk stood above the array of swords, flicked his sleeve, and the smile on his face grew colder and colder.
"Did you see that?"
"What is being slashed is not the physical body, but the reputation."
"Once fame is lost, power dissipates."
"Your Great Sage Equal to Heaven will soon be nothing but an empty shell."
The demons below felt their scalps tingle.
The white dragon horse gritted its teeth, its dragon scales bristling, and turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Aren't you going to make a move?"
Chen Fan did not reply.
He stared at the black pen, his eyes darkening.
The temporary agency right has only a tiny ember left.
The blade that blocked my own attack has burned away most of it. Now, it's only enough for one more write at most.
Once again, you have to get there first.
The black blade in the sky has begun its second rotation.
The character “空” actually has a corner missing from its edge.
Sun Wukong let out a muffled groan, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He glanced up at the note and cursed under his breath.
"You son of a bitch."
"Who dares to use this dirty pen to write Old Sun's name?"
The chief clerk looked at him as if he were a madman.
"Still being stubborn."
"In the next instant, you'll even lose the right to swear."
After he finished speaking, he lowered the pen tip again.
Chen Fan's eyes sharpened.
Can't wait.
He slapped the cicada fragment on his chest, then with his other hand, he formed a pen with his fingers and made a sharp stroke in the air.
"Agency rights activated!"
hum!
A layer of golden light suddenly exploded on the tattered page.
Chen Fan's finger bled, the blood trailing a crooked line down his fingertip. He wrote very quickly, almost squeezing the words out through gritted teeth.
"Sun Wukong, character priority protection!"
As the last word fell, half of the tattered page was consumed by fire.
A golden railing suddenly appeared in the sky above Huaguo Mountain.
As soon as that barrier appeared, the first few hundred black swords all crashed into it.
Click!
The gold railing cracked on the spot.
But in that instant, the sword strike aimed at the character "空" (empty) also went astray.
The original cut that was meant to sever the last part of the name was deflected by half a foot, only shaving off the corner of the paper strip without actually cutting off the character "空".
The chief clerk's face darkened.
He stared at the crumbling gold railing, his eyelids twitching twice.
"Do you still have any remaining agents?"
Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed heartily.
"Surprised?"
"I've been in the Correctional Department for so long, do you really think I've been doing this for nothing?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the golden railing shattered completely.
Gold dust fell from the sky.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest and took two steps back. Tang Sanzang quickly supported him.
"Can you still write?"
Chen Fan shook his head.
"That's all."
"It's really gone now."
Tang Sanzang's face turned ugly.
If it's gone, it means the next blow will be unavoidable.
The chief clerk quickly smiled again.
This time the laughter was even more intense.
"What's the use of blocking half a blow?"
"Sun Wukong has fallen short of expectations."
He pointed with his hand.
Everyone could clearly see that the originally soaring demonic aura above Sun Wukong's head had indeed weakened considerably. It was as if someone had forcibly plucked a piece from it.
The eyes of the surrounding demons turned red.
This is the Monkey King.
It is the flag of Huaguo Mountain.
If we are stripped of our titles in front of them today, who will dare to hold their head high in the future?
"Monkey King!"
Pigsy, carrying his nine-toothed rake, rammed forward, cursing under his breath.
"Make way for that old pig, I'm going to wrestle that bastard who's writing this down too!"
The Black Bear Spirit and Red Boy also rushed forward.
But as soon as the sword formation descended, thousands of black swords crisscrossed into a net, and the three of them were forced to retreat repeatedly as soon as they crashed into it. The fire that Red Boy spewed out was cut into several pieces by the sword energy, exploding wildly in the sky.
"All of you, stand back!"
Sun Wukong suddenly spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was very hoarse.
But as soon as that sound came out, everyone stopped.
Chen Fan looked up.
Sun Wukong slowly straightened up, his grip on his staff tightening. The vein on his forehead throbbed violently, and it felt as if an entire mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, yet he still managed to stand firm, little by little.
The chief clerk looked at him with a mocking gaze.
"Still trying to hold on?"
Sun Wukong raised his head, his eyes filled with ferocity.
"Support your ancestors."
The next moment, his feet exploded, and he shot straight into the sky!
boom!
It was like a thunderclap in mid-air.
No one expected that even with a corner of his name cut off, he would still dare to act so recklessly.
The clerk's smile froze for a moment, then he immediately picked up his pen.
"Press it down!"
The black blades in the inner circle fell in unison.
Hundreds, thousands, like the entire sky crashing down on Sun Wukong's head.
Sun Wukong didn't even try to dodge.
He gripped the golden cudgel with both hands and swung it in a wide arc towards the densest point of the blade formation!
"Open it for Old Sun!"
Boom!
When that stick was thrown out, it was as if a hole had been punched in the sky.
The first three layers of black blades shattered instantly, turning into dust and ashes. The array patterns behind them were also knocked askew, and half of the array eye on the left collapsed.
The entire sword formation suddenly trembled.
A crack appeared on the black writing tray at the feet of the chief clerk.
There was a moment of silence below Flower Fruit Mountain, then in the next instant, all the demon soldiers exploded.
"Monkey King!"
"The Monkey King hasn't fallen!"
"Smash him to death!"
The Bull Demon King grinned so hard his teeth were showing, and he swung his iron cudgel and roared at the sky.
"See that!"
"That's what you call the Monkey King!"
With a flick of its tail, the white dragon horse swept away all the falling broken swords, its eyes shining brightly.
Tang Sanzang was even more straightforward, slamming his staff directly onto the ground.
"What a load of crap."
"Whoever deletes their name today, this humble monk will raid their entire base first!"
Chen Fan smiled too.
Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.
But finally, he regained his breath.
The chief clerk, however, remained calm.
He first looked down at the cracked array plate at his feet, then looked up at Sun Wukong, his face gradually darkening.
"OK."
"That's really good."
"If the railing is damaged, it can also break the key point of the formation."
"No wonder the higher-ups kept telling us to cripple you first."
Sun Wukong landed back in mid-air, leaning on his staff with one hand, his chest heaving.
That blow was very powerful.
The cost was also considerable.
Chen Fan could tell that the monkey's breathing was erratic. He had just forced himself to fight back by sheer willpower.
If another round comes, it's really hard to say if we can hold on.
The chief clerk also noticed it.
He suddenly raised his hand and slowly straightened the slip of paper with "Sun Wukong" on it, staring at the three words as if he were looking at a piece of meat waiting to be cut.
"Let's cut the 'empty' today."
"Next time, the one to be cut will be 'Enlightenment'."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on Flower Fruit Mountain changed their expressions.
"Empty" means losing combat power.
What is "enlightenment"? No one can say for sure.
Just from the name, you know it's no small matter.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and grinned.
"Try carving one yourself."
The chief clerk said coldly, "You will see."
Chen Fan suddenly spoke up: "We won't wait until next time."
Everyone looked at him.
He wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze now resolute.
"We can't hold on anymore."
"If we keep guarding it, something really bad is going to happen to Monkey King's nameplate."
The Bull Demon King immediately replied, "What are you going to do?"
Chen Fan looked up at the black pen, speaking quickly.
"They're using active-duty correction pens now, and the tips are too sharp. The only way to break them is to use an old pen tip to break them."
The white dragon horse frowned: "Old brushstrokes? Where did you get old brushstrokes from?"
The fragment of the golden cicada leaf trembled in Chen Fan's arms, emitting a weak sound.
"Discarded military archives."
"The old pens, broken nibs, and broken seals discarded by the Correction Department are all sealed there."
"Those things are unclean and unstable, but they have one advantage."
"They recognize the old authority, not the current commander."
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
"As expected, there is."
When the chief clerk heard this, his expression changed for the first time.
"shut up!"
With a wave of his hand, the sword formation was about to descend again.
Chen Fan didn't give him a chance to gain the upper hand, turning around and shouting, "Brother Niu, you guard the mountain. Sanzang, White Dragon Horse, come with me. Red Boy, take ten quick-handed ones. Pigsy, stay behind to support Monkey King."
Pigsy was taken aback: "Old Pig isn't going to rob the treasure?"
"Hey, who caught Monkey King when he fell down from Flower Fruit Mountain?"
Zhu Ganglie thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.
"OK."
"Then hurry up."
Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Chen Fan and grinned.
"Old Chen."
"Go quickly and come back quickly."
"I, Old Sun, can still smash it one more time."
Chen Fan pointed at him.
"Don't be a show-off."
"If you let someone touch 'Enlightenment' this time, I'll curse you for three days and three nights."
Sun Wukong laughed heartily, but before his laughter subsided, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
The chief clerk watched this scene coldly, his eyes like knives.
"Do you think just anyone can walk into the armory?"
"That place has been sealed off for a long time."
Suddenly, Jin Chan's Fragment cried out in a shrill voice, "The main gate is sealed off!"
"There's still one abandoned branch!"
Chen Fan pulled it out.
"Where?"
The torn page shook twice, as if it hadn't expected to be forced to reveal its contents at this point.
"In...in a deleted scene from the old storyline."
"Back in the day, at the mouth of the Guanjiang River where Erlang Shen lived, there was an abandoned branch line that wasn't properly cleared. The entrance to the military depot was buried behind that branch line!"
"As long as we can find that erased section, we can insert it directly into the outer layer of the armory."
The white dragon horse gasped.
"Guanjiangkou?"
Even the Bull Demon King was stunned for a moment.
"Isn't that Erlang Shen's territory?"
Chen Fan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
The deleted side story.
Abandoned military archives.
Old brushstrokes.
It's all strung together.
He turned abruptly, looked at the cracked sky in the northwest, and smirked.
"it is good."
"Then let's go to Guanjiang Estuary."
He had barely finished speaking when a piercing tearing sound suddenly came from above.
It's not a sword formation.
It was as if someone in the sky had forcibly turned the page of an old book.
The next instant, half of a broken stone bridge appeared from the clouds in the northwest. At the bridgehead stood a broken stele with only three blurry characters remaining on it.
Guan...Jiang...kou...
Behind the stone bridge, a wisp of black mist rolled in, and a half-open old door slowly emerged.
Chapter 342 There are still discarded drafts at Guanjiang Estuary
As soon as the stone bridge appeared, the black fog in the sky seemed to have found an opening and tore it apart violently to both sides.
The old door has been completely exposed.
The door was short, dusty, and cracked at the edges, like a dilapidated warehouse door that had been sitting for many years. But the dark gold patterns on the door still shone, like an old fire that hadn't been completely extinguished, hiding a hidden power.
Sun Wukong stepped onto the stone bridge first.
The bridge surface suddenly sank, and a rustling sound like pages rubbing together could be heard.
He looked down and chuckled.
"This bridge is not made of stone."
Chen Fan followed, and as soon as his shoes touched the ground, the bridge surface softened, as if he were stepping on a solid book.
He bent down and touched it, his fingertips picking up a layer of fine dust.
It's not soil.
It's paper ash.
"A bridge built from discarded drafts."
The tattered cicada leaf was stuck to his shoulder, and his voice was strained.
"Guanjiangkou used to be under the jurisdiction of the War God Case Archives. Any undecided general templates or unapproved character drafts would be temporarily stored here."
The Bull Demon King, carrying his iron cudgel, exhaled a puff of white breath from his nostrils.
Speak like a human.
"It's just that the Heavenly Court wrote so many bad characters that they didn't dare to actually destroy them, so they just stuffed them into warehouses first."
"Even a god of war can be written as trash?"
The Bull Demon King's eyes widened in surprise.
The Golden Cicada Fragment paused for a moment, then whispered, "Not only can it be written as garbage, but it can also be modified and rewritten. As long as the higher-ups want it, today you are a loyal subject, tomorrow you can become a traitor."
As soon as he said this, the broken stele at the bridgehead suddenly trembled.
The fragment of Yang Jian's broken tail emerged from Chen Fan's sleeve.
It was still in that half-broken state, with only a section of divine runes spinning, and a large chunk missing from the last page, as if it had been forcibly torn off.
He stared at the old door, remaining silent for a long time.
Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him.
"Do you recognize this place?"
The fragment remained silent for a moment.
"I've been there before."
In short, everyone on the bridge turned to look at him.
Even Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"You're not a fragment of Yang Jian's work? You originated from here?"
The fragment let out a low laugh, a somewhat dry laugh.
"I am not 'Yang Jian's fragments'."
"I was originally Yang Jian too."
The bridge fell silent for a moment.
The Bull Demon King was the first to utter a curse.
"Bullshit. How many can one person have?"
"able."
He answered the incomplete question very quickly.
"As long as the case file isn't finalized, we can keep writing version after version. If this one doesn't work, we'll switch to that one. If this one's too wild, we'll revise it to be more stable. If this one's disobedient, we'll cut it down and add a lock."
His voice became noticeably somber as he finished speaking.
"My version lost."
Chen Fan stared at him without saying a word.
The remaining fragments will continue on their own.
"I was portrayed as a much fiercer character. Not the gatekeeper of Guanjiang Estuary, nor the obedient but ruthless True Lord. My version was all about killing, conquest, and purges. I was far more ruthless than the current Yang Jian."
"Later, the higher-ups felt it was too difficult to control."
So I deleted it.
The Bull Demon King felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.
Sun Wukong laughed, but his laughter was full of coldness.
"I thought only monkeys were being tricked. Turns out, those three eyes weren't something they were born with."
The fragment did not refute this.
He just stared at the door, as if he were staring at his old grave.
Chen Fan suddenly spoke.
"You're not the only one here."
"right."
The fragment replied.
"There are other Yang Jians. Other war gods. Other Heavenly Court models. Some were never even released. Some were only used for a few days. Some were deleted as soon as they were listed."
"This is not a warehouse."
"This is a scrapped military depot."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
The revisionist department's array of censorship tools was already ruthless enough.
Now another abandoned military archive has surfaced.
The meaning is very clear.
The Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sects have far more complex authority than simply bestowing titles and punishments.
They are writing about people.
Even in mass production.
The thread in Chen Fan's mind snapped taut.
Sun Wukong. Tang Sanzang. White Dragon Horse. Yang Jian. Bull Demon King.
Are these people truly living their lives?
Or should we first have a template, and then fill in the information according to the template?
As he was thinking, the system panel suddenly popped up.
[High-privilege rejected case area detected]
Character template traces detected
[Hint: The current world contains a structure that is "copyable," "replaceable," and has "multiple versions coexisting."]
[Warning: Host, please exercise caution when handling core files.]
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The system provided clear instructions.
That means it's not just a guess.
it is true.
Characters can be copied.
It can be replaced.
They can even coexist.
His heart suddenly warmed, not out of fear, but out of excitement.
This is huge news.
It's so big that it could tear half of the Heavenly Court's skin off.
He grinned.
"Good, very good."
"They treat the three realms as a stage and people as scripts to be rewritten."
"Then I'll take care of their backers today."
Sun Wukong got excited as soon as he heard that, and slung his golden cudgel horizontally over his shoulder.
"Go in and smash it."
"Don't rush."
The fragment suddenly spoke.
"The door is hard to open."
The group had already arrived at the old gate.
There was no keyhole on the door, only a recessed disc. Fine characters were engraved around the edge of the disc; the characters were old, and some were even chipped off.
Chen Fan took a closer look and recognized a few words.
"Case source verification".
"Same source for storage".
"Prioritize the original carrier."
The Bull Demon King frowned.
"What are all these things?"
The fragment whispered, "The outer door of the armory only recognizes the original carrier signal. In other words, either the person who stored it in comes to open it, or they bring something of the same origin as them."
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel against the door.
"If you can't open it, smash it."
With a bang.
The door pattern only swayed slightly.
The next moment, a bluish-black shockwave suddenly bounced back.
Sun Wukong slipped and stumbled back three steps, his staff making a humming sound.
The Bull Demon King's eyelids twitched.
"Even the monkeys were deterred?"
Sun Wukong flicked his wrist, not only not annoyed, but his eyes shone brightly.
"That's interesting."
He raised the stick, wanting to strike again.
The fragmented text let out a shout.
"Don't smash it! If you alert the guards inside, the whole old case at Guankou will be dug up. Then not only will the discarded drafts be brought out, but even the current War God template might be dragged out."
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop the monkey.
"He's right. Open the door first."
Sun Wukong clicked his tongue and put away his staff.
Chen Fan stared at the disc, quickly going through the details in his mind.
Signals from the same source.
Original carrier.
Can the fragments of Yang Jian's works be opened?
He looked at the incomplete manuscript.
"Give it a try."
The fragment flew over and was attached to the disc.
A faint light shone on the door.
It was quickly extinguished again.
A line of text appeared.
[Version corrupted, verification failed]
The Bull Demon King was delighted.
"You can't even get into your own house."
The fragment didn't turn back, but the voice grew even drier.
"I've already said it. I'm a failure."
As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere on the bridge became heavy.
Chen Fan glanced at him and suddenly said, "Failure my ass. The fact that you're still alive is valuable enough to make you more valuable than those finished products."
A fragment of the text.
There was no response.
Sun Wukong also joined in and placed his hand on the disc.
The light pattern immediately surged up in a circle, rushing forward very fiercely.
But a few breaths later, the words changed again.
[Target Non-Military Depot Filing Master Template]
External tampering detected
[No passage allowed]
Sun Wukong laughed in anger.
"It thinks I, Old Sun, am too wild?"
Even the Bull Demon King tried.
The result is more direct.
[Inconsistent Demonic Status]
[Not included]
The Bull Demon King's face turned black, and he swung his club, ready to smash it.
Chen Fan, however, did not move.
He kept looking at the words "Original carrier first" on the door.
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings are not acceptable.
Sun Wukong is no good.
The Bull Demon King won't do.
Who else is there?
Jin Chan Canye whispered, "Could they be asking for the current Yang Jian?"
"That's impossible."
Chen Fan shook his head.
"If we wait for him to come, will we be entering his armory or his ambush?"
He stared at the disc, the sense of familiarity growing stronger in his mind.
It's not that the words look familiar.
It was this door that gave him a familiar feeling.
Like I've seen it before.
I've even touched it.
He frowned and slowly raised his hand.
Sun Wukong tilted his head.
"Would you like to try it too?"
"Give it a try."
"You're not Yang Jian."
Chen Fan chuckled.
"Who dares to say they really are who they are now?"
Upon hearing this, everyone on the bridge fell silent.
Chen Fan placed his hand on the center of the disc.
ice.
It's not just ordinary coolness.
It felt like putting your hand into an old well; the chill seeped straight into your bones through your arm.
The next instant, the lines on the disc lit up one by one.
First, there was one.
Then the third time.
Finally, all the gold patterns on the entire door lit up.
The Bull Demon King opened his mouth wide.
"Is it open?"
Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, and his golden cudgel was already positioned in front of Chen Fan, guarding against a sneak attack from behind the door.
The fragment froze completely, and even the voice changed.
"impossible."
"How can you have signals from the same source?"
The door did not open immediately.
It's like it's confirming something.
Strange lines crawled up the back of Chen Fan's hand, swept across his wrist, swept across his shoulder, and finally stopped half an inch in front of his brow, as if looking at him.
Chen Fan felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.
He wasn't afraid of the door opening.
He was afraid that the door might actually recognize him.
A few breaths later.
Click.
A soft sound came from inside the old door.
Like a mechanism that had been stuck for a long time finally loosening.
A sliver of dim light peeked through the crack in the door.
Immediately afterwards, a line of clear small characters appeared in the center of the disc.
Those words weren't carved.
It was written on the spot.
The pen is sharp, and the ending is decisive.
It's as if someone stood inside the door, across many years, and lightly left a mark on the outside.
Identity verification passed
Welcome back, backup media.
Chapter 343 Welcome Back, Backup Carrier
The words were floating on the door.
The dim yellow light flickered, like an old lamp wick that was about to burn out but was still stubbornly holding on.
The Bull Demon King was the first to curse.
"What the hell? A backup device? Old Chen, you've gotten another identity behind our backs?"
Sun Wukong didn't turn around; his golden cudgel remained horizontal, and his voice was very low.
"Step back."
The fragments floated in mid-air, like a ghost.
"No, no, this place only recognizes internal access to the experimental field. How could an outsider like you possibly pass the verification?"
Chen Fan stared at those six words, his throat going dry.
He wanted to deny it.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.
A door will admit its mistake once, but not twice.
The icy chill from before seeped into his very bones. It wasn't a blood test, nor a test of magical power. It was more like someone had dissected him completely, examining him from the inside out.
Click click click.
The old door was finally opened completely.
Behind the door was neither the mountain of weapons they had imagined, nor the ground covered with traps.
It's very empty inside.
It's like an old warehouse where most of the stuff has been moved out.
Black pillars stood all around. Their shafts bore numerous knife marks, as if someone had carved words on them and then scraped them off stroke by stroke. Metal plates covered the ground, and walking on them produced an echo. In the very center hung a ball of grayish-white light, like a crumpled and unfolded sheet of paper, suspended in mid-air.
Chen Fan had just taken a step inside.
Then the light shone.
A cold, hard voice rang out from inside the warehouse.
"Welcome back, Backup Carrier No. 7."
The Bull Demon King's eyes widened in surprise.
"It even has a serial number?"
Sun Wukong turned to look at Chen Fan, but said nothing.
The look in his eyes wasn't intense, but Chen Fan felt even more uneasy.
Number seven.
In other words, he wasn't the only one.
The fragments floated forward like madmen.
"Number Seven? Impossible. Wasn't the original carrier already—"
It stopped abruptly halfway through its sentence, as if something had choked it.
Several fine lines suddenly lit up on the black pillar, pressing it down into the air.
"Insufficient permissions. Bystanders are prohibited from accessing core files."
The fragment is in a hurry.
"I am not a bystander! I am the Ninth Experimental Field—"
hum.
Another beam of light swept across.
The fragment was pressed directly into the wall, like a piece of paper pasted on it, impossible to pry it off.
The Bull Demon King was delighted.
"This lousy place has a pretty bad temper."
Chen Fan didn't respond to that, staring at the gray light in the middle.
"You just mentioned backup carrier number seven. What about carriers one through six?"
The gray light flashed.
"Out of contact."
"Number eight?"
"Not enabled".
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
This is not an admission of wrongdoing.
This place really treats him like one of their own.
Sun Wukong put away half of his staff and took two steps forward.
"Ask something useful. Who built this place?"
The gray light remained silent for two breaths, as if searching.
"Arsenal ownership, Ninth Experimental Field, original carrier private encryption layer."
"The original carrier will implement a dual-insurance plan before termination."
Double insurance.
Chen Fan was startled.
finally come.
He took another step forward.
Explain yourself.
The gray light expanded outwards, spreading a faint curtain of light in mid-air. There was no image on it, only a few lines of text. The handwriting was the same as the one outside the door—sharp, with sharp, decisive endings, as if the writer never hesitated.
[Ninth Experimental Field Out of Control]
[The final draft is at risk of being altered]
[To prevent the story from breaking down, a double safety measure is in place]
The Bull Demon King didn't quite understand and scratched his head.
"What 'valid' and 'criminal' proposals? Who's speaking like a human being?"
This time, we won't use grayscale to answer.
Chen Fan had already guessed most of it.
He stared at the words, a tightness gripping his chest.
"continue."
The next line of text slowly appeared.
[Double Insurance Option 1: Chief Executive Officer]
[Double Insurance Two: The Rewriter of the Obsolete Case]
The warehouse was quiet.
Even the Bull Demon King remained silent.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes.
"Executive of the case. Rewriter of the abandoned case."
"These two paths are not like those of the same people."
Graylight replied, "One is responsible for maintaining the original objective. The other is responsible for continuing the unfinished work after the original objective fails."
The Bull Demon King finally understood.
"One takes the right path, the other cleans up the mess?"
This can be interpreted as such.
Chen Fan stood there, a jumble of fragments suddenly piecing together in his mind.
Chen Xuance.
The person who is always half a step ahead of him.
That person seemed to have seen the chessboard beforehand.
That person who seems to know everything from beginning to end, but always only tells half of it.
If what the military depot said is true.
Chen Xuance is very likely the other one in the double insurance.
Chief Executive Officer.
And he.
He is the one who continued writing the abandoned case.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan's expression changed.
Seeing that something was wrong with him, the Bull Demon King lowered his voice and asked, "Old Chen, what's on your mind?"
Chen Fan did not answer immediately.
He asked Graylight first.
Are the backup carrier and the official executive officer from the same source?
"Yes."
"Could it be understood as a primitive human splitting into two branches?"
The gray light paused for a moment.
"The description is similar. Before the original carrier terminates, it leaves two sets of continuation paths. The paths are complementary. Permissions are mutually exclusive. If necessary, they can be merged."
Merging tracks.
As soon as those two words were uttered, Sun Wukong paused slightly with his staff.
What will happen after the tracks are merged?
"Unknown. Lack of samples."
The Bull Demon King hissed.
"That doesn't sound like a good thing."
Chen Fan stared at the light screen, his gaze growing increasingly somber.
He always thought he was a time traveler.
At most, it's a bit special; at most, someone's been watching it.
Now it seems that's not the case.
He wasn't just some outsider who simply fell in.
He was part of the group that had been placed here long ago.
A backup plan.
A person who continues to write the story after the original plan has fallen apart.
The thought of the words "sequel writer" sent a chill down Chen Fan's spine.
He altered the Journey to the West along the way, dismantled Buddhism, overturned the Heavenly Court, rescued Sun Wukong, and halted the journey to the West. Many of these actions seem like choices he made himself.
But what if this is the job of a "rewriter of scrapped cases"?
So how much of each step he took was actually his own?
As if reading his mind, Sun Wukong spoke directly.
Don't get stuck on a single point.
"You forged your own path. Who gave you that status is irrelevant."
This is a very short statement.
Chen Fan's tightness in his chest eased slightly.
The Bull Demon King added a comment as well.
"Right. If you're really going to be a backup, then you have to be the most capable one. Anyone else would have died eight hundred times over."
Chen Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Your attempt at comforting me is rather crude."
The Bull Demon King chuckled.
"As long as it works."
A line of text lit up again in the gray light.
[Backup carrier No. 7 has been detected to have activated automatic calculation]
[Meets the criteria for opening deep archives]
hum.
The black pillars on both sides of the warehouse emitted a low hum at the same time.
A thin crack appeared in the ground, and a square box slowly rose up.
The box was small, entirely black, with no keyhole, only a very thin red line running through the middle of the box, as if it had been lightly sliced with a knife.
Chen Fan reached out to take it.
I just touched it, and the lid opened by itself.
There were no weapons inside.
There was only a thin gold leaf and a folded letter.
There were only four words written on the envelope.
"For the me who comes after me."
The Bull Demon King instinctively took a half step back.
"This tastes wrong. It's too weird."
Sun Wukong said, "Open it."
Chen Fan took the letter out.
The paper was old, and the edges were brittle. But the words on it looked like they had just been written.
It's still the same style of writing.
Profitable, stable, no fluff.
If you are seeing this letter, it means there's a problem with the original proposal.
Don't rush to doubt yourself.
You are not a substitute.
You are a backup plan I deliberately left behind.
Upon seeing this, Chen Fan's breath caught in his throat.
The Bull Demon King also poked his head out.
"Who wrote this? Is it really the original medium?"
Chen Fan didn't answer and continued reading.
[In the Ninth Experimental Field, you cannot bet on just one line.]
I set up two characters.
One person should go and do what needs to be done.
[To pick up where the story shouldn't have ended.]
The former is holding a knife.
The latter takes out a pen.
A knife can clear a path.
A pen can change the course.
Curry was eerily quiet.
Even the fragments stopped struggling and remained stuck to the wall, motionless.
Sun Wukong looked at the words and whispered, "The one with the knife, is that Chen Xuance?"
Chen Fan nodded, then shook his head.
"Most likely. And it might not just be him."
He continued reading.
In the following lines, the handwriting suddenly became a little messy.
Like the person writing the letter, there wasn't enough time.
If you have seen the black box, it means you are beginning to get closer to the truth.
Don't believe everything you see on the surface. The surface can lie.
The real record is in the encryption layer.
The key to unlocking the lock is not with me.
Go find Blacklight.
[The black light is in the hands of the chief executive officer.]
Upon seeing this, Chen Fan looked up immediately.
"Lights out."
Graylight responded: "Confirmed. Encrypted messages require dual permissions to unlock. Backup carrier number seven has the necessary permissions, but the Black Light held by the executive officer is still missing."
The Bull Demon King cursed.
"After going around in circles, we still have to find Chen Xuance."
Chen Fan turned the letter over to the back.
There's one last sentence.
It only has seven characters.
If you see him, don't kill him yet.
The Bull Demon King was stunned.
"What kind of reminder is this? Do you two have a grudge from the past?"
Chen Fan slowly put the letter away.
He already knew it very well.
This is not a reminder.
This is a warning.
The fact that the original carrier specifically left the message "Don't kill yet" suggests that Chen Xuance's side is likely in an extremely dangerous position. It's even possible that their very first meeting will be a life-or-death struggle.
Sun Wukong suddenly asked the gray light.
What else is here?
"The remaining supplies in the military depot are 90% destroyed due to multiple attacks. There is one usable file, one usable marker, and one unidentifiable remnant."
"Take it out."
The ground shook again.
In the deepest part ahead, the darkness that had never been lit was slowly cut open by several thin beams of light.
It was as if someone had taken a knife and pried open a layer of the night that had been buried for many years.
Chen Fan squinted and looked over.
What was revealed first was a broken metal wall.
The walls were covered with names.
He had seen some of them before.
Some of them I've never even heard of.
Tang Sanzang.
Sun Wukong.
Ao Lie.
Bull Demon King.
Nezha.
Yang Jian.
Tathagata.
The Jade Emperor.
The names were listed one after another, filling the entire space.
Strangely, almost all of these names have been altered.
Some were cut in half.
Some are cut off entirely.
It's like someone taking a pen, writing something, and then destroying it with their own hands.
The Bull Demon King frowned as he looked at it.
"Who did this? And why are they so vengeful?"
No one replied to him.
Because there's something else inside.
The thing was suspended in mid-air.
Very fine.
Like a pen that has been broken in half.
The pen shaft was cracked, and the end was charred black, as if it had been burned. What was truly chilling was the tiny bit of broken tip at the front.
It was clearly only a small section left, with a bit of dark red light still clinging to the tip.
The light was not bright.
But it silenced the entire armory.
The gray light paused for the first time.
It took several breaths before it spoke.
"Unidentified remains".
"Suspected to be a remnant of the original writer."
Chen Fan took a step forward.
A dull thud came from the metal plate beneath my feet.
next moment.
The broken half of the brush suddenly trembled slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a new name slowly emerged at the very bottom of the entire name wall.
The characters are not finished yet.
Only two words came out.
Chen... Xuan...
Chen Fan's expression changed drastically, and he looked up abruptly.
The broken brush tip actually moved on its own.
Chapter 344 The Writer's Pen
As the broken half of the brush moved, the entire wall of names emitted a low thud.
"Chen...Xuan..."
Two words emerged, as if someone were slowly carving them into the wall with a knife.
Sun Wukong exploded first.
"Screw you!"
He picked up the stick and smashed it.
Before the golden cudgel could fall, a gray light suddenly pressed down, forming a hard shell in mid-air. With a bang, the shadow of the cudgel shook the entire corridor, and old names on the walls peeled off in patches, falling down like dead skin.
Chen Fan didn't look at Sun Wukong.
He stared at the broken pen tip.
My palms are hot.
The backup carrier's markings lit up again.
The gray light is still scanning.
"Target confirmed."
"The highest-grade prohibited item in the military arsenal."
"Raw writer remnant".
Code name: The Writer's Pen.
Upon hearing these six words, Yang Chan's expression changed.
"No wonder it can write its own name."
The fragment of Yang Jian's broken-tailed scroll floated nearby, the characters trembling wildly, as if excited or afraid.
It lunged forward half an inch, forcefully tearing out a line of the character "裂" (liè, meaning crack) in the air.
Don't smash it.
Take it.
[The Crackdown on Editing/Delete]
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
This is what he's been waiting for.
The array of modified blades outside was closing in, and Huaguo Mountain couldn't hold out for long. At this moment, a treasure specifically designed to counter the modified blades emerged from the deepest part of the armory, clearly indicating their intention to change the tide of battle.
The gray light suddenly turned cold.
"The contraband has been exposed."
"Activate the main ward."
"Remove all unauthorized targets."
next moment.
The entire floor of the military depot was cracked.
Black metal plates flipped up like coffin lids being opened. Emerging from within were not heavenly soldiers or puppet beasts, but a row of Yang Jian figures.
wrong.
It's the old version of the Yang Jian template.
Some of them had not fully opened their three eyes, and their foreheads looked like they had a bloody gash.
Some were carrying broken three-pointed double-edged knives.
Some have half a face made of metal, while the other half still retains human skin.
The one at the very front was the most intact, clad in old silver armor, half of which was rotten on his shoulder armor, and his eyes were as cold as iron in an ice well.
As soon as he came out, all the gray light in the corridor gathered on him.
"Unresolved fragments."
"Backup media not logged out".
"Unauthorized access to the main database".
He looked at Chen Fan, his lips pursed downwards.
"It should be deleted."
Sun Wukong laughed as soon as he heard that.
"You dare to talk about deleting?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another cracking sound rang out from the other side.
Seven tall sword puppets slid out from the wall.
They had no faces; their heads were simply pierced by long knives.
The chest was empty.
A row of miniature silver knives hung inside, spinning and making a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.
Yang Chan whispered, "Eliminate the sword puppets."
"Specifically removes incomplete drafts and dirty data."
"If you run into someone like that, you really will get cut off."
Sun Wukong grinned: "Then let's crush them!"
The most complete template of Yang Jian is shown by raising a hand and pointing.
"Clear out".
The seven sword puppets moved simultaneously.
It came as fast as a string of black shadows skimming along the ground.
Chen Fan did not back down.
Instead, he rushed towards the wall of names.
"Give me permission!"
The gray light instantly pressed down on his entire body.
"reject."
"Insufficient permissions on the backup media".
Chen Fan immediately cursed.
"I didn't come here to apply."
"I'm here to adjust the inventory!"
He slammed his palm into the ground, forcefully embedding the backup imprint into the bottom layer of the armory. The next moment, a tingling heat surged from his arm to his neck, his vision went black, and rows of old characters flashed through his mind.
[Carrier identification passed]
[Only some old permissions are retained]
[Capable of: emergency access, requisition of incomplete documents, and wartime relocation]
enough.
Chen Fan suddenly looked up and shouted at the broken-tailed Yang Jian fragment, "Lead the way! Break through their defenses!"
As if receiving a military order, the tattered fragment rushed out.
It did not hit anyone head-on.
It struck directly at the third eye on the forehead of the most complete Yang Jian template.
That's a bug left over from the old version.
It's also the place it knows best.
"boom!"
A muffled thud.
The most complete Yang Jian template actually had a crack around its forehead from the impact, and a gray light flashed immediately.
For the first time, he took half a step back.
The other old templates also paused for a moment.
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"good!"
He raised his baton and went straight up.
This strike was unorthodox.
It's just smashing it.
The foremost sword puppet raised its blade to block, but the golden cudgel fell, shattering the longsword first, then the head, and finally the chest. The row of spinning silver swords hadn't even flown out before they were crushed into a pile of scrap metal by the force of the cudgel.
The second sword puppet slashed from the side.
Sun Wukong flicked his wrist.
The club's tail swept across its waist, breaking it in two.
"Is that all you've got? You dare block my path?"
On the other side, Yang Chan also made a move.
The Lotus Lantern was not fully lit.
She emitted only a sliver of white light.
The light wasn't blinding, but it was specifically designed to sever connections. Just as the two old Yang Jian templates were about to join forces to form an array, the rune lines on their shoulder armor and waist broke simultaneously, immediately slowing their movements by half a beat.
Chen Fan seized this opportunity and continued to charge forward.
The gray light kept blocking him.
The door on the first floor.
There's a lock on the back.
A cold, impersonal message pops up on each floor.
"Master vault sealed."
"Prohibited items must not be moved."
"No items may be released from the warehouse without the supervisor's approval."
Chen Fan became increasingly enraged as he watched.
"The director's approval is a load of rubbish!"
"I'm taking backup rights and executing wartime database adjustments!"
He bit his tongue and spat blood onto the mark on his palm.
The mark seemed to come alive, crawling through the crack in the door.
Click.
The first lock is open.
Click click.
The second floor is also open.
The gray light started to illuminate, triggering an alarm.
"Violation of regulations".
"Violation of regulations".
"Illegal emphasis on the library."
Chen Fan sneered.
"Yes, I'm going to break the rules to the bitter end today."
The most complete Yang Jian template has now been placed on top.
He didn't fight Sun Wukong head-on.
He stared at Chen Fan.
It's obvious that the real danger isn't that these people are good at fighting, but that once that pen falls into Chen Fan's hands, the whole situation will be turned upside down.
"Cut him off."
At his command, the remaining five sword puppets all pounced on Chen Fan.
Sun Wukong cursed, leaping over the broken iron, and swung his staff horizontally, smashing three sword puppets away. But two more had already pressed against Chen Fan's back, their chests opening up and more than a dozen shrunken silver swords shooting out.
Yang Chan wanted to save her, but it was too late.
Chen Fan didn't even turn his head.
"A fragment!"
The broken-tailed fragment of Yang Jian's sword suddenly snapped back, directly blocking Chen Fan's back.
Puff puff!
All those silver knives were nailed into the fragments of the manuscript.
The fragment immediately cracked even more severely, and the words were almost falling apart.
But it's still holding on.
He is still writing characters based on the most complete template of Yang Jian.
Write only two.
【Fake】
For the first time, the most complete Yang Jian template's eyes wavered.
In the blink of an eye.
Sun Wukong has arrived.
"Take this from me, Old Sun!"
boom!
It hit him squarely on the shoulder.
The old silver armor cracked first.
The skeleton collapsed again.
He knelt directly on the ground, half of his body sinking in. His third eye on his forehead exploded open with a snap, shooting out gray light like a pot of boiling water being poured onto cold ground, making a sizzling sound.
I'd like to fill in the remaining templates.
Yang Chan pushed the lantern forward, and a burst of white light pressed down, nailing them all to the wall.
"Chen Fan, hurry!"
She didn't need to shout.
Chen Fan had already broken through the last layer of sealing.
The main storage center has finally been revealed.
There were no treasure chests or altars inside.
It's just a black stone platform.
The broken half of the brush was stuck in the center of the stone platform, its body riddled with cracks and its tip broken, leaving only a corner. But the moment Chen Fan saw it, his palm felt as if it had been bitten by something.
That's no ordinary treasure.
That's something that can really steal the main text.
The gray light is flashing alarms.
"Do not touch!"
"Do not touch!"
"The writer's pen carries the risk of rewriting the story!"
"Recycle immediately!"
The most complete Yang Jian template struggled to its feet from the pit, its mouth cracked, yet it was still roaring.
"If you take it, you're not just a fragment, you're a repeat offender!"
Chen Fan turned around and glanced at him.
"I already have."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the pen tip.
boom!
A scorching force surged into his body through his palm.
It's not that kind of superficial, inflated feeling.
It really hurts.
It's like someone is driving red-hot nails inch by inch into the bone.
Chen Fan felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost knelt down on the spot.
The brush tip didn't fall off.
Instead, it pressed itself tightly against Chen Fan's hand.
Immediately afterwards, a thin line seeped from the broken tip of the pen and slowly carved words into Chen Fan's palm.
Each stroke was carved very slowly.
It was also extremely ruthless.
Chen Fan looked down.
The flesh on his palm was torn open, revealing a sentence carved into it.
"Continuing the story isn't about patching up; it's about stealing the main text."
These words felt like a kick to the heart.
All the gray light instantly went haywire.
The old names on the name wall are rewritten row by row, and then disappear row by row.
The most complete Yang Jian template shows his pupils contracting and his voice changing.
"This is impossible..."
"How could it recognize you?"
Sun Wukong was laughing so hard he couldn't stop.
"What's wrong with acknowledging him?"
"You've ruined this lousy place; it's time for a change of ownership!"
He raised his hand and struck again.
This blow completely destroyed the main guard.
The old silver armor was torn to pieces.
The broken third eye flew out, crashed into the wall, and shattered into dust.
The other templates and puppets lost control and began to tremble wildly.
Some of them are flush against the wall.
Some committed suicide on the spot.
Another sword puppet even turned its long sword around and frantically slashed at the name wall, as if trying to erase all traces.
Chen Fan flipped his palm over.
The half of the brush tip suddenly lit up.
A thin, almost invisible ink line flew out, making a light, sweeping stroke.
The sword puppet stopped on the spot.
The next moment, all the silver knives on its chest fell off.
The long sword also broke.
My whole body felt like it had been stripped of its bones, crumbling into a pile of parts.
Chen Fan's eyes changed.
This thing really can block deletion and modification.
And it's not just any ordinary gram.
It can be dismantled as soon as you see it.
Yang Chan understood as well, and her breathing quickened.
"With it around, the Blade Array might not be able to suppress us."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He is adapting.
Once he started writing, many fragmented images flooded his mind. It was as if someone was rapidly turning pages in his ear, flipping through deleted versions of people and events, and over broken threads.
Just then.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the armory.
Not just one or two.
It's a large area.
Immediately afterwards, a passage was forcibly torn open above the gray light.
A minor demon from Flower Fruit Mountain, covered in blood, tumbled in, barely able to crawl, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Your Majesty! Strategist!"
"Something terrible has happened!"
"The Chief Clerk has arrived in person!"
"The modified blade formation has already reached the main peak of Flower Fruit Mountain!"
Sun Wukong's smile vanished instantly.
Chen Fan slowly raised his head.
The half of the pen tip in his palm was still burning hot.
Chapter 345 Give me the pen, I'll change it back for you.
The main peak of Huaguo Mountain is in complete chaos.
A black net hangs in the air above the mountaintop.
It's not the internet.
It was a dense array of glints of blades.
Each blade flash was like a stroke of a brush, a horizontal cut, a vertical cut, a flick to the side, a downward stroke, all aimed specifically at the name.
On the main peak's stone wall, the general book has already cracked.
What was once a densely packed list of names is now missing a piece in the east and an empty line in the west.
Every time a spot was missing, someone below would spit blood and collapse to the ground.
Zhu Ganglie knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently, still cursing.
"You bastard... You changed my name, fine, but you even dared to erase my soul register."
The line of text above his head had been reduced to just the two characters "Zhu Gang".
The last character, "鬣" (liè), looks as if it was scraped off with a knife.
With each stroke of his pen, the flesh on his body shrank.
It was originally as big as a mountain.
My face is sunken now.
The situation is even worse for the White Dragon.
He could barely stand, his dragon horns flickering, and the white dragon phantom behind him trembled incessantly.
In the master register, the latter half of the bloodline annotation in his column was already mostly blurred.
If they keep deleting it, his dragon might really be reduced to a useless species.
The abandoned cases around the army were in an even worse state.
Some people's names are only half-finished.
Some have even lost their surnames.
They were all clinging to their weapons, barely able to hold on.
A tall, thin man stood directly in front of the mountaintop.
He wore a black gauze hat and a black robe, and held an iron scroll in his hands.
He has a long face, thin lips, and eyes that look like two narrow slits.
Chief Clerk.
He raised his chin, his voice sharp as a knife scraping iron.
"A bunch of worthless drafts from Huaguo Mountain, do they even deserve to leave their names?"
"Your stuff should have been deleted anyway."
"Delete your name today and delete your roots tomorrow."
"Once you completely disappear from the register, who will remember you were ever here?"
With each word he spoke, the sword formation behind him pressed down a little further.
boom!
One of the soldiers involved in the abandoned case knelt down.
Just as he was about to get up, another stroke was missing from the name on the stone wall.
The person rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.
Sun Wukong stood at the very front.
The golden cudgel was held horizontally in front of him.
The stone beneath his feet had long been cracked, with the cracks spreading all the way to the edge of the cliff.
At the very top of the book, the three characters "Sun Wukong" are also flashing.
I didn't dare delete the entire blade array directly.
It's grinding.
Polish it stroke by stroke.
It felt like something was blocking it.
The chief clerk sneered.
"It's quite hard."
"The harder the better."
"This prisoner's favorite thing is to see tough guys crumble bit by bit."
Pigsy looked up and started cursing.
"Damn it, when the strategist comes back, I'll sharpen the knife on your donkey face first."
The chief clerk laughed even harder after hearing this.
"return?"
"What will he bring back?"
"Take that broken pen?"
"Does he really think he can go against the censorship department just because he's got his hands on some old stuff?"
He flipped through the iron book in his hand.
With a buzzing sound.
The aerial blade array lit up completely.
Dozens of black pen knives simultaneously turned towards Pigsy.
"Let's start with this dirty pig."
The knife fell.
Pigsy gritted his teeth, stood up, and swung his rake to block.
boom!
As the first knife fell, his arm sank and his foot sank into the stone.
The second cut brought blood to his mouth.
The third strike was about to land.
A voice suddenly came from afar.
"Screw you."
The voice was not loud.
But it was like a stone thrown into boiling oil.
Everyone on the main peak looked up.
At the end of the mountain path, two figures took a step into the air and rushed directly to the summit.
The one in front is Chen Fan.
His clothes were not straightened, and his right hand held up half of a pen tip, the tip of which shimmered with gray light, as if it had just been pulled out of a fire.
Sun Wukong grinned as soon as he saw him.
"You've come at the perfect time."
Pigsy's eyes lit up, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Strategist, hurry! Old Pig is about to be chopped into ribs!"
The chief clerk was taken aback at first, then his face darkened.
"They actually dared to come back."
"It's no use coming back."
"A broken blade is just a broken blade."
"Today, in front of you, I will delete them one by one."
Chen Fan completely ignored him.
Before the person even landed, the pen was already raised.
Without even glancing elsewhere, he wrote directly on the stone wall in the column for Zhu Ganglie.
As the pen stroke fell, a burst of gray light exploded.
One word: Success.
鬣。
Once the word was added, it was like a nail driven into the stone wall.
hum!
Zhu Ganglie was startled.
The flesh that had sunken in his chest swelled up again in the blink of an eye.
With a taut movement of his arm muscles, he deflected the blade's light that was pressing down on his head by three feet.
"Holy shit!"
Zhu Ganglie lowered his head, touched his belly, then his face, and burst into laughter.
"They're back! They're really back!"
"Hahaha, Old Pig is still the same Old Pig!"
He swung his nine-toothed rake and smashed it down.
The black blade that had been pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, shattered on the spot.
All around was deathly quiet.
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain were stunned for a moment, then they all exploded the next second.
"It's been repaired!"
"The strategist is truly capable of making changes!"
"Keep deleting! Keep deleting!"
The chief clerk's pupils contracted, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
"It's just adding one word, what kind of skill is that?"
"Can a name compensate for deficiencies, or can bloodlines be compensated for?"
Can a scrapped case be reinstated?
"This order was approved by the commander-in-chief, specifically to cut off any obstacle. You dare to try and take a broken pen—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Chen Fan has already switched to Xiao Bailong's side.
The little white dragon's face was frighteningly pale, and his mouth was covered in blood.
Chen Fan glanced at the master register.
The words behind that column are turning black.
Descendants of the Western Sea Dragon, their true bloodline continues.
The phrase "true bloodline survival" is almost gone.
Chen Fan picked up his pen and began to write.
It's not about replacing the original character.
They simply added a sentence next to it.
Bloodline lock, cannot be abolished.
As the eight words were spoken, the entire stone wall trembled violently.
The white dragon phantom behind the little white dragon first blurred, then seemed to come alive and burst out of its body.
hold head high--
A dragon's roar resounded.
The clouds above the main peak were all blown away.
The little white dragon lifted its feet off the ground, its horns suddenly lit up, and a ring of white scales grew down its neck, instantly stabilizing its previously precarious state.
He looked down at his hands, his breathing becoming erratic.
"We've stabilized..."
"It's really stabilized."
The next moment, he looked up and stared at the chief clerk, his eyes as cold as ice.
"You seemed to be having a lot of fun deleting things just now."
The contempt on the chief clerk's face finally froze.
"impossible."
"The annotations in the master register aren't something you can just change as you please!"
Chen Fan then turned his head and glanced at him.
"you're right."
"It's not about changing it."
"I'll change it back for you."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Chen Fan twirled his pen and swept it across the stone wall.
A gray line is drawn across the page, as if someone is piecing together a broken sentence in one breath.
Those names that had been cut down to fragments suddenly became visible, one after another.
"Liu the Three-Cut" delivered the final blow.
"Niu Erhe" restored the character "river".
The phrase "山魈七十九" originally only had the character "山" left, but the rest appeared in the next second.
ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
In the abandoned army camp, those who had fallen got up one by one.
Some people coughed violently while covering their throats, while others, holding knives, first stared blankly, then burst into laughter.
"My name is back!"
"My post wasn't deleted!"
"The strategist is awesome!"
The sound surged up instantly.
What was just a chaotic mess has stabilized in the blink of an eye.
They might even push it back.
A monkey general, missing half an arm and bearing the roster mark, grabbed an iron rod and charged forward.
"Brothers, let's hack the hell out of him!"
The chief clerk took a half step back, his face turning completely grim.
He slammed the iron book shut in his hand.
"Good, very good."
"Since you insist on writing it, then I'll just scrap the biggest one first."
He pointed with his hand.
"Suppress Sun Wukong!"
boom!
The entire sword formation instantly closed in.
The sword light in the sky no longer dispersed, but instead pressed down on Sun Wukong alone.
At the very top of the stone wall, around the three characters "Sun Wukong," hundreds of black marks emerged in one go.
It felt like countless invisible knives were drilling into those three words.
Sun Wukong felt a weight on his shoulder, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open.
He raised the stick to block it, his smile vanishing.
"This time they're after me, Old Sun."
The chief scribe sneered, "You are the main manuscript, the anchor. If you are deleted, all the sequels on this mountain will fall apart."
"Weren't you the one causing the most trouble?"
"Come on, let's see how many more cuts you can take."
One stroke and it's over.
Sun Wukong bent his knees.
The second cut came down.
His tiger's mouth split open.
As soon as the third strike landed, everyone from Flower Fruit Mountain changed their expressions.
Zhu Ganglie charged forward, only to be thrown back by the recoil from the array of blades.
The little white dragon transformed into a dragon shadow, but only tore open a corner.
The chief clerk burst into laughter.
"It's no use!"
"A director-level censorship technique, specifically designed to eliminate those who are truly powerful."
"No one can protect him!"
Chen Fan looked up and watched as the three characters on the stone wall gradually turned black.
He didn't rush over.
Instead, he stepped into thin air and ended up on top of the main peak.
He stood in the center of the sword formation.
The black knives buzzed and surrounded him.
Sun Wukong looked up and yelled, "Get down! That thing's going to hit your pen!"
The half-pen tip in Chen Fan's hand was getting hotter and hotter.
It was so hot it looked like it was about to explode.
He stared at it, then suddenly smiled.
"It wasn't aimed at my pen."
"It's scared."
The chief clerk thought it was a joke.
"Afraid?"
"You dare to make the Editing Department afraid?"
Chen Fan didn't respond.
He wrote directly in mid-air.
This stroke is not written on the stone.
Written in the air.
The gray light spread out, and the words hovered.
Sun.
Enlightenment.
air.
No.
can.
delete.
change.
Eight characters, each stroke of which hangs suspended in the sky.
The moment the last stroke of the character "改" was completed, the entire sword formation seemed to freeze.
It's really stuck.
Hundreds of black blades stopped in mid-air.
No more missing.
It can't be refunded.
Like a pack of mad dogs charging halfway through, only to have their necks suddenly grabbed by an iron chain.
The smile on the chief clerk's face vanished instantly.
He stared intently at those eight characters, his voice changing.
"Prohibits alteration of annotations?"
"How could you have written a 'Do Not Modify' annotation?!"
Chen Fan shook his wrist.
"You guys can delete it, but I can't just lock it?"
"Deleted my brother's account right in front of me."
"You're really brave."
The eight characters in the air suddenly jolted.
click!
The first black blade cracked.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
Cracks spread like a contagious disease, instantly covering the entire array of blades.
The chief clerk frantically flipped through the iron book, shouting urgently.
"Hold him down! Hold him down!"
"The commander-in-chief still retains authority, so this supervisor can still—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The sword formation collapsed completely.
boom!
The black light exploded into a shower of fragments, like ink blocks shattered by a punch, flying everywhere.
The backlash surged back along the iron book.
The chief clerk's chest bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward for more than ten feet, crashing through the stone platform behind him.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
The next second, the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain erupted in chaos.
"We won!"
"The sword formation has shattered!"
"The strategist has completely messed up the sword formation!"
Pigsy was the first to rush forward, carrying a rake and smashing it into the ruins.
"You're so good at deleting, huh? Come on, let me delete your teeth!"
The little white dragon was even faster; in a flash of white, the dragon spear was already pressed against the chief clerk's throat.
The guy's face was half covered in blood, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Impossible...impossible..."
"The sequel writer, Remnant Blade, shouldn't be this strong..."
Chen Fan landed back on the ground, walked up to him, and looked down at him.
"Your editing department, are you all sitting too high up all the time?"
"Do you really think that just because you put a name on it, it belongs to your family?"
The chief clerk still tried to struggle.
"You can't touch me, but the Editing Department won't—"
Pigsy kicked him in the face.
"Shut up."
That kick was both powerful and solid.
The chief clerk lost half of his tooth.
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain watched with great delight, their curses and laughter mingling together.
Sun Wukong then put away his staff, walked to Chen Fan's side, and looked up at the sky.
Those eight characters are still there.
The black fragments left after the blade array shattered did not disperse.
Instead, it was all absorbed little by little by that half-finished brush tip.
In the gray light, a layer of black lines slowly appeared.
Like ink, and like knife marks.
Chen Fan's palm suddenly felt heavy.
The broken half of the pen suddenly trembled.
The next second, a new line of writing emerged from the crack in the pen, visible only to him.
Batch completion: Allows for simultaneous completion of incomplete targets of the same type.
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed.
Zhu Ganglie was still stomping on people, cursing as he did so.
"I'll let you delete it, I'll let you pretend, I'll let you scare people with that lousy notebook."
The little white dragon suddenly looked up, his expression changing.
"military adviser."
There's something up there.
Chen Fan looked up.
The black rift in the sky, which had been broken, had somehow failed to close.
From deep within the crack, a sheet of paper slowly emerges.
It's not ordinary paper.
It's a gold page.
The edge of the page was on fire and was slowly sinking.
At the very top, there was only one line of large, blood-red characters.
Huaguo Mountain, all members re-examined.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spun his golden cudgel with a "click".
"Looks like it's not some small fry that's coming."
Chen Fan gripped the pen tightly.
The pen was still hot.