World Occult User Guide

Three days had passed since the raid on the Lambridge Hotel, and the situation gradually stabilized.

Without Lin An's intervention, the members of the Ranger system clearly controlled the Grand Hotel and the Chamber of Commerce office in Mbambuka.

The elder received the city leaders who couldn't wait to come to the door on the night of the 26th. The officials rubbed their hands and wanted to extort a bribe from Lin An.

After discussion, the great elder gave them a sum of money.

After all, she was new here, and she just wanted to get rid of these greedy local snakes first.

But the money was not enough to satisfy them. Some leading officials cursed, saying that if they didn't give more "red envelopes", they would just wait for the local people to cause trouble.

"Be careful with your women!" they threatened viciously.

These words touched Misulu's bottom line. He ignored the dissuasion of the great elder and released the ghost army. It is said that at that time, blood flowed all over the floor of the conference hall in the blink of an eye. The burgundy carpet was so full of blood that it could not be cleaned no matter how hard it was washed.

To be on the safe side, the leader specially brought a mysterious man named "Nganga" as a thug. Unexpectedly, the latter happened to be the "God of Farming". Through telepathy, he found that the person receiving him was very unpleasant, so he found a The chance to use the toilet slipped away.

When Mbambuka's dignitaries shouted for help, he had already run to the bottom of the mountain.

Lin An didn't know about this until the next morning, when he opened the window with a clear mind, a corpse with its throat cut fell out with a "clang".

Blood dripped down the dead body. Lin An raised his head. There was a board stuck to his chest. The dried blood had several French words written on it:

"This is what you get for pissing me off!"

Thanks to Lin An's good psychological quality, he closed the window expressionlessly and called for the cleaning service.

Dozens of minutes later, Misulu received a message from the [World Tree] system and rushed to tell Lin An the matter.

"Sometimes we hang up the bodies of the defeated party to effectively prevent them from being harassed by smaller tribes in the future."

But aren’t spotted lions the smallest tribe in the rain forest? Lin An secretly thought.

Seemingly hearing his thoughts, Misuru showed a smile that did not suit his youth: "The ghosts of my ancestors mentioned in my ears the glory of my lifetime."

Facts have proved that Misulu's approach has effectively prevented local gangs and warlords from extorting money.

Lin An had no choice but to ask him to hang the body somewhere else next time, not in his office window.

The officials didn't dare to meddle in other people's business, but the Great Elder still took the initiative to give them a decent "red envelope" so that they could cooperate with the promotion of [World Tree] in the future.

In any case, the expenses were paid out of the accounts of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce in Mbambuka.

Lin An inherited three mines, a lumberyard, a private airport, a factory, a barracks and two warehouses from the Chamber of Commerce. Fuel and aircraft were the two largest expenses, followed by military expenses and protection fees.

As for the tens of thousands of employees under the Chamber of Commerce, each of them can only earn a meager salary and endure double exploitation by the Chamber of Commerce and local warlords.

Meyer turned over the Chamber of Commerce's account book again and found that what they had obtained was a confusing account. Many income and expenditures were written vaguely, and the water details were muddier than the Kuba River.

Lin An took it and took a look and was shocked.

Good guy, the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce has not been in charge of Mbambuka’s finances since 2036.

They are a family of mystics, and the worldly powers are all trying to detour "Comes", and 2036 happens to be the time when the star paths of another planet and Titan begin to overlap.

Besides, the Chamber of Commerce uses Dao Le.

After Adelia's ceremony, the northern part of Eagle Country was in ruins.

As members of the Xizhou family, the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] knows that in the future, Daole is destined to collapse overnight, and the foundation of civilized society will be destroyed step by step with the spread of alien radiation.

After they used money to buy power and social status in the Bantu, they were no longer obsessed with making money. They turned a blind eye to corruption, bribery, misappropriation of public funds, and unpaid wages, and even turned a blind eye.

In addition, the account books also include currency units such as Youle, gold, local francs, and even Zimbabwe dollars. If you really want to do the calculation, it can be called an accounting nightmare.

When leading officials tried to extort money, they even argued over which currency they should receive as bribes.

Urban governance to this extent can be considered strange.

Anyway, the currency system has basically collapsed. Meyer proposed to simply abandon this bad debt and use the virtual currency "Asia Leaf".

As long as the people accept it, this is far more convenient than paper money and barter.

Misulu volunteered to organize an action to promote the World Tree system. The people of Mbambuka are controlled by gangs and warlords. As long as they are "convinced", it is not a problem for the universal World Tree to be activated.

Watching the two right-hand assistants talking about future plans to each other, with excited expressions and shining eyes, Lin An was quite pleased, but at the same time a little confused.

"You guys came up with a plan so quickly?"

"These were suggestions that Simby told me, and she explained in detail how to better govern the city," Meyer said.

“Dinganga, with his ancient wisdom, ensures that every one of his proposals has stood the test of time,” Misuru said.

"What can you tell me?" Lin An asked.

The priest replied: "Winter is coming."

"That one sucks. Do you have any recommendations?"

"..."

Giving up on this mysterious guy, Lin An sat on the comfortable sofa, holding the projector remote control in one hand and the radio in the other, controlling every move of the entire organization from here.

"Edward, how did the speech go?"

"Give me another 12 hours." The reporter said, "I was just busy repairing the radio station with Mr. Fu."

Back in civilized society, Lin An briefly grasped the current status of electronic communications in society. Satellite equipment around the world has collapsed. Fortunately, radio stations in most developed countries can still be used.

Only a few powerful countries still managed to maintain order, but they were too busy to intervene in the international situation.

All social platforms are basically in a mess, with no supervision and governance.

As a third world country with the lowest GDP, poverty and huge population, Bantu's civilization has instantly regressed to the early 20th century. It has a huge land area and has never been covered by wireless networks. Everyone has to use telegraphs and radios.

Only most of the equipment in Kinshasa is still useful, while other cities and the outside world are basically in a semi-isolated island state.

In Mbambuka, about forty people share a radio. People like to gather around the shortwave radio receiver at five in the morning, which is even more punctual than the rooster crows.

At this time, there is no interference from the sky and electricity when listening to Bantu Radio or Swahili Radio.

Wealthy people would buy special radios and hold them against their chests or ears to listen to the news.

The Bridge Hotel owns the radio station, and Edward is preparing to announce the news of the World Tree to the public tomorrow.

The Oxbridge master's degree does not require the wisdom of ghosts; his knowledge alone is enough to cope with every situation.

Fu Bin, who unfortunately was stranded in Nanzhou, was also the backbone of the China Railway Group. A few days ago, Lin An also learned that he was a top student at Zhejiang University, so he assigned him the tasks of "census" and "public opinion survey".

"The requirements you listed... are difficult to complete in a short time." Fu Bin complained, "It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice."

"If there's anything you can't do, tell me, and I'll try to help you 'refresh' a mysterious person who can solve the problem." Lin An said, half teasingly, half seriously, "My 'Comes' energy is nuclear-powered."

"Okay, okay, let's do it like this."

"Just kidding, first sort out the information about the employees of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce and their mainstream issues. If you encounter any difficulties, please contact Miss Meyer."

"clear."

Before I knew it, I also had a group of talents to manage the organization. Lin An thought.

While the six major departments were working hard, their developers were not lazy either, and were immersed in sorting out the information left by Count Mariette van Hoofwegen.

He snatched the countess's computer, mobile phone and a bunch of electronic devices from the regional director and was deciphering them one by one.

The countess locked the confidential files before leaving, and Lin An reset the system, resulting in a large amount of data loss.

He unlocked the computer first. When the familiar default background appeared, Lin An felt the cold temperature of the mouse and couldn't help but feel a surge of heart.

A nostalgic feel.

Dividing the screen into two pages, he logged into the browser while continuing to decipher the few remaining documents of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce.

In fact, Lin An really wanted to log in to his social software account and tell his old friends that he was safe, but that would reveal his identity too easily.

Taking a deep breath, Lin An skillfully typed out a line of address.

The screen jumped to a black website, with a dark green tree branch and leafy branches, and patterns such as skulls and roses vividly rendering the atmosphere of the secret.

World Tree Forum.

Sliding the mouse, Lin An browsed the latest posts.

With the loss of the administrator, and the fact that "Comes" has turned the myth into reality, the number of registered forums has increased, and the forum has become more and more mixed.

There are all kinds of obvious war-provoking posts, indirect insults, and cliques, and it's a mess.

Looking at the atmosphere on the homepage that had nothing to do with mysticism, Lin An's blood surged and he logged into the management account.

We can’t let three years of hard work in college go to waste.

Delete post! Banned! title!

During the drastic rectification of the forum, the deciphering process on the other side of the screen reached 100%, and Lin An opened the document with two minds.

Its title is - "Archives of Mail Correspondence of the Nakal Brotherhood".

Nakar?

If I remember correctly, this is the nation of ancient civilization.

Lin An became interested and read on.

pay tribute!

Long time no see. It’s been three months since you invited me to Burger King. I really miss Bantu’s unique five-layer Big Mac beef burger. Regardless of anything else, I wish you a happy dry season!

The coordinates mentioned before have been sent, please check and confirm with me.

Invite me to dinner when you have time,

fat Boy.

If it weren't for the countess's encrypted file, Lin An almost thought he had read a prank message.

Slide the mouse and the next email comes into view.

Dear Mr. Metalonte,

Hello!

Thanks for the blessings, but we never celebrate the arrival of the rainy or dry seasons.

Not long ago, I received a warning not to take you to Burger King because when you ate that beef burger, you violated the 22 Hebrew commandments. Please don't cause unnecessary trouble to me.

The coordinates have been received. I will send people to block the corresponding passages and closely observe the movements of [Brahma] and [New Eden].

good luck,

Leopard President.

Lin An's eyelids twitched. This leopard-print president was most likely Bantu President Tshisekedi. The person he exchanged emails with was either [Black Capital] or [Yisi Leye].

And [Brahma] and [New Eden] should be conservatives who cooperate with Lin Hainan.

The former is from the Lotus Kingdom, and the latter sounds like a Xizhou family.

Their philosophy seems to be opposite to [Black City].

As for "Metalonte"...

Lin An narrowed his eyes, this was the name of the omniscient angel.

As far as he knew, angels not only had endless mystical techniques, but also had elusive "passive" abilities. They were a very terrifying and difficult opponent.

He actually calls himself a fat boy, what a lover of hellish jokes.

The reason for the email record was that "Fat Boy" asked Tshisekedi to blockade a certain area. The latter expressed his understanding and cautiously asked [Black City] about the next arrangements.

Unexpectedly, "Fat Boy" told Tshisekedi that [Heidu] did not want him to participate in future plans because his "Lamp Goddess" integration level was too low, was worthless, and was of no use.

Tshisekedi immediately became anxious and quickly said that he was cooperating with "Alfonso III" and had a way to obtain more of the medium. He asked [Black City] not to expel him.

"Fat Boy" responded to such an email.

Mr President,

You have heard news from the Eagle Kingdom that the Uncrowned Queen has returned to her throne.

This respected lady expressed her dissatisfaction to me in a friendly manner. She believed that the structure of the [Nakal Brotherhood] was too loose, and hoped that I would select seven elites on the basis of the Brotherhood to rebuild the [Seven Sin Demons] in the 14th century AD. The glory of the Lord.

I suddenly thought of you, the dedicated person, and the eloquent "Alfonso III".

[Seven Sins Demon Lord] is historically a mystical organization code-named by the Seven Deadly Sins. Its members all come from the ancient, great and glorious dynasty four thousand years ago - which is also the predecessor of [Black City].

You should be familiar with the Seven Deadly Sins, right?

Pride, envy, anger, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust.

Each word corresponds to a lord of hell and mankind's darkest and most hidden desires.

They were originally concepts unique to occultism and demonology, but after being abused by Hollywood and various popcorn movies, these words have become well-known, and their concepts are too general. To be honest, they have long been unsuitable for modern society. .

Cliché, crappy, outdated!

Since we want to innovate, we should step on the bones of tradition!

Therefore, I solemnly invite you to join our [New Seven Sins Demon Lord] camp!

genetic modification! Human experiment! Environmental pollution! Social injustice! Impoverishing! Greedy for money! Willing to fall!

Choose one you like.

The time when the mystics can do whatever they want is coming soon.

Treat me to Burger King next time,

fat Boy.