World Occult User Guide

The rain was pouring down and the wind was howling in the air.

Gray skies swept across busy streets as pedestrians hurried in different directions.

Headlights roar by and towering buildings line the streets of this city in Michigan's far west.

Sewage flowed into the gutters, reflecting the industrial and gloomy outline of the entire city.

"Da da da... da da da..."

A young man carrying a satchel was running desperately in a narrow street. There was an unusual sound of wind behind him, and four uniformly dressed and weird-looking people were chasing after him.

The heavy rain was still falling, the boy's clothes were soaked, and his body became heavier and heavier.

"thump!"

The golden sword hit his calf, and the wound was immediately bloody and painful. The young man fell to the ground unable to hold on, and fell headlong into a muddy puddle.

"Zeta-105, the St. Annilov Foundation will initiate secondary control of you!"

"Who on earth are you!" The young man covered his bleeding wound, horrified, "I'm just a low-level online artist! You must have found the wrong person! I'm not Zeta!"

"According to the report, the mystery of Zeta-105 is related to the 'Smooth Ear'." A member of the direct-face department said, "Since the ability to awaken must conform to the logic of personality and behavior, people like you have the potential to become a voyeur or a spy."

"I didn't! Where did you come to this conclusion?"

"Experience and lessons. The people who attracted 'Comes' were dissatisfied with the reality, so the St. Annilov Foundation had to start management. But don't worry, we will only check you once and then give you Provide a decent job.”

"No!" The boy's eyes widened, "I don't want to go to work!"

"As the 'Mystic' of Eagle Country, you must accept the arrangements of the St. Annilov Foundation. This is also the general trend in the future."

"In the future? How long do you want to force me to work?"

"Ten years at most."

"So where should I go in ten years?"

"That is beyond the scope of the St. Annilov Foundation's responsibilities. Sir, give up your resistance. We will not harm you. We are just teaching you how to become a resident of the Eagle Country in the new era and preventing you from going astray."

Four members of the control team approached the injured boy step by step, forming an encirclement.

"do not come!"

The young man struggled a few times, but failed to stand up.

Just when he fell into despair, a magnificent fragrance came from nowhere and filled the air.

Shadows fall on the boy, and the boundary between reality and fantasy is blurred. Someone appears in the rainstorm, like an unreal reflection, which becomes clearer as time goes by, until it becomes reality.

"Witch - a mysterious liberal faction?"

Everyone in the Foundation took a breath and looked warily at the three people who suddenly appeared. Before they could fully arrive, the captain suddenly grabbed the golden sword and stabbed it directly towards the young man's throat.

Rather than letting him become a new free mystic and endangering the security of society, it is better to kill him now!

"Pfft!"

A hurricane blew in, knocking him upside down, and then a missile pierced the captain's chest with a big bloody hole.

The rest of the team members were not having a good time either. The next moment, heartbreaking pain spread all over their limbs and bones. The raindrops turned into metal, and the iron needles falling from the sky pierced their bodies one by one, penetrating into their flesh and blood.

Blood splattered, and the control team had no power to fight back.

"Ghost!" They shouted in panic as they rolled out of the rain alley, "Michigan Alpha-002! The [Ghost] from Detli City has appeared!"

"Spare your life! Let's get out of here!"

"The Wisconsin branch promises never to enter your territory again! Lord Ghost!"

ghost?

The young man's eyes flashed with shock and fear as he looked at the three strange human figures protecting him from death.

On the right is a handsome man with dark hair and eyes like amber. His stern eyes stare at him with a hint of scrutiny, almost wanting to see through his soul.

The strong wind made his long clothes rustle, and raindrops fell, but did not wet the cloth.

The one on the left is a half-human, half-goat, scantily clad, sexy woman with horns on her head.

She has loose brown hair, has three heads in total, and has a charming and pleasant smile on her face. She exudes a good smell, tempting the young man to come closer like a demon.

But the young man's eyes only paused on them for a moment, and then he was attracted by the figure in the center.

His whole body was surrounded by a green code, and his specific face could not be seen clearly. It was filled with an ultimate sense of mystery, which reminded the young man of the "Children of Men" written by the painter René Magritte.

Data flows, light flashes, and floats.

The overwhelming emptiness is like a fascinating portrait of mysticism in the cyber era, inspiring the young artist's infinite inspiration and imagination of another world.

Those people just... called him a "ghost"?

The boy was still in shock, and the black goat woman on the left spoke: "Hello, my dear."

"H-Hello!" The young man forced himself to come to his senses, "Thank you for saving me! I don't know how I can repay you?"

"Do you want to become a free and unrestrained mysterious person?" The woman blinked her thick eyelashes, "From now on, you will be our companion."

It turned out to be another strange organization that wanted him to "join"!

Although the boy was grateful to the three men for rescuing him from the Foundation, he did not want to abandon his life of the past twenty years and venture into a new, unknown, and dangerous adventure.

Seeing his hesitation, the woman laughed softly.

"Won't you follow?"

Goosebumps crawled up the young man's back. He shook his head subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong. Just when he was about to remedy the situation, the woman's laughter became indulgent, echoing in the gloomy rainy day.

"Hahaha! It doesn't matter. Without the freedom to say no, freedom is not worth having!"

The young man was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the solemn man on the right say: "In that case, please don't try to use your abilities to endanger world peace."

"I, I will never!" the boy said quickly, "I just used my sudden super hearing to buy my neighbor's Netflix membership for a few days! Can I pay this part of the fee right away?"

"When the Day of Judgment comes, if you violate your oath, I will personally punish you."

The man's Old Testament-like cold words made the young man's scalp tingle with fright, and he nodded like a pound of garlic.

This time, only the green human figure in the center remained silent.

The young man looked up at the legendary ghost with fear and admiration. The code trembled slightly, and the warm beam healed the torn wound on his calf.

"Master Ghost..."

"I never agree or oppose anything now. It's enough for you to listen to their two opinions." The ghost's indifferent and strange voice made the young man extremely calm. "I'm just looking for some interesting events on the World Tree Forum and experimenting with new technologies." It’s just an entry.”

"World Tree Forum?"

"You don't hide your personal information very well. I happened to be tired from studying, so I came over to watch the reality show."

The young man remembered that he had posted a post on the forum yesterday to show off his superpowers. Unexpectedly, he had accidentally saved his life, and his tone was trembling.

"Are you the manager of the World Tree Forum?"

The ghost didn't answer, and the three figures disappeared.

The street lights reflected in the damp, faded alley, and the city lights in the distance twinkled like stars. Everything just now seemed to be both an illusion and a real dream.

The young painter recalled his encounter with the ghost. His figure could not be dissipated in his mind for a long time. The young boy ran back to his rental apartment without stopping.

Turning on the tablet and creating a new canvas, he took a deep breath and drew a picture with a flood of thoughts.

"Ghosts of Deterrie".

Within a few hours of posting it on social media, the number of retweets, likes and comments skyrocketed, quickly breaking into five figures, surpassing all his previous works.

Many netizens came here to discuss this mysterious urban legend that haunts Michigan.

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The piercing screams echoed in the cold small room, and the man's smile was in sharp contrast to the girl's fear.

"Stop struggling, baby. The police won't be able to find out that I did it! I'm the Mystic! As for the Foundation - haha, with Master Ghost, they don't even dare to leave their own facilities these days!"

"Go away! Don't touch me...gu..."

"Now is the world of free mystics. The witch-sama said, I can do whatever I want!"

As soon as the big man finished speaking, the space gradually began to distort.

Three strange humanoid figures appeared, and they were clearly the three leaders of the Free Mystics. The big man had no choice but to let go of his hand holding the girl's thigh and stepped forward with a smile.

"Master Ghost, Master Witch, Master White Pigeon..."

The man glanced at the mess at the scene with his amber eyes, snorted coldly, and threw an energy brush to hit the big man between the eyebrows. Bloody cracks split from it and spread all the way to his crotch.

White dove - kill me? !

The big man opened his mouth in disbelief, turned his stiff neck, and looked at the woman who was watching coldly.

Why didn't the witch take action?

She has obviously been allowing me to do these things...

If the witch hadn't repeatedly provided shelter, I would have been caught by the Foundation!

Then the witch chuckled.

"Everyone can follow their innermost thoughts, including Bai Ge. Just like what the story says, I approve of you, because the crucified robber was a person with personality and backbone from beginning to end!"

I don't want to die!

With the last trace of hazy consciousness, the big man looked at the ghost surrounded by codes, expecting him to take action at the last moment to interrupt Bai Ge's mysterious technique.

After all, I am the most wanted criminal in the St. Annilov Foundation, second only to the Beta level!

Ghost hates the Foundation so much, so he should like himself!

But the ghost didn't respond. He passed by the big man, used healing energy to rescue the unconscious girl, and used airflow to send her along the window to the outside of the sealed room.

"The matter of the stand-in messenger should be solved with a stand-in, and don't involve ordinary people." Bai Ge said with disgust, "That's what the teacher thinks, give up. Trash like you will only affect the reputation of our mysterious liberal faction. "

"Ghost, save me..."

Under the hot gaze of the big man, the ghost suddenly turned his head, grabbed a golden sword and inserted it into the big man's chest, giving him a fatal blow.

"Why...Master Ghost..."

The big man swallowed the blood from his throat and looked at the humanoid figure with green code in disbelief. He couldn't see the ghost's real face, and all he saw was floating data.

A cold voice rang in the big man's ears.

"Because I just discovered that you are the medium of the 'Lord of Dreams'." (End of Chapter)