World Occult User Guide

"Wake up. Wake up."

The foreign language of Middle-earth sounded. Simon opened his eyes and saw a young man.

He stood in the ruins, with a total of six hands together, each finger making a strange gesture, and obscure words spitting out from the tip of his tongue.

The boy's skin is a light beeswax color, his short white messy hair is like weeds, his face is blurred, and only his eyes are as bright as an elephant's.

If Mi Xi had been present, she would have recognized this young man as the person she met unexpectedly at the foundation's exchange warehouse.

Out of outrightness, she also asked the boy if he was an employee of the foundation.

It was after meeting the boy that Mixi awakened the legendary "God of Farming" the Fairy Queen.

The brown-skinned and white-haired young man sat cross-legged on a lotus-like pedestal, with his feet touching each other. A strange, obscure and unspeakable buzz flowed from the tip of his tongue, like a chattering scripture, and was transmitted to the twelve candle array below the nebula.

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened..."

Simon sat up with his heavy body, and was shocked to find that he had lost his arms, leaving only countless pairs of freely controllable wings.

He tried to touch his cheek, but found that his head was only a ball of floating moonlight. Memories gradually came to his mind, not only showing a wry smile.

"So that's it..."

"After you lost consciousness, an evil queen opened the channel between us and 'Comes'." The boy explained in slightly broken English, "Therefore, disasters were everywhere, the raging fire of karma was burning, and countless fruits were born on the earth. All the consequences."

He didn't want to give Simon time to dwell on the past, which happened to be what the latter wanted.

Rocky's self-righteous deception is so vicious that Simon now only hopes to have a new mission so that he can continue to live, or...

During his more than 30 years of service in the government, busyness has become a deep-rooted habit and nature.

"Stand beside me." The young man ordered.

With a thought in his mind, Simon gently floated toward him. There was no weight on his body anymore, only pure consciousness. He was surprised. After all, he estimated that his pollution had exceeded 80%, but his consciousness was still very clear.

"It was me who kept you sane so that you could convey your voice to Lin An on my behalf."

"Lin?" Simon was stunned, "What's wrong with him?"

The boy did not explain, but just said: "Your evil eye is one of the sources of frightening occultism, with a higher rating than Sariel. The record of the evil eye can be traced back to 3000 BC, written in the Sumerian and in Assyrian cuneiform.”

"But the current upper limit of the radiation value is too low, so it will only appear when the pollution value increases. This power is very effective in preventing disasters and blocking the endless flow of energy."

"And because of you, the seal's effect can be doubled when dealing with Lin An."

The young man added another pair of divine gestures, with his index and middle fingers and thumb together, extending towards Simon.

"Take my words, make him trance for a moment, and then release this energy."

Suddenly, a large amount of information poured into Simon's mind along with the boy's gestures, and finally turned into a mesmerizing and exotic chant.

He had never heard the language of this religion, but he could still feel a hint of spirituality and wisdom from the gods.

"Bodhi has no tree, so where can it cause dust?"

"Advice from heaven..." Simon muttered.

"Life is just the eternal flow of birth, death and transition. The bardo experience happens to us all the time." The young man said, "But your religion may have a different philosophy. If you refuse, I will let you go. "

"No, not anymore."

Simon touched his forehead with his cold wings, knowing full well that without the boy's help, he would become a wandering monster and join the army of out-of-control people destroying the city of Ditry.

He has experienced too many lies and betrayals in his life, and has been subject to various constraints and repressions, but he has never given up the simplest belief, which is integrity and honesty.

Therefore, at the last moment, he never wanted to die as an executioner.

"There is no small difference between Nirvana and the world, and there is no small difference between the world and Nirvana. There is no slight difference between the reality of Nirvana and the two worlds."

The young man raised his hands and placed them flat on his chest, speaking calmly.

"Go, we will enter the reincarnation of selflessness."

As the words fell, Simon felt himself holding the ball of light and entering a strange, ethereal state.

He can freely recall the past. He misses his hometown and his most beloved woman.

The poor town has a gray rock, which has turned green in some places due to the erosion of the sea. A sparsely populated town rises from the trunks of frankincense trunks and elm trees.

The town was filled with smoke, and there was only the faint sound of children playing and girls chasing each other.

Suddenly, a flame burst out from the middle of the smoke.

Although it spread slowly, it finally engulfed the entire town. The fire was fierce and the blood-red vortex swallowed up everything. Only then did Simon realize that he was in the mid-air of Dietry City, overlooking the earth.

Tears, shouts, corpses stretching their arms to the sky, collapsed planks, neat iron pieces, and charred trees were all horribly mixed together.

There was a rumble in the distance, the river was roaring, and everything was entering destruction and collapse.

Every corner of the street is covered with corpses, piled up in the place where Simon once guarded, drained of blood and tears.

With this indescribable pain, his eyes passed over the faces of these corpses, carefully examining each one, and gradually felt relieved.

Simon bowed to God with gratitude.

Because he didn't see the companion he was anxious to find among the corpses, from a selfish point of view, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As the position continued to rise, the constant flow of sounds gradually became softer, and the colors of fire and blood turned into black and white pencil drawings, and finally disappeared completely.

The sky covered the ruins of Ditri City with darkness, and the dark color enveloped the earth alone, but Simon's head was shining with a strange light, big shining stars, and a flow of colors that did not belong to any spectrum.

From the countless strange and weird colors, Simon can still find a hint of quiet familiarity, wrapped in the flowing nebula, like an embryo with only a beating heart left.

That familiar breath was suffering, struggling, and fighting against the fate imposed on him.

Simon decided to help him.

Because this life is still very young, full of endless enthusiasm and hope.

He followed the example of the young man and let go of the seal in his hand, and at the same time spread out each wing as much as possible, looking at the alien hub with dense evil eyes.

From the endless darkness, the white and gentle moon rose.

The moonlight first shone on the river bank of the New Tower of Babel, making the undulating water waves sparkle, and then the milky white light shone on the dilapidated city and the tops of everyone's heads, like a big warm hand.

Under the evil eye's gaze, the nebula's energy flow stagnated, and Simon felt the familiar aura instantly break through the sticky eggshell outside, unfolding like a blooming flower.

Time flows simultaneously from five thousand years ago to the present, and everything in this flower whispers, communicates with each other, and sings songs from different eras, different civilizations, and different regions.

There is a vague shape of a young man among the flowers. He unconsciously looks at the moonlight in front of him.

The next moment, countless gesture seals drilled towards the young man's side, further pushing away the tangled and sticky energy around him, opening up a trace of pure land.

The trembling moonlight blew over the young man's body like a spring breeze, making him no longer cold and hesitant.

"Don't stay here anymore."

Foreign languages ​​rang in the young people's ears, and ancient accents echoed.

“It will allow your essence to spread out and become a ubiquitous concept, but your consciousness will dissipate, you will no longer have ideas, you will no longer have opinions, because you will become an endless series of molecules. "

"Can't you go back to...my planet?" the young man murmured to himself.

"Do you really belong there?"

The flowers swayed violently, and the changeable gestures further pushed away the energy around them that wanted to devour the young people. The chanting sound bathed in incense dispersed the obsession and madness from "Comes".

The twelve candles below become increasingly dimmer, causing the nebula's flow to slow down and quickly become finalized, with the structure of energy no longer growing or decreasing.

"ha……"

And the young man suddenly began to breathe.

At this moment, with the help of the gentle moonlight, he found the point where he positioned himself in the entire vast and intricate world, and stood out from countless time.

It's like a small boat that has found a lighthouse at night.

"In the endless time, space and memory, I only feel for 'Lin An'. Although my spirit is the remnant of an alien planet, it is my experiences along the way that have shaped Lin An."

Lin An didn't know whose incarnation Moonlight was, but the gentle voice touched his soul, causing him to unconsciously bring up trivial and joyful memories.

They played noisily, reminding him repeatedly of the one true name.

"My name is Lin An. Brother Guangzi, how should I call you?"

However, Moonlight did not respond.

The outlines of feathers and evil eyes have disappeared, but its breath is still so kind, loving, and docile, accepting the last arrangement of the gods like a martyr.

For some reason, Lin An felt that the moonlight was smiling at him.

He whispered a word in a familiar tone, very softly, very softly, and could only barely be heard. He said it to God and to Lin An.

"Good morning."

The tranquil light maintains a calm and sincere smile, and the mist ripples, leading it back to the paradise of eternal rest. A ray of morning light casts from the gloomy clouds, illuminating the devastated city.

Suddenly, sadness invaded Lin An's heart like running water, tearing his chest apart.

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List of Saint-Annelov's abnormal phenomena, codenamed A-001 [Rose Moonlight].

Starting from April 1, 2038, an object composed of moonlight and feathers appears in the city of Ditry. Its shape is similar to clouds and light. Once it detects someone approaching, it will open hundreds of pairs of wings. Eye.

It floats in the sky most of the time, repeating a specific route. The map is as shown below [picture]. It is said to be very similar to the patrol route of the former Foundation.

People who look into the eyes of [Rose Moonlight] will feel stiff and in a vegetative state, unable to use mystery or move; depending on the individual's rating, radiation value and pollution value, this effect lasts for about 15 to 60 seconds, please remember to pay attention.

After the stiffness effect ends, the wounds on the observer's body will be healed to a certain extent, and some residual malignant energy caused by the mysterious person's attack can also be purified.

[Rose Moonlight] is an anomaly that is beneficial to survivors, but unfortunately it usually floats too high and at a high speed, making it difficult to encounter.

However, it appears to respond to calls from survivor base leaders and individual managers.

P.S. I am not afraid of [Rose Moonlight] at all, because this person used to be so friendly and kind to me.

——Melissa Slane, leader of the base. (End of chapter)