World Occult User Guide

"As her consciousness faded, Marie Gielgud Adamek returned to that gentle night, the breeze blew the gauze curtains, and her husband who had been separated for many years walked towards her."

"We haven't seen each other for many years, but his appearance is still unforgettable."

"Mrs. Adamek stretched out her hand to trace her husband's features, as if to carve him into her mind, but the next moment, the wind stopped and the crow hoarsely called 'never again.'"

"Everything disappeared and she stood in the dark wilderness."

"She saw a lush dragon's blood tree not far away, with knotted ropes surrounding the slender trunk. Some people are saying that these tenacious leaves represent the soul of her husband, growing continuously, and will never be broken unless the soul is gone. .”

"'You can't find him, the ritual has failed'."

"Then the whole dragon's blood tree shriveled up little by little, and its leaves fell to the ground."

"Poor Mrs. Adamek dragged her heavy body and held up the withered petals with her tender hands. The sharp leaf thorns penetrated her skin and dropped blood as bright as the redness of a virgin. They were intertwined with the owner's hot tears. , regardless of each other.”

"She wasn't in pain, but she was getting more and more numb, weak, and powerless, so she leaned gently against the bare dragon's blood tree, and the withered leaves swirled around her, like a warm and reassuring hug. , hugged her body that was getting colder."

"The two hearts seemed to have never been separated, and they stopped beating at the same time."

“The story of Marie Gielgud Adamek ends here.”

The brilliance of the stars surged, and Jacob used thick pen and ink to draw a sad end to this gloomy and pitiful life.

Destined destiny is irreversible.

Even the god Odin, who hangs upside down on the World Tree, cannot resist the final outcome of Ragnarok.

It's never a good thing to know too much about your future.

The display screen relayed the live video of the press conference, and the side screen recorded the ratings of Xizhou and Laconao regions respectively. Although the press conference did not have many listeners, it was definitely a storm for the [Forest Ranger].

What's more, he also has the support of [Heidu].

Even if the forest ranger did not die at the hands of the voodoo priest, after this large-scale "smear", his unknown godhead will be tainted, and no matter how he clarifies it in the future, it will be difficult to convince people.

Unless he changes to an alphabetical name such as "Lumberjack" in the future and once again joins the stage of world mythology.

However, Jacob believed that since the ranger claimed to be the guardian of the [World Tree], his character and medium must not match "Slaughter" very well.

Moreover, if he wanted to be dubbed the "Nanzhou's No. 1 Tyrant", there were several "evil gods" above the Bantu who would not agree.

Just as Jacob closed the ancient book, the strange sound of "clang, bang, bang, bang" interrupted Kapunde Kumasi's chatter, and an embarrassed figure covered in gray fell from the ceiling.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough..."

The pale young man with curly hair and slender figure rolled around on the ground several times, then approached the microphone on the podium in one breath and pushed Kapender Kumasi down with all his strength.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'll apologize to you later."

The young man cleared his throat, took out his international journalist certificate, and spoke clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt you in the middle, but here is a report about our sponsor [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce]!"

"Edward Roberts?!" Jacob's fingers stiffened while stroking his mustache, almost pulling off a few strands of his mustache. "Is he still alive? In my prophecy, he has clearly 'died from voodoo'..."

"Crash."

The pages filled with gorgeous cursive calligraphy turned and he looked at a story he had written a few days ago.

"Edward Roberts lay in his hospital bed, knowing that he had many unfinished news that he had not shared with the world, but he would never get the chance."

"A needle was inserted into the scarecrow's heart thousands of miles away. Edward stared at the cold ceiling of the hospital. His heart stopped beating along with the doll held by his thin hands, and his consciousness fell into boundless nothingness."

"The voodoo magic of Dahomey killed him, and now he is dead."

He's dead...as he should be.

Jacob looked at Edward who was talking eloquently. After a moment of silence, he had to admit that he had made several mistakes.

The first is to underestimate the ranger's methods.

Death is not considered death in the eyes of true gods.

Even in many myths, death is the beginning of a journey.

Fate gave Edward Roberts a predetermined death, but the ranger added an unfinished comma after death.

Jacob looked at the main display screen coldly. Due to the appearance of reporters, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

The technicians who controlled the equipment immediately wanted to cut off the live broadcast. Several officers and mystics loyal to General Abishan swarmed over, and bullets and "Comoth" energy flew towards Edward in an overwhelming manner.

"Touch! Touch! Touch!"

The fierce conflict was about to break out. Jacob closed his eyes tiredly. When he opened them again, blood covered the carpet, and bones, residue and flesh were scattered everywhere.

The international reporter's face became increasingly pale, and his body was covered in blood, but he was almost unscathed. Instead, his attacker was lying on the ground in a mess.

The guy who looks like a lamb is actually the presiding judge. Jacob raised his eyebrows.

The world is getting more and more crazy.

Edward held the microphone tremblingly, swallowing his saliva while stuttering and reciting the manuscript.

"Gen, according to my investigation, the factory of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce in Kinshasa - Sir, wait until I finish - your brains are splashed on the screen - cease fire! cease fire! May God bless your souls - —Hey! Don’t interrupt the live broadcast!”

His fearful voice was intertwined with the screams of technicians, the gunshots of officers, the overturning of chairs, and the muffled groans of reporters who fell to the ground helplessly after being deprived of their senses by voodoo priests, forming a scene. A farce of demons dancing around.

"Crack!"

A piece of flying scalp blocked the surveillance probe. Jacob pressed the button to switch the signal. He couldn't stand it anymore.

Great, fatal mistake number two.

I shouldn't have used Edward Roberts' perspective to invite the ranger to Abishan and kill two birds with one stone. I should have killed him as quickly as I planned.

After all, what he saw in the factory at that time was more than just radioactive materials...

Now he has become the mystic of the World Tree.

The ranger enjoyed the [Theia Auction] in advance without spending a penny.

After sneering a few times, Jacob packed his things in an orderly manner. Just when he was about to close the books, he felt dizzy.

It seems that Edward reported news about the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, which caused some instability in his godhood.

This is the third mistake.

"I'm not cut out to do the work that gets my hands dirty, I pay people who are willing to do the work - luckily I can afford to fail."

Maintaining an elegant posture, Jacob put the books into the suitcase and zipped it up.

At the same time, a melodious palindrome poem rises, and an ethereal and holy atmosphere echoes.

"The rainforest is hot, the sun is blazing, the Kuba River is stained red with blood; the air is cool, the darkness is deepening, and calm flows into the Rhine."

…………

Lin An was surrounded by something.

They must be intelligent beings, because he senses the passion and vitality of mankind from their simple and profound activities. They pursue their goals with simplicity, passion and sincere imagination.

Are these people who believe in me?

No, it should be their "thoughts".

Lin An felt his relationship with them. These thoughts seemed to have affected and reshaped his character in some way. Their surroundings gave him the opportunity to observe the complexity and subtlety of the world.

Although each individual is small, it is also so complex.

They do not reject Lin An's scrutiny and approach, and are very close to him. The most important thing is that Lin An also agrees with their way of thinking.

Suddenly, many strange thoughts surged into his mind.

He realized that these were the illusory gods of various civilizations. They appeared here for some reason. Some symbolized solemnity and kindness, some symbolized ruthless power, some symbolized unthinking creativity, and some symbolized omniscient wisdom. .

These images are imagined by the creative mind and materialize the same spirituality that "Comes" gives to all living beings.

The gods from all the worlds appeared one after another. Lin An's head was sore and his eyesight turned black. He couldn't help but fall into thinking.

The familiar image slowly takes shape, a mass of dense matter and violent rays that continues to expand. It symbolizes the infinite spirit that brings enlightenment to all human beings.

This is an entity that objectively exists in Lin An's field of vision and exists deep in his nature; it is just like him, but boundless and beyond him.

A thick veil covered his true appearance, and Lin An knew that He hid a larger world from him, where the atmosphere was thick, the ocean was boundless, and the waves raised by the biggest storms were like ripples on the surface of mercury.

Facing the infinite body, he deeply felt his limitations.

However, desire conquered fear, and he flew toward Him like a moth, across the universe and across the planets, to witness another wonder.

After a few seconds, the gods that linked him to the infinite spirit collapsed, and the road to Him was broken. Lin An was surrounded by the first gentle thoughts, which were childish and ordinary, but sincere.

These little members worshiped him, surrounded him, and gave him comfort unlike that of the infinite spirit.

They made Lin An emit the same faint light.

The fireflies were getting brighter and hotter, and a cold sound that did not match the high temperature came.

"Mr. Rigel?"

Lin An sat up suddenly. His eyes that had adapted to the darkness were hit by the sudden appearance of the golden midday sunlight, and his vision was a little blurry.

In the blur of illusion caused by the intense heat, a slender woman in a white dress bent down and looked straight at Lin An with her snow-white eyes without eyeballs.

Taking a long breath, he looked at the various data arranged in the system and waved his hand.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Adamek." (End of chapter)