World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 103 The Prisoner's End

There is basically no danger left; all that's left is for the captain and the Safi City direct response team to finish up the remaining tasks.

Lin An looked at Efron through the gap, but felt the view wasn't clear enough, so he gave instructions to the system.

"Try using [100% accuracy]."

"Sorry, no relevant entries were found based on your search results."

"Ok?"

Lin An quickly pulled up the entry for "Storz Thorn". The screen was filled with a bunch of confusing gibberish, but from the [Mysterious Origin] and [Individual Introduction], it could be seen that this entry only had two abilities.

Does that mean my "100% accuracy" rating has been overwritten?
"System, explain this to me?"

“Such intelligent people as us couldn’t possibly have missed it, could we? The main feature of the ‘Seeker of Knowledge’ medium is randomness.” The system explained, “Each entry has a maximum ability of 2. Whether you’re collecting entries or tracing their origins, only two types can remain.”

Lin An did have a vague feeling that every time he collected or synthesized abilities, he couldn't select a specific ability, as if it were a "removal of entries" or a "lottery".

Fortunately, my "luck" was still good when I traced the source, and I didn't wash away the "Stars and Me" (a concept in Chinese astrology).

"Wouldn't that waste many abilities?"

"If you want to complete the encyclopedia, just kill the mysterious prototype with the same name several times in a row, and I'll create multiple entries for you to collect different abilities," the system said flippantly.

"You're too bloodthirsty. What happened to being a 'seeker of knowledge'?"

"Heh, can you call it killing when it comes to seeking knowledge? That's called 'collecting'. Right, my other self?"

Lin An didn't want to respond. Talking to himself was stupid enough, but now he was simultaneously playing both the straight man and the funny man. Doing that too much would really make him have a split personality.

After a moment's thought, his mind raced.

Only highly rated mystics possess multiple abilities, but are there really that many awakened high-level mystic archetypes in the world...?

To be honest, he still didn't know what the relationship was between the mysterious species and himself.

Initially, Lin An thought that the Mysterious Prototype was unique, and that once one person awakened it, no one else could awaken the Mysterious Prototype of the same name. It wasn't until he saw the Golem Army that he realized that several of the same Prototypes could appear on Titan at the same time.

It is certainly related to cognition, personality, and lineage, but I don’t know what other special factors are involved.

Unable to use his [100% accuracy] vision, Lin An could only listen to Efron's thoughts while secretly peeking out through the square opening in the thatched hut.

At this moment, Efron had lost his human form. His bones were twisted and deformed, his long limbs were pulled inward, his hands were holding his head, and his legs were curled up between his legs. From a distance, he looked like a stone platform.

From his chest, his ribs pierced through his skin, exposing them, and lines of Hebrew script gradually appeared.

It was filled with taboos from ancient sacrificial rites...

Looking at Efron's panel, the pollution level reached 50.5% in a short time. The shape and features of a human can still be seen, and it has not yet been fully used as an altar for sacrifice.

The light of the altar had faded, and Efron slumped to the ground.

The archangels around them had also completely changed. Black pus flowed from their eye sockets, ears, and mouths, and their once noble wings had withered into broken limbs that writhed incessantly on their backs.

"laugh!"

The cherubim all fell, and upon hitting the ground, they vanished as if ice water had been poured onto a hot pan.

"Don't come any closer—don't touch me! I was forced into this! I never wanted to kill anyone! But as long as I don't think like this, that person will... countless times... countless times!"

Due to the loss of control, Efron's energy dissipated.

“I am the ‘Presiding Judge,’ I judge all things, I act according to the laws and rules! Only the fairness that person gave me is fair! I cannot waver in the slightest! I must do this! I don’t want to die—I don’t want to die!”

Does that person refer to a prominent family?

No wonder Efron Ruben's thoughts were always so strange; he was always obsessively thinking about killing, which had long since transcended the realm of perversion and was more like a psychological illness.

Perhaps Efron's true nature is not like that, and therefore he needs to force himself to have thoughts of killing and bloodshed.

The truly insane are the meticulous people, obsessed with putting everything in the right place.

This is not orderly thinking; quite the opposite: overly complete and clear logic is used to mask the inherent chaos of nature.

Normal people never justify their daily behavior and thoughts, while madmen behave just as logically as normal people, and are even more obsessed with 'rationality' in order to arrange their time and plans.

What exactly did you, the aristocratic family, do?

Guy's behavior was abnormal before, and now Efron has been driven to the point of being a complete psychopath.

This further solidified Lin An's resolve not to be discovered by the powerful families.

Falling into the hands of these cold-blooded and ruthless guys would be worse than death!
Besides, he is the heir of the Hittites!
The sound of the helicopter drifted upwards, seemingly moving to the other side of the sky, replaced by a violent storm whipped up by the flapping of its wings, scattering black feathers everywhere.

A loud "ping" sound came from afar, as if it were real.

The Foundation and Efron actually started fighting without hesitation. Lin An originally thought they would only be shocked by his loss of control and then contact each other to prepare to take control.

This is probably related to the "hunt" that the captain mentioned.

Through the gaps in the thatched shed, Lin An saw seven or eight figures, but apart from the captain, none of them gave him a strong sense of oppression.

Below the mythical level?

We'll have to be careful then.

Despite the soaring pollution levels in Efron, it remains an undeniably dangerous entity.

Sure enough, screams pierced the sky.

Seeing that Efron was sitting motionless in the same spot, in extremely poor condition and almost powerless to resist, some people wanted to quickly end his life.

Unexpectedly, Efron felt an unprecedented, real pain. His pupils immediately contracted, and he pointed to the direction from which the attack came. The shattered angels all turned around, not holding precisely aimed guns, but black rocket launchers.

"Boom--!"

The earth-shattering roar shook the ground, accompanied by incessant screams and the pervasive stench of blood.

This is the price of underestimating the mythical.

The yellow sand above the ruins cascaded down, choking Lin An and causing him to cough repeatedly.

It's not fair to blame the reinforcements for being weak; as one of the six deacons of the Foundation's inspection team, Efron's current combat strength far surpasses that of most mystics on Titan.

"Who is hurting me? Who is it, and who is it again? I have been following orders all along, acting as an impartial 'judge'... Kill them! As long as I kill them, I won't have to be afraid!"

As Efron thought this, a series of thunderous explosions erupted. "Boom—boom—!"

The earth roared and raged, shattering Lin An's bunker into pieces. He looked up from the broken thatched hut as the battle between the Foundation and Efron intensified.

The young man simply covered his two eyes, which could only see the overwhelming "corpses," and manipulated the mystery solely by intuition. The archangels raised their heads, which were dripping with black blood, and with a flick of their wrists, a surge of immense energy blasted towards a desperate Foundation member.

"careful!"

A streak of black light ripped across the sky, the moonlight tore through the smoke, and specks of silvery white light transformed into a shield-like sealing formation, blocking it away.

The two completely different angelic powers collided, and a series of invisible ripples spread outward. The shield that Simon's fingertips had solidified shattered abruptly after a second.

"Snap..."

Both were prepared; Simon flapped his wings and flew away, and the other member also took the opportunity to escape.

Efron withdrew his pointing finger, breathing heavily. The archangels' bare, half-winged wings flapped twice, as if trying to fly, but failed due to the unstable energy.

The available energy is condensed inside the weapon, its edges jagged and visibly distorting space.

Once hit by them, there is only one outcome: death.

Fortunately, due to his confused state, Efron's attack angles were unsteady, like someone who was drunk.

Simon narrowly avoided two shells, circled around to Efron's back, and a moon appeared.

Sariel steadied himself, his free hand grasping the curved crescent moon, which transformed into a sharp crossbow, its violet flames burning fiercely, its tip aimed at Efron.

"Boom!"

The young man was alerted by the chilling killing intent.

Despite not being able to find a specific direction, he took a deep breath, his energy surged, dust flew up, and a sandstorm arose. Gravel pelted the ground in all directions, making it impossible for the Foundation members to open their eyes.

Before they could pinpoint Efron's location amidst their hazy vision, a sharp arrow pierced the fog, leaving a deep purple afterimage, and shot toward Efron's heart.

"Whoosh!"

Although it struck Efron directly, the latter was unharmed. The Hebrew characters on his chest shone with an undeniable aura, instantly pulverizing the Moonlight Arrow into dust, both physically and energetically.

Having failed in his surprise attack, Simon had no choice but to quickly change direction.

Efron raised his hand towards the source of the damage, and a massive, tsunami-like energy fan flew out, shattering everything in its path, as if it could even blast a hole in the sky.

Lin An, who was watching the game, narrowed his eyes.

Simon's radiation level was only slightly lower than Efron's. After nearly a month, it reached around 21%. If Efron's pollution level hadn't increased, that attack would have been enough to kill him.

It seems that increased pollution levels are not all bad; they can also grant the mysterious individuals unexpected abilities.

For example, Simon's wings, and the Hebrew taboo on Efron's chest.

The two local deities we encountered before kept the pollution level around 40-50%, and even Lady Ava, who could easily reduce the pollution level, kept herself at a pollution level of 33%.

Is there some special purpose behind it?
"Bang!"

Efron's indiscriminate firing nearly severely wounded the Foundation's reinforcements, terrifying them so much that they lost all will to fight and wished they could run away.

Apart from the three people wearing similar uniforms, who were scattered in three corners at some point, an unknown light lingered around the battlefield, taking the shape of a single eye, causing Efron to suddenly stop moving.

The opportunity is coming!

Simon, flying through the air, crossed the longsword, flapped his wings, and swooped down.

"I have no strength left!" Efron's heart ached with anguish. "Oh God, why have you abandoned me!"

But he did not want to give up hope of survival, so he manipulated all the angels to rush towards him in unison, their bleeding wings completely covering Efron's body.

No matter where Simon stabbed, he could sense the opponent's location from the pain, thus launching a counterattack at close range.

The sound of wind approached from the southeast, followed by pain.

Efron bit his lip scar hard, his energy coalescing into a shotgun, which he aimed in that direction.

"Crash-!"

Bullets sprayed out like a showerhead.

The expected warm blood didn't splatter on his face, and Efron was stunned, feeling a sudden chill in his chest.

"Pfft!"

A longsword pierced through the archangel's wing from behind, striking his heart. The excruciating pain spread from the wound, and the burning sensation between his sternums felt like it was shattering Efron's soul and eroding his brain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

He was as if he were being subjected to a severe burning at the stake, clutching his chest and screaming in agony.

Simon left his longsword behind, withdrew, and returned to mid-air to observe Efron's situation.

Lin An, who was standing to the side, seemed to be deep in thought.

The mystical arts used by Simon seem to be related to "spatial teleportation".

His figure instantly shifted from one place to another, delivering a fatal blow to Efron without warning.

The Lord of Dreams is truly omnipotent.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the strongest medium officially certified by the foundation.

"I don't want to die... If I die, no one will remember that I ever existed..."

Efron cried out in despair and helplessness, kneeling down and opening his gradually blurring eyes.

The hallucinations in his mind remained vivid, illuminating those he had killed, who roared like zombies and surged forth like a tidal wave.

Tears of blood streamed down his face, and his last words of heartfelt sentiment slowly faded from Lin An's ears.

"I want to go back... back to... the orphanage..."

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