World Occult User Guide

Simon turned his head and saw the expressionless Lin An and Rocky rolling around, and he couldn't help but be startled.

He didn't expect that Lin An, who he had just fought with, was just some kind of misplaced illusion. Then Simon stared at the blond boy in the fishnet and frowned in confusion.

Why does this kid sound like Adenauer Emmanuel?

Rocky, who was no match for Lin An, was full of tears, his expression was ferocious and out of control. His soul was like a piece of wood hollowed out by termites, crumbling and almost dissipated.

It was unbearable for Rocky to die in Lin An's hands like this.

He has always played tricks on others, no one dared to torture him over and over like this!

Even the famous God King has never beaten him!

In several battles, Rocky could see that Lin An's radiation level was actually not as good as his, but he was good at too many mysterious arts, both offensive and auxiliary. Recently, even the "Prophet" seemed to be immune.

But Lin An has a weakness.

He hasn't mastered any real means of resurrection yet!

Once the body dies, it will be a fatal blow to Lin An!

"Simon Lloyd, I am the kid you met at the supermarket entrance in February last year." Rocky shouted, "The mall was having a sale that day, so I asked a passerby to help me look at my luggage, and he turned out to be carrying my schoolbag. run."

"That's when you came! You helped me get my luggage back and bought me Bobo milk tea. We were sitting on the street chatting, and you mentioned that you recently saw an exhibition at the Ann Arbor University Museum, and you particularly paid attention to one of them, Asker. and the exhibit, Spell Bowl, donated by the Embra Heritage Foundation.”

"The incantation engraved on the bottom of the bowl is a 'Sariya' hymn, and you resonate with it. But your tendency is the 'God of Farming.' When I reported the news to Wednesday, he asked me to go directly Kill you to prevent unplanned deviations."

Lin An was preparing the final blow to Rocky. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but think.

In past adventures, Lin An encountered some repeated mysterious prototypes, as well as different versions of "secondary creations" that were extended from the same "legend".

For example, the original dwarf demon and goblin Rudin, the recent Mothman and Barbatos...

The legends fabricated by later generations will eventually deviate from the original texts due to different personal understandings, cultures, beliefs and habits, and the understanding of each region. In addition, they will present differentiated media and prototypes due to individual personalities.

What's so special about this?

Rocky continued.

"You helped me, Simon, and I didn't want you to die! So I ignored Wednesday's order and secretly helped you complete the ritual - you must be the 'Lord of Dreams' to satisfy [Black City]."

What Rocky said is very strange... Lin An thought to himself.

Not only that, this sentence reminded him of the riddle Doris said at the Starry Sky Pavilion.

"If our planet orbits close to another planet... I think the first thing to be captured is not necessarily the planet, but the smaller satellite orbiting it."

If we talk about the so-called divine medium, it is actually the moon surrounding "Comes" that reflects the stars of that galaxy...

Suppressing speculation, Lin An summoned [Blessing of the Original Incarnation] and selected the blessing of strength. The shadow of the war armor appeared, power spread all over the limbs, and the bones of the whole body creaked.

He punched Rocky's fishing net, and the latter quickly turned into a fly, removing this terrifying power.

"Simon! Help!"

Simon, who was originally confused, was shocked when he heard Rocky calling for help in his original childlike voice.

"You are what I heard that day..."

"Yes! I have been observing your life and thinking about how to save you. I even didn't hesitate to hide it from my subordinate, the woman named Siglo, who is the current director of research."

"What on earth did you do?" Simon stared at the young God of Mischief with trembling eyes.

The boy's miserable appearance still cannot hide his beauty, there is no doubt about it, but his beauty is difficult for ordinary people to observe, because he is always flickering, melting, and mixing, like the shape of invisible flames.

He is the spinning needle and thread - arrogantly interweaving the fate of mankind, and at some moment, Rocky's smiling face will turn into the trick of a liar.

"Tear!"

Lin An pulled open Rocky's fishing net, and the latter was so frightened that he flew around, his voice buzzing incessantly.

"Simon, your parents are dissatisfied with you wasting your time chasing a wanted criminal. Although you don't agree with them, you don't dare to resist."

"Then the ceremony is very simple. I wrote a 'prophetic' letter to both of you, similar to the one Uncle Lin received, and called you to a hippie party you hate most for an interview. As expected, your parents still I don’t support your ideas.”

"When your indignation reaches its peak, I tell you: kill them and seal all the nasty people who don't agree with you to another world. We must dare to be ourselves, right, Simon?"

Rocky's words reminded Simon of the unbearable memory, that bloody and crazy night.

The shadow of "Comes" came from another dimension, and his repressed desires and obsessions exploded. It seemed like someone gave him a push, so that his thinking broke through the bottom line of human nature.

When Simon came back to his senses, the surroundings turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

His former comrade, Adenauer Emmanuel, lay weak in his arms.

On his deathbed, he tried his best to tell Simon.

"As long as the sword remains in its scabbard, madness cannot exceed a certain level..."

This sentence allowed Simon to barely regain his consciousness. He voluntarily accepted the trial at the headquarters of the St. Annilov Foundation. While being held in an isolation room, he kept praying for God's mercy.

At that time, Simon thought that the gods really heard his prayers, because Adenna Emmanuel miraculously survived and appeared in front of him again, reaching out to him.

"From now on, let's work together."

These beautiful and faith-filled memory fragments once supported him out of the haze, but now they were shattered by Rocky's words.

A chilling speculation came to mind, and Simon asked numbly: "You are not Adenauer...then where is he?"

“Remember Death.”

"What?"

"His ashes are mixed in the oil painting of 'Remembering Death', No, it is hanging in my office. When I taught you how to control the 'Lord of Dreams', he was also smiling on the other side of the rainbow bridge." Rocky Sincerely.

Simon stared at the Scandinavian gods, and the innocent and embarrassed gods responded to him.

"You see," said Rocky, "how much I love you, Simon Lloyd, the incomparably wise, the wisest, the cunning, the wisest, Rocky Albergh, and I have been devoted to you for a whole year. The painstaking efforts..."

Yeah, how can you deny that He was acting in God's way? Simon thought, he took the ugly, disgusting and downright evil things in our lives and transformed them into concepts as high and high as the pinnacle of what the human mind can devise.

It's all Rocky's fault, that's the kind of god he is.

Even when a person is most grateful, you must hate him; and even when you hate him the most, you must still be grateful to him.

"What you said is inconsistent." Lin An tore up the fishing net, and Rocky's true identity was exposed. He had no way to escape, "Didn't you say that you framed my captain to earn pocket money?"

"There is no conflict. I have done so much, why can't I get paid?" Rocky suddenly became proud, "Simon, cooperate with me to kill the ghost of Alpha-002! I will come to rescue you later!"

Lin An stretched out Asherah's blessed palm and grabbed the chattering fly, and Rocky let out a sharp scream.

"Anyway, I have to hand over a quarter of my divine power that I got so easily, so I might as well break up with you! Just wait for me in the future, Lin An!"

Divine power?

Lin An narrowed his eyes and without any hesitation, he crushed Rocky's body cleanly. Blood mist filled the air, and the latter screamed and turned into a ball of rotten flesh.

"puff!"

The naughty child's body was completely shattered into pieces, and the irritating screams finally stopped.

Rocky is dead.

Lin An let out a breath and finally turned around to check Simon's condition.

I hope he won't be affected by Rocky's self-righteous words.

Obviously this is impossible. The too cruel truth surfaced, causing everything that people believed in to completely collapse. The angel that had completely lost its human form suddenly spread out dozens of pairs of dark gray wings in front of Lin An. Under each feather, there were green eyes. sparkling with light.

"Captain, your level of pollution..."

More than 80%.

The tail of this sentence was stuck in Lin An's throat, because his body stiffened for a while.

Evil eye!

Lin An quickly asked the system to search for a way to "escape from the evil eye". The coldness of the clock tower echoed Sariel's coldness, and a strange buzzer sounded from behind.

For a moment, the world held its breath.

From the reflection of countless pairs of evil eyes, Lin An saw a violent burst of light, attacking him.

The thumping heart beat in his sternum, the blood vessels hissed, and turned into layers of majestic calls in his ears.

That strong light illuminated Lin An's soul, like a flame leaving traces on steel, and the strangeness that came one after another turned into a wild whisper in his mind.

The so-called divine power indeed refers to the power of the goddess with the lamp. Lin An thought, this has no effect on me...

At this moment, he only felt a slight glow on his back.

The weird discomfort quickly subsided and was replaced by indescribable comfort...

sleepy……

Sound and heat so raw it sears the retina, turning night into dizzying day, the air filled with shattered realities - wood, glass, steel - the burning crystals of civilization dancing in a fiery waltz .

But all these things kept getting away from Lin An, and he became increasingly sleepy, and he gradually couldn't raise his eyelids.

The hazy mist, the swaying reeds, the call...

Lin An fell into a deep sleep.

In the explosion that swept everything, the base floor of the New Babel Tower shattered, and the sleeping Lin An fell downwards.

…………

Ann Arbor University Museum, staff lounge in the ancient exhibition area.

As if waking up from a nightmare, the short blond boy held his head and grunted in pain. His chaotic consciousness was traced back, but was interrupted midway and dissipated in the long river of time.

The boy felt that he should remember something, but in the past there was nothing but blankness.

He raised his head and stared directly at his face reflected in the glass display cabinet. His big dreamy eyes were empty and confused, and he could not regain his consciousness for a long time.

"Who am I?" the boy muttered. (End of chapter)