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Chapter 213: The Archive Brother
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2026-06-08 05:09:00
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Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 213: The Archive Brother
Lu Shen refused a funeral."I am an archive anchor," he said. "Funerals are for the socially available dead.""That is the worst sentence anyone in our family has ever said.""You have not read Father's tax letters."My father, from the doorway, said, "I heard that."The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.For a moment, the archive room held three Lu men and an amount of awkwardness not even apocalypse could burn away.Lu Shen looked at our father."You remember me?"My father's face folded."Seven minutes older," he whispered.The immediate problem was an official record that turned a pe
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 212: The Corpse Groom's Spark
We found Daniel at the end of the bridal road.Not whole.Not gone.A single red lantern hung over a cracked path, its flame no larger than a fingernail. Inside the flame, Daniel Hart sat with his head bowed.Ava stood beside me for a long time before speaking.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Is this punishment?""Partly.""Is he conscious?"The lantern flickered.Daniel's voice came thin as thread.The immediate problem was a dead contract written in loving language. The worse problem was that the refugees were listening. Nobody had the luxury of naming the
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 211: My Father Comes Home
My father slept for eighteen hours.Aunt Lan checked his breathing every ten minutes and denied it when I noticed.When Lu Jianming finally woke, the first thing he said was, "Your mother always overcomplicated things."I laughed so hard I had to sit down.Then I cried, which was less dignified for a newly installed City God but probably healthy.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.My father reached for my hand.His palm was warm.That small fact nearly destroyed me."I remember pieces," he said. "Doors. Smoke. Your voice calling me a man. I held onto that.""You did
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 210: Lu Mei's Verdict
My mother's trial was private only in the sense that the whole city did not fit in the room.My father came.Lu Shen came through the archive mirror.Aunt Lan came because no one was brave enough to tell her not to.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Ava came as witness, recorder off this time.Lu Mei stood before me in her dead body, system core gone, administrator title stripped away. Without the screens, she looked smaller."I plead guilty," she said.Judge Xue asked, "To which charge?""All that are true."The immediate problem was a minor g
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 209: Trials After Victory
Victory did not cancel consequences.We began with the Morgue Queen.She stood in court without crown or borrowed face. Around her waited those she had preserved, used, traded, and failed.The trial lasted until noon.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Some demanded destruction. Some asked why she had remembered them when gods had not. Some could not speak at all, and Ava read their statements from recovered morgue tags.In the end, the sentence was service under witness.The Morgue Queen would keep the Hall of Returned Names, restoring identities to the unclaimed
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 208: Dawn Has a Sound
Dawn sounded like people not dying.No trumpets. No divine choir.Just coughing, crying, a child asking for water, someone laughing too loudly because they could, Zhao Feng blowing his whistle at a ghost who tried to steal a bicycle, Aunt Lan yelling that breakfast was not optional.The sky over Qinghe turned gray, then pale gold.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.For the first time since Black Rain, sunlight touched Old Street without turning to ash.Survivors came out slowly.They stared at the temple.Then at me.I felt the new title stir, ready to become distance.
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