World Occult User Guide

Two hours later, night fell at the equator.

Outside the window is a snow-white marble brick garden and tigers playing wantonly in the water. A few servants are holding fresh meat for them to eat. Farther away are wealthy people walking in twos and threes, and the farthest distance is a river bank full of garbage.

The moonlight fell on the decorative recesses of the Neo-Romanesque Presidential Palace, coating it with a layer of light silver lace.

Lin An withdrew his gaze and looked at Tshisekedi Kumasi who was sitting behind an all-purpose desk. He was making tea with a cherry blossom tea set, and the small cup was like a house toy in his thick fingers.

"You must be the [Forest Ranger]."

Tshisekedi’s watch sounded the sound of cute little animals, and it was already eight o’clock in the evening.

"Let me guess, you were pushed to the forefront by the prophet, and then you were trapped and replaced by him when you became successful." The president picked up the hot teapot, "The 'God of Truth' likes to suddenly drop cold arrows and unknowingly kill people. Playing around."

Although Lin An does not know the mysterious prototype of the president himself, as one of the [Four Living Gods] and the successor of the "Chief" finger, he is at least the source level. The [Black City] emails also mentioned that he has fused a certain " Lady with the Lamp”.

Unlike other confused people who are stuck in a time loop, Tshisekedi knew at the first sight of Lin An that he did not exist in this timeline.

Lin An originally wanted to wait for an opportunity to sneak into the presidential palace and get Tshisekedi's "pamphlet", but unexpectedly he was discovered by this mysterious man just a few minutes after entering.

But it doesn't matter, in a few hours, this period of time will reach its end.

Lin An tried to wait outside until the seventh day of the cycle ended, but as a result, whenever 12 o'clock passed, no matter where he was, he would be forcibly "teleported" back to the big hotel bed where he woke up on the first day.

In other words, he will soon activate the prophet's "automatic return to the city" function.

This time we will first investigate the layout of the Presidential Palace.

"Yes, but I heard him say that you are the one with the cold arrow behind his back." Lin An picked up the tea handed by the president. The strange smell went straight to his nose. The tea was brown and turbid. "What is the black thing?"

"Herbs... and snails."

Lin An put down the teacup.

"Hahaha, Bantu's specialty drink." Tshisekedi smiled. "My child, the 'Prophet' has really hurt you, and I am still chatting with you calmly until now. You might as well think again, what should I believe? Whose words."

"Isn't what he said true?"

By saying this, Lin An was no longer interested in the grudges and grudges of the [Four Living Gods].

The reason for agreeing to sit down was not because he wanted to achieve any substantive results, but when Lin An greeted the president, he released the [Little Man in the Bottle] and followed the energy wave into the presidential palace.

He divided half of his consciousness to control the [Little Man in the Bottle], and the other half held the president's attention.

Zay's "Dreamer" energy enveloped the villain like a gauze. It walked in a parallel world hidden under the water, and shuttled freely through intricate corridors and rooms.

Recording the map of the presidential palace, Lin An continued to listen to Tshisekedi's spiel.

"He is right. I killed the 'Witch' and the 'Witch', but I did not betray the [Four Living Gods]. Don't let your preconceived prejudices affect you. In fact, he was the double-dealing betrayer. You stay here That’s the best evidence.”

"You work for a wealthy family in Xizhou," Lin An said.

"The Noble Family? It's more like a top private club. A new era has arrived, and only they know how to govern the world correctly. I am participating to learn, and I don't want Bantu to fall behind others because of our stubbornness."

Tshisekedi sighed and told Lin An seriously.

"The prophet didn't tell you, but it was the 'wizards' and 'witches' who acted first. I wanted to negotiate peacefully and had to defend myself."

"Not only did you kill the [Four Living Gods] people, but in order to become president, you also revived the ethnic hatred left by the Flemish people, causing Bantu to fall into endless civil war. This can't be false."

"It is true. We need to scare the people, but I have never wanted to let the Bantu people kill each other or even create chaotic wars. Maybe there are extremists who want to do this. That is wrong and I don't support it."

"You never gave an order to massacre civilians?"

"No, never." Tshisekedi said with a smile, "Even if they don't support me, that's their right."

"The fact is that many ordinary people were killed." Lin An stared at the watch hanging loosely on the president's wrist and counted down.

Tshisekedi seemed to be aware of it and began to fiddle with the dial.

"The chain of power... means that I can control my army, but I can't control civilian demagogues and extremists. My officers and I do not support violent policies. Those chaos are entirely a combination of civilians and extreme commanders organizational."

He avoids responsibility without leaving any trace, puts the blame on others, and uses the ends to justify the means.

“When elephants fight, they inevitably trample the grass.”

At this point, Lin An has a "portrait of the mystic" for each divine medium, and Tshisekedi behaves neither like a "presiding judge" nor like a "war emperor."

Is this a good thing...

At least we don't have to deal with his army pressing down on the border.

"Crunch."

At this time, there was a violent fluctuation in [The Little Man in the Bottle]'s field of vision. Lin An shifted his focus and saw an oak door in front of him.

The flowers on both sides of the entrance are delicate and beautiful, and the refreshing incense is thick, accompanied by the vague flute singing and dancing.

The servants are all women, cleaning with their heads lowered.

To the naked eye, it looked like this was the room of a female family member, but the "Dreamer" energy surrounding [The Little Man in the Bottle] trembled strongly, as if he was being oppressed by some kind of powerful force.

Strange energy fluctuations come from the other side of the room...

David's words flashed through Lin An's mind. He said that the president's only advantage was that he was very devoted to his wife. Is there any hidden meaning in this?

A young woman with short hair pushed out the door. She was plain-looking and had very fair skin. She was holding a tablet as thin as a cicada and was wearing a professional white-collar attire.

An air of misfit pervades, proving that she is a mystic.

Is this person Tshisekedi’s wife?

Then Lin An saw that most of the servants around her turned a blind eye to what she was going through, and at most they bowed politely, so she gave up her suspicions.

The most important thing is that when she passed the corner where the villain in the bottle was hiding, the poppy brooch disappeared in a flash, letting Lin An understand the identity of this person.

[Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] Office in Kinshasa.

Speaking of which, Kevin mentioned that there are three legendaries here...

When her back disappeared into the corridor, Lin An could still feel the lasting energy wave that recognized him, indicating that the person who discovered him was still in the female family room surrounded by the fragrance.

Let the energy of the mythical [Little Man in the Bottle] fluctuate...

Is there a total of two source-level officials in the presidential office?

After thinking for a while, Lin An asked the alchemical creature to follow the female white-collar worker. Anyway, the map of the Presidential Palace was almost recorded.

"Tick tock."

Time passed by, and the president was impatient. When Lin An didn't reply for a long time, he asked in a loud voice.

"I was once trapped by the mysterious magic of the prophet, but later I appeared at the presidential inauguration ceremony without incident... Don't you want to leave?"

"What's the price?"

"We have some issues with the 'Prophet', don't we?" Tshisekedi clasped his hands, "As the saying goes, the enemy of our enemy is our friend."

"Also a potential enemy." Lin An said lightly.

Tshisekedi's face darkened: "Mr. Forester, your lack of oil and salt makes it very difficult for me."

"Is it difficult to do it? Then don't do it!"

Lin An suddenly got angry and kicked the table over, causing dark tea to flow all over the floor.

At the same time, thoughts flashed through his mind, and a deep hole emerged under Tshisekedi’s presidential chair. A strong attraction pulled his soul like a magnet, and the pain like needles penetrated into his bones. The president was like a thin sheet. Falling towards death like fallen leaves.

Sacrifice to the gods of the underworld!

Tshisekedi, who was hit by the Hittite ritual, did not panic, with a sneer on his lips, his eyes slowly turned dark green, and his whole figure was like a life-size candle, melting with a smile.

Grease rolled under Lin An's feet, and an itchy thing crawled up his pants. He turned the [Philosopher's Stone] and flew up into the air, but he only felt a pressure coming from above and below, squeezing him in the middle.

"cough!"

Lin An coughed violently, smashed the glass of the president's room and flew out of the window. Only then did he escape the fate of being almost crushed into a meat pie, including his body and soul.

Is this the mystery of Tshisekedi?

By the way, I clearly hit him, why didn't it have any effect?

After briefly recalling it, Lin An frowned, because when he just hit the president, the feedback from the Hittite ritual was like tearing apart an empty shell without a soul.

Is Tshisekedi as dead as the prophet?

No, even if "death", the soul of the mystic will not dissipate - that's why the mysticism that directly affects the soul is so terrifying!

Speaking of which, when talking to Tshisekedi, there is always an unreal feeling.

"Uuuuuu——"

A guess took shape, and Lin An had no time to think about it. With the sharp warning of enemy attack, the presidential palace was in chaos, and thousands of escorts carrying long guns and short cannons rushed from all directions.

Lin An observed them specifically. Those soldiers did not have the aura of the mystic in the air release mode, and were not puppets controlled by the mystic.

It seems that Tshisekedi is not a war emperor.

This is good news.

Lin An observed calmly, and suddenly discovered that with the Presidential Palace as the center, thick and dense palm tree leaves and gauze shells extended out, and the energy of "Comes" formed a thin film on the ground.

strangeness……

The pattern characteristic of palm trees multiplies rapidly like a fungus, climbing up from the ground to objects within sight in the blink of an eye, including garden benches, statues in the center of fountains, presidential gardening shapes in the garden, and finally all the way up the walls of the Presidential Palace, covering roof.

In just five seconds, except for those who shouted to kill Lin An, the entire world was ruled by this weird palm leaf.

"Intruder, I'm going to kill you!"

"How dare you act wild in the presidential palace, get out of here! Go to Togo!"

"If you hurt Mr. President, you will be the mortal enemy of the entire Bantu!"

With red eyes, the soldiers yelled after Lin An, who was flying. The latter passed by bullets, artillery shells, and even an RPG missile. Although he was not injured, his ears were almost deafened by the crackling sound.

In order to confirm the mysterious range and distance of the president, Lin An ignored the rabid escorts and flew straight out of the presidential palace and landed in a wealthy area.

"Ah, the wizard killed someone!"

His arrival shocked the residents who were walking at night and fled. Only an old lady wearing reading glasses stood there. She didn't see clearly that Lin An was falling from the sky. She slapped her sore waist, pushed up her cloudy glasses, and spoke slurred words. to talk to.

"Ah, help pick up a blind fake from the nest, Nuo, the wine is by the wax."

"for you."

Lin An picked up the dentures and handed them to the old woman. She tremblingly took out a handkerchief to wipe the dust, and then complained to Lin An about the weather and the young people nearby.

"You said why today's young people are not willing to..."

Lin An squinted his eyes, and he saw that the pattern of palm leaves was not affected by the Presidential Palace at all, coming from that side like a rising tide, swallowing up the streets of Gombe District where he was in the blink of an eye.

"Still, you're still kind, young man—"

When the old lady got excited, she stepped forward and took Lin An's arm, wanting to take something from her arms and give it to him.

Until the grid of palm leaves passed the bricks beneath her feet, the old man shuddered.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin An asked.

The next moment, the still kind old lady suddenly changed her face, locked Lin An hard with her thin arms, and shouted at the top of her voice.

"You, you - you are anti-presidential! Damn rebels, come on! Shoot him!"

At the same time, the residents who had just been hiding looked out from everywhere. They changed from their usual cowardice, holding weapons with the same hatred and shouting neat slogans.

"Get out! Get out! Get out of Kinshasa!"

"Shoot! Execute! Split the car!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound of working together was like a war cry, soaring into the sky, and the earth trembled. Every resident who had never met Lin An had blood-red eyes and stared at him without blinking.

If looks could kill, Lin An felt like he was going to be crushed into powder by this group of people.

Sensing a trace of the aura of the "Goddess with the Lamp" permeating the air, Lin An did not dare to delay, pushed the old man away, turned around and flew towards the sky.

The violent voice lingered in his ears for a long time, following him like a shadow. Without any distractions, he sunk his consciousness into the little man in the bottle, synchronizing his vision with it.

Very good, not far from me...

The riot swept through Kinshasa's wealthy district, with people marching in pursuit of a speeding figure and angrily throwing everything at him, including leftover food and rotten eggs.

Lin Ancheng had no expression on his face, just dodging people's attacks easily, and finally stopped next to an office building more than ten stories high.

The figure of a woman was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she looked out the window suspiciously.

It was the female white-collar worker from the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce office.

"System, use [You shall be punished]!" Lin An pointed at the female white-collar worker's eyebrows without hesitation.

The female white-collar worker obviously had no power to fight back against the mythical "Presiding Judge". Her eyes were dazzled as complex and complicated Hebrew words rose from the ground, turned into a noose and hung around her neck, suddenly tightening.

"Quack!"

The light faded from her eyes, and the female white-collar worker fell to the ground with her eyes fixed on her face.

"Cuckoo!"

In the presidential palace, Tshisekedi returned to his seat at some point. Sensing Lin An's actions, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he heard the beep of his watch, heralding the arrival of twelve o'clock.

Then, the passing time was like an ouroboros biting its own tail, falling into an endless loop again. (End of chapter)