World Occult User Guide

monkey?

Lin An looked around, but he didn't see any monkeys.

Misuru must be in some danger.

Many mysterious prototypes in Nanzhou are based on animals. For example, the carpenter Zai uses animals to create an illusive space, making people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and slowly breaking down emotionally.

In case of encountering a "fantasist", Misuru is likely to see something different from Lin An.

"Have you seen the Free Mystic?"

"Well, I just tied him up not long ago." Misulu said, "This man was wearing a straw hat and a jersey numbered 37."

The blacksmith in front of Lin An was wearing old camouflage clothes, which was completely different from what Misuru had described.

"When you met him, was he repairing a cauldron?"

"Maybe, after all, he is a blacksmith." Misulu seemed a little puzzled. "According to the information provided by my informant, when he hits the anvil with the hammer head, a bright lightning will be produced."

"What other characteristics characterizes his mystery?"

"I briefly fought with him for a few seconds. To sum up, in addition to being good at processing iron and copper quickly, he can only control flames in frontal combat, and his power is very weak. I guess he is a ghost-level 'God of Farming'. "

"Holy Blacksmith... [Finzi]?"

The legend of the God of Forging often appears in the myths of various civilizations. The gods or races who hold this authority often live in isolation from the world, usually in places with access to the earth's natural ores, such as deep caves or near volcanoes.

The technology of forging and smelting determines the hardness of weapons and is an integral part of human life.

As a nomadic farming civilization, the Bantu people naturally value the skill of blacksmithing.

According to legend, Fenzi is a river god who lives in the middle and lower basins of the Kuba River.

He had a similar appearance to humans, so he did not want to see his "kind" being bullied by animals, so he appeared in person and showed humans how to process iron and copper to create weapons and armor.

"Finzi? I have heard his story." Misulu suddenly realized, "Then he may be a disaster-level person, but the awakening time is too short, the radiation value is not high, and he is not good at direct confrontation. He was easily defeated by me. Take it."

"Are you sure?" Lin An asked suspiciously, "Because the blacksmith is standing in front of me now, but you are not at the place we agreed on."

"I'm missing?" Misulu was also stunned, "Speaking of which, Lin, are you really in Udim Street?"

"Of course." Lin An turned around and walked out of the alley and returned to the main road. "Not only did I not see you, I didn't even find any of your soldiers."

"I'll send someone to bring you back together."

After waiting for ten minutes, Lin An still didn't see a ghost, so he couldn't help but send a message: "Misulu, I suspect there is a 'visionary' lurking here."

"Fantasy?"

Lin An talked about his experience fighting Zai. Misulu seemed to be deep in thought, and only sent a message after a long time.

"No, there's nothing unreasonable around here." He paused and said, "You want me to try to kill this blacksmith?"

The blacksmith in the alley has been alert to Lin An's actions, working with his hands one after another. The pot was knocked absentmindedly several times, making it even more erratic.

Even so, he didn't have any intention to attack, he just kept driving Lin An away with his eyes, letting him leave voluntarily.

"It may not be him. This dreamer may be hiding in the dark. Don't move around and let me meet him."

Lin An sank his consciousness into the "One Eye of God", and his field of vision suddenly increased, watching the movements of the entire block from above.

Probably because the "Dreamer" hid too deeply, Lin An only discovered the mysterious blacksmith.

At this moment, Misu suddenly wrote a message.

"Are you really my ancestor spirit?"

Lin An's breathing was stagnant while he was exploring. He thought the other party had discovered that he had falsified his identity, but Misulu continued.

"That's right, Lin, actually you are next to me now... We are on the way back to the hotel."

"What?" Lin An didn't react at all.

"My soldiers found you, and you confirmed that this free mystic is [Finz], disaster level. We decided to escort him back to the hotel to undergo 'reformation'. You just asked me to participate in the Ranger system member meeting in the afternoon, because You have something to say."

I go.

Someone is impersonating me?

"Misulu, that's a fake!" Lin An quickly warned, "You have entered the dreamer's space, and everything you experience here is unreal! Don't think wildly, and don't promise anything!"

"Well……"

Hearing Misulu's vacillation, Lin An flew over Mbambuka, increased the search range of [God's One Eye], and continued to search for the possible visionary.

In the bright daylight, the behavior of this "flying man" was immediately watched by onlookers. The residents put down their work and either knelt down, rubbed their eyes, or talked loudly.

"Something flew by!"

"My old grandmother, is that a person, or a larger vulture?"

"The evil eye is gone! The evil eye is gone! Don't punish me, please!"

Unfortunately, even under the pressure of public panic, Lin An still found nothing.

Another half hour later, he landed. Just as he was about to change the search target, he suddenly heard a prompt from the system.

"You received a message from Ranger_10. Do you want to check the user's situation immediately?"

Ranger_10 is a system belonging to Meyer, Lin An nodded.

"Check."

He just wanted to explain something to her.

"Lord Zuling, do you know when the elder's legs and feet healed?" Unexpectedly, Meyer sent a strange message.

"August 7, 2038." Lin An said truthfully, it was his first day back on the planet. "What records are you doing, Meyer?"

"The Lion Tribe and your chronicle," Meyer wrote in meticulous French. "When I'm done, can you import it into each employee's profile?"

"Okay, it can be considered a historical event." Lin An just wanted to take the initiative in the topic, but saw Meyer reply with an even stranger message.

"Who are you? Lord Zuling just rejected my proposal a few seconds ago."

what happened?

If it is enough to say that Misulu was unfortunately plotted by the "Dreamer", why did Meyer also see the fake him?

Is the mysterious man at the Lambridge Hotel?

"You received a message from Ranger_6. Do you want to check the user's situation immediately?"

"You received a message from Ranger_7..."

"You received a message from Ranger_8..."

Immediately afterwards, a large number of messages were overwhelming, coming from Misulu, Edward and Fu Bin. They were all asking Lin An a similar question.

[Forest Ranger] Right next to us, who are you?

A chill crept up Lin An's back. He looked at the cold and flashing code shaking rapidly. He simply waved his hand to hide all the data and returned to the Lambridge Hotel without hesitation.

Not long after entering the hotel, Lin An waved to the hotel's butler and asked him to immediately call all members of the Ranger system to the office on the top floor.

Only four people came as promised, and Lin An glanced at their doubtful faces one by one.

"Where's Misuru?"

"He went down the mountain with Okonkwo, saying he wanted to fight with the gang warlords." Seeing Lin An's serious expression, Fu Bin used humorous words to smooth things over, "It seems that he didn't check you in the group text. Let him make up for it next time."

Lin An frowned and remained silent.

The uncomfortable silence lasted for a while, and Meyer broke it with a voice: "Lord Zuling, what are your orders?"

"It's nothing..." Lin An waved his hand, "I'm just a little confused."

"Can't tell what?"

"true and false."

If this group of people is real, then who are the people who keep replying to him in World Tree?

"Forester, have you been too tired recently?" Edward said with concern, "It's hard to accept the days without coffee."

"I remember there is a Xing Jiu Ke in Kinshasha. Why don't you check if their special star delivery can be delivered to Mbambuka." Fu Bin suggested.

"Xingjiu Ke is simply soapy water!" Edward immediately glared, "I will never admit that it is coffee!"

Lin An listened to the quarrels of his friends who were getting to know each other, and their personalities were as fresh as in his memory. The most important thing was that their light spots and panel data in the empty mode could not deceive anyone.

Not a fake.

Does that mean that the World Tree itself is malfunctioning?

Could it be that the system is having convulsions again?

There has been no deliberate effort to reduce the pollution level recently, and Lin An's value is close to 30%.

"I have no bugs." The system's cold prompt sounded, "All data sections are running normally, code monitoring is normal, and data display is normal."

"Hasn't the current level of pollution affected Yggdrasil?"

"no."

"are you sure?"

"I never make mistakes." The system's supposedly emotionless voice was tinged with a hint of impatience at being questioned.

But Lin An had no time to pay attention to it now. He chatted anxiously with his friends for a while, confirmed that there was nothing abnormal about them, and decided to look for Misulu again in Mbambuka.

After all, the strange cause was his capture of a free mystic.

The positioning of the World Tree system showed that Misulu was in the hotel. Lin An followed Fu Bin's guidance and walked down the hillside linking the city and the wealthy area.

The sun is dazzling and the humidity is thick. People are coming and going on the streets of Mbambuka. Women are carrying children on their backs, and men are carrying cement on their backs. They are busy.

After going to the pharmacy for seven days in a row, Lin An was walking on a familiar road when suddenly a very familiar conversation came to his ears.

"I heard that the hotel on the top of the mountain has changed its staff."

"It's the powerful people of Kinshasa again."

"This time I saw blood! The leader of that group of people is called [Forest Ranger]..."

Lin Anru was struck by lightning and turned around suddenly. She saw a group of old people gathered under the shade of a tree, surrounded by women bargaining, tailors, barbers and her sons who drank palm oil.

"This honey is so sweet, it's worthy of the big bumps on our faces. Hiss, don't touch it - leave some for me!"

Several fashionably dressed teenagers walked out of the alley with a beehive in their arms, their hands and faces full of honey. They passed by Lin An, who was standing dumbfounded on the spot, and did not forget to look back at him.

"Isn't that man lost?" They whispered, and the bolder one shouted, "Hey, where are you going?"

His words seemed to turn on some kind of switch, and Lin An ran to the pharmacy without looking back. This was the place he was most familiar with these days.

"call out--"

Dwarf woodland elephants curled up their long trunks and grazed beside neo-Romanesque buildings, while a man with slender limbs wiped his sweat and swept the floor while humming.

Lin An patted him. The man was the herbalist. He looked confused and his eyes were confused.

"Are you alright?"

"Nothing, I'm here to buy some medicine."

He clearly has the face of a herbalist, but he is not a mysterious person.

It turns out that it was not Misulu who encountered the "Dreamer", but I was the one who was actually attacked mysteriously.

Lin An let go of the innocent herbalist, walked straight to the pharmacy, and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Zai, no...'Prophet', it's you who is causing trouble."

"You discovered it so quickly. The forest ranger deserves to be a source-level 'knowledge seeker'."

The always gentle and calm voice echoed in his mind, but at this moment, there was a hint of darkness.

"Don't be so aggressive, I'm not going to hurt you...just get what you need."

"what do you want?"

"your time."

"Are you kidding? Do you think you are a capitalist?" While talking to the prophet, Lin An opened the door of the pharmacy.

The Prophet did not answer.

The pharmacy was brightly lit, and the fat women were chatting about village gossip and cleaning up the greasy floor. They thought Lin An was just an ordinary customer.

The young man was sitting at the checkout counter, fiddling with an old-fashioned flip phone. Only the yawning old man in the corner glanced at Lin An with cataract eyes, and continued to take a nap against the wall.

No one has that air of lifelessness, numbness and indifference about them.

Is this reality?

Lin An was too lazy to talk to the prophet anymore and decided to explore it himself

He walked straight towards the familiar entrance to the basement, and an employee leaning against a shelf stepped forward to stop him.

"Young man, the toilet is over there."

"Where does this door lead to?" Lin An asked.

"In the warehouse, trucks usually transport things in from the other side." The employee's aunt replied.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Lin An took out his wallet from his arms and gave her a 2 Yule bill. The aunt was overjoyed and quickly opened the door with the key.

"Here, let's take you down."

Following the accustomed stairs, Lin An reached the bottom. He looked around and compared the current scenery in the basement with the scenery in his memory.

After thinking for a moment, a strange truth emerged.

"My 'world' and that of Misuru are all real. Even the 'world' of the previous seven days exists in reality. The shape-shifting wizard is a real person, and the herbalist is also a real person, but they exist in different timelines."

Lin An took a deep breath.

"The walls of the previous warehouse did not have these marks caused by years of moving goods, and there were no moss or fungi on the sides. So I guess I went to the pharmacy in the past."

The prophet remained ambiguously silent.

"The moment you met the herbalist, you controlled time."

"..."

"Am I right, God of Truth?"