World Occult User Guide

Dawn comes quickly in equatorial regions, with early morning disappearing and being replaced by midday.

The huge tree crown blocks the scorching sun, and the leaves are constantly dripping with water.

Between the trees are large patches of gray moss, vines as dense as spider webs, and many parasitic orchids sprouting from the tree trunks.

There are huge ferns about half a man tall growing on the ground. The mist is lingering among the ferns, and little bits of red and blue are revealed from time to time: they are the highly poisonous spicy county flower and dixinla vine respectively.

This is a vast natural world.

Under the command of Misulu and several elders, the Spotted Lion Tribe methodically removed the weapons of the Tiger Fish Tribe captives, tied them to tree trunks, and formed a circle.

Six armed men manned the watch, working shifts every few hours.

After being tortured by the mysterious magic of the "War Emperor", the prisoners were extremely weak. Even though they were tied into uncomfortable positions, they quickly fell asleep, and their snoring and grunting echoed like muffled thunder.

This time, Lin An captured a total of 104 male prisoners, all of whom were members of the Tiger Fish tribe's hunting team. They were all strong, muscular, experienced in combat, and knew how to operate guns.

In the jungle, this can be considered a small "army".

After dealing with the prisoners, the spotted lion tribe was filled with joy and started making breakfast.

The teeth grinder's bones should be kept until night. Although a sheep has a lot of meat, it is not enough to satisfy the 100 or so people of the spotted lion tribe three meals a day.

The women handled the ingredients, while the men inspected them and made the fire.

A large pot hung on the bonfire, smoking.

The staple food of the spotted lion tribe is usually stewed soup, which is made of shriveled and slender wild potatoes, jungle onions, wild cassava leaves and several kinds of mushrooms are added; grasshoppers, caterpillars, worms, frogs and snails are also cooked in it.

This meal contains three times the protein of beef.

But the smell of spices was pungent, and the insect meat also had a fishy smell. Lin An rarely missed the local delicacies at gas stations throughout the Eagle Country during his trip to Thunderbird.

Although there are fried possum bread, tomato pheasant, buttered asparagus and bacon and other raw white rice, they are all familiar ingredients.

When he picked up a half-melted white fat worm from the soup with a spoon, Lin An completely lost his appetite.

His father actually let him stay in this rainforest for half a year...

How about releasing me into outer space?

After vomiting, Lin An took advantage of Misulu and others to swallow the soup and let the system display the mysterious encyclopedia and his own panels, floating in the air left and right.

[Letter name]: The ghost of Detli City, the ancestral spirit of the spotted lion

[Personality]: Meme

[Fusion Process]: 0.1%

[Measurement value]: 27.5

[Deviation value]: 70.1%

After the events last night and this morning, many people in the Spotted Lion Tribe and the Tiger Fish Tribe believed in Lin An's name from the bottom of their hearts, so the title of "Spotted Lion Ancestral Spirit" was added to the letter name column. The measured value is increased by 0.5.

Among them, the Karu mermaids and hyenas made the greatest contributions.

What made Lin An frown was that the fusion process did not increase at all, but the deviation value increased by 2%.

The Duke said that it is best to keep the deviation value at about 50%, which is the middle zone that fits Lin An's own personality. If it is too high, it means that his godhead is too kind, and if it is too low, it means that his godhead is too cruel.

However, this data has nothing to do with Lin An's deeds in the rainforest for the time being.

The Rainforest Man only accounts for 0.5 of the measurement value. The key is that the people in Ditli City continue to praise the greatness of [Ghost].

Because they were too far away, Lin An was unable to change the beliefs of the people in the Eagle Country, so he had to start from the Bantu Country.

First, he has to increase the number of mystics, otherwise no matter how many believers there are, the measurement value will be limited.

Secondly, Lin An plans to determine a stable godhead for himself. Although "Spotted Lion Ancestral Spirit" is a good letter name, it is too limited to "Spotted Lion" and it is difficult to expand the number of believers.

Finally...

The problem of deviation values ​​needs to be solved.

Lin An glanced at the inventory of the mysterious encyclopedia. Subduing the hyena man consumed a lot of media. The reserves of "knowledge seekers" and "prophet" were at their lowest, and a few could be replenished.

"Not to your taste?"

French sounded, and the great elder stood behind Lin An with a smile.

"I've never eaten worm soup. In fact, I can accept grilling and frying." Lin An replied casually, "Ms. Fulami, can we talk alone?"

"Oh, I'm just a dying elder, not the chief of the Spotted Lion Tribe." The elder said slyly, "Misuru is more suitable to be your friend and minister, as well as Mezo and Meyer."

Lin An chatted with her in French, and the elder took the initiative to help Lin An integrate into the spotted lion tribe, and briefly explained his true origin and identity.

She originally believed that Lin An had the power to kill all the lion tribe members. Unlike the fear and rejection of the St. Annilov Foundation, the great elder believed that Lin An could bring them hope. After all, the situation would not be worse than being killed by a tiger. The annihilation of the fish tribe is even worse.

Although the elder had a kind attitude, once the past related to the "Lumberjack" came up, she cleverly avoided the topic, or said, "Those three children are willing to tell you."

"Tonight, we will hold a ceremony for Misulu to succeed the next chief." Finally, the great elder warned, "Mr. Tulfo, the spotted lion tribe will also officially enshrine you as the ancestral spirit."

She was still observing Lin An's attitude, and the latter could understand it.

Putting himself in his shoes, Lin An would never tolerate a stranger of unknown origin calling himself "your ancestor" and then ruling his companions without explanation.

This morning's incident made the great elder recognize Lin An a little more, but he would not immediately confide in him. He only suggested that he ask Misulu about what he was interested in.

After breakfast and lunch, Lin An entered the residence of the previous chief.

There are more than ordinary huts here, including a turtle shell mask painted with deer blood, an old leopard skin, and some sparkling diamonds as decorations.

The hyena man was forced to follow Lin An closely. He looked around at the decorations and let out a slightly disdainful snort.

The spotted lion tribe didn't know that the hyena man was the culprit of this morning's riot. They thought he was Lin An's servant. Sensing his contempt, Misulu clenched his fists and did not attack on the spot because of Lin An's face.

Entering with Misuru were two men and one woman, as well as the great elder and the two girls following her.

They are currently the main talkers of the Spotted Lion Tribe. The men are the leaders of the two hunting teams, the women are the managers of women, and the girls are the mouthpiece and successor of the great elder.

After entering the idle mode and taking a quick glance, Lin An found that only some branches of the mysterious tree diagram of Misulu and the two girls had reached the legendary level, while the others were only disasters.

Only these three young people have come into contact with "antiques"?

"Lord Zuling, thank you for resolving a conflict between the Tiger Fish Tribe and us today." A leader of the hunting team spoke first. He was bald and looked very honest. "If it weren't for you, we would have been doomed."

"The soul is always close to his offspring in a wonderful way." The woman who first welcomed Lin An continued.

"But we still don't know the name of Master Zuling and which generation of 'ancestor' he belongs to." The man who spoke was the man who started to call the great elder. "Can Master Zuling tell us?"

"That's rude! What are you suspecting?"

The great elder chopped off the long staff, and just as she had just said, she fabricated Lin An's origin in a serious manner. Her old voice and wise eyes became the best cover for lying.

"The original name of the ancestor spirit is 'Rigel Tulfo'. He was once one of the tribesmen who were separated during the migration of our tribe. He had been staying in Kinshasha until the soul of the spotted lion ancestor revived in him. Driving him all the way to join us."

"Kinshasha..." Everyone chanted this magical word.

Kinshasa, the capital of the Bantu country, may be just a little-known city in the world, but to the rainforest people, it is as magical as a different world.

It is said that high-rise buildings are rising there, various movies are playing on electronic screens, and cars spewing exhaust gas are running along the corridors.

Since Lin An came from Kinshasa, it well explains why his temperament and demeanor are so different.

The aura of Kinshasha gave him an increasingly noble, hazy and mysterious color, making the tribesmen fascinated.

Lin An also figured out the exact meaning of ancestral spirits in local people's beliefs from the great elder's words.

When a person receives the favor and memory of the deceased on the other side of the Kalunga Line, he is called an "ancestral spirit". Regardless of his original identity, he will be worshiped as an ancestor by the tribe.

"He's just a little confused." The bald man scratched his head and tried to save the critical man. "Recently, I have been hearing other tribes talking about the ancestor spirits and Dawa. There are too many theories, which makes us panic."

"I am the only one you believe in." Lin An said lightly, "Do you want to be blessed?"

"G-bless?" The bald head was stunned.

His pupils reflected the figure of the black-haired young man, who slowly took three steps toward him. A flickering atmosphere filled the air, burning like a candle until it filled the entire room, and the young man's face became illusory. .

In fact, Lin An was using the [Edit] function of his experimental system.

The bald head's medium was inclined to "Lord of the Earth". When Lin An's consciousness touched the floating button, the green data showed all the Lord of the Earth entries he had obtained.

Ghost Deer, Hodag, Nightcrawler, Fokker Stalker.

The latter two were entries he made while wandering around Michigan with the Witch and Joshua.

Since Lin An has not read the "Encyclopedia of Magic" that contains "Lord of the Earth", there is no shortage of this medium, and he has not deliberately collected such entries.

Except for Onilu, the other three prototypes are all Kaidan level.

To be on the safe side, Lin An decided to put [Hogda] in the [Edit] column.

This entry was collected during his time at the Foundation Riots, a monster born from the ashes of a cow that seeks revenge on ranchers who mistreat animals.

It belongs to the native mysticism system. It is different from Western mysticism, and its core concepts are closer to the original beliefs of South Africa.

After stuffing the entry into the bald tree, Lin An found that the [Hogda] item in the mysterious encyclopedia had turned gray and was temporarily unavailable.

He anticipated the consequences and did not use [Ghost Deer].

It is estimated that Lin An's entry will be "returned" after the bald man becomes a mysterious person.

Exiting the short-term mode, he observed the man in front of him.

The bald head felt a burning heat rushing into his brain. He suddenly had a splitting headache and the world was spinning. His whole head was filled with pepper powder, which made it swell and hurt. He couldn't help but cover his temples and moan softly.

This feeling is not physical pain, it is purely the discomfort caused by being stuffed with all kinds of knowledge at once.

The bald man suddenly saw strange lights that were completely different from reality, countless animal souls dancing on the murals, and a door on the Kalunga line opened, turning all spiritual concepts into reality.

Unlike people with modern education, these rainforest tribes fanatically believe in soul power and witchcraft.

The pain lasted for less than a minute. The bald head easily accepted the strange and mysterious knowledge, calmed down in the care of his tribe, and his godless eyes focused.

Big tile...

The soul of an animal…

Ashes and fire...

“I saw the view from the other side of the Karenga line.”

The bald man muttered to himself, his voice low.

“The spark of life in the universe belongs to the great Nzembi a Mpungu, who swells and swells upon the cross, and from the ashes the soul blossoms into the flower of the palm.”

Although he did not awaken immediately, according to Lin An's experience, the bald man gained knowledge about "Comes" and could become a mystic with just one stimulation.

And his "Lord of the Earth" tendency has been improved, covering other branches, but the prototype is still full of question marks, and none of it belongs to Lin An's included illustrations.

The entries I give will determine the individual's future medium, but not the specific prototype.

Lin An silently recorded: Unlike the coverage of "Mother of Desire", the function of [Edit] is similar to sharing mystical knowledge with other people, and what they awaken depends on their own understanding and knowledge.

In just one minute, everyone felt an inexplicable energy magnetic field flowing through the bald head.

This is a kind of sacred feeling that comes from the inside out, making them wide-eyed, shocked and worshipful.

Not only can the ancestral spirit conjure food, but its combat power is so outstanding, it can even bless other people, allowing them to use the legendary "big tile"!

Seeing this, the man who always stirred up trouble had a flash of jealousy and regret in his eyes. He quickly apologized to Lin An and spoke with kind words, hoping to get his blessing.

Lin An did not refuse the test subject that was delivered to his door. He stretched out his hand in a pretentious manner, and the man immediately knelt down, completely different from before.

If he could also own a big tile, he could turn his hands to make clouds and rain like the ancestors!

Fortunately, this guy didn't mind his making things difficult. The man looked at Lin An's emotionless face, and was secretly happy. After all, he was a young man who had never experienced anything in the world. He was kind-hearted and didn't hold grudges very much.

Also the Lord of the Earth.

Lin An observed the mysterious tree diagram of this person, thought for a moment, and then placed a catastrophic Mother of Desire - the [Pishtako] that was also collected earlier.

Pishtaco was at odds with Bantu mythology, focusing on "matter" rather than the soul and the spiritual world after death, and the fundamental notion that fat was a gift from the creator Viracocha.

A disaster rating also means that the entry involves more occult knowledge.

Lin An wanted to see how well it fit with men.

The moment he got [Pishtako], the man let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground, and kept rolling around.

Everyone saw the bald man being blessed and didn't take his strangeness seriously.

Unexpectedly, this man's screams lasted for a long time, until Lin An suddenly found that his [Edit] column was empty, and the system's [Pishtako] entry lit up again.

was returned.

It turns out that you can return it unconditionally...

Lin An quickly tested it, but fortunately, the entry of [Pishtako] was not damaged.

On the other hand, the man who accepted the "gift" was already foaming at the mouth, his face was ashen, his body was twitching, his vision went dark uncontrollably, and he fell unconscious.

It seems that when using the [Edit] function to share entries with others, it is best to combine their existing beliefs, medium tendencies and mystical knowledge background. Otherwise, not only will they not be able to awaken the mystery, but it will also cause a certain amount of mental and physical damage.

Lin An sighed as he thought.

"It is a pity that people with distracting thoughts cannot accept my blessings and cannot cross the Karenga Line."

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