World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 131 Returning to Two Years Ago

Just as the inspection team lost their fear and began to test the waters, Lin An contacted Brother Lu and Sister Shu.

Facing three opponents at the same time, Lin An is finding it difficult to cope.

Although the two native deities certainly wouldn't stand idly by, what would Simon do after they saved Lin An?

Lin An didn't want this adventure to end with the captain unfortunately becoming a level 5 disabled person.

This is not Forrest Gump!
A possibility flashed through his mind, but since the beaver was still listening, Lin An dared not think about it too deeply. While dealing with the inspection team, he had the system display Chinese information so that the moose could be captured.

"Brother Lu, I hope you can let me go back to the past as far back as possible."

"Ok?"

"There are some questions and ideas that have been bothering me for a long time... I have to verify them, otherwise I'll keep overthinking and won't get any answers, and one day I'll go crazy!"

“Great Holy Spirit, I do not wish to see you suffer, Lin An.”

The mist spread around Lin An's feet, slowly enveloping his body, while the wind continued to blow gently.

"I must state beforehand that my mystical arts also have limitations; at most, I can only rewind to the day my past self awakened, which is November 5, 2036."

"OK! Let's choose this day!"

It's been too long; Lin An is afraid that his old acquaintances from St. Anilov haven't even started working there yet.

When the white fog dissipated, just like when he last came to the Xunlang tribe, Lin An found himself standing in the restroom of a coffee shop.

The moose was likely chosen to avoid causing a disturbance.

Sister Mouse, are you there?
Many thoughts about beavers flashed through Lin An's mind. He listened intently for a long time, but the other party did not respond.

It seems it couldn't track down the moose's illusion.

With a long sigh of relief, Lin An finally let go of his thoughts.

Regardless of whether this "experiment" succeeds or not, at least he can escape Beaver's omnipresent and outrageous mind monitoring.

Lin An muttered a few more words to himself, and a moose-like, ethereal voice drifted over.

"Notify me when your meditation is over."

Having learned about the two local deities, Lin An fell into thought.

As Moose said, the "God of Truth" cannot change history. What happens in the fragments of time cannot be projected into the real world. Lin An's actions are just like a dream, unable to affect the original timeline in the slightest.

In other words, all the radiation and pollution he added, the items he obtained, and the heavenly dew he refined would all disappear simultaneously when the moose's mystical magic wore off.

However, once they left the illusion, the reality was quite different.

So, what is the current situation of this Guy Agnimo deacon?
If Guy is still alive, does that mean Lin An could use the "God of Truth" to go back to the past, collect a large number of entries in the "illusion" of time fragments, and not affect the living people in reality in the slightest?
If he dies...

Or perhaps, Guy's existence was erased from that moment...

Due to a series of butterfly effects, the aristocratic family will likely find a replacement to serve as Nazhechin's steward.

Based on the hesitant responses of the three deacons, Lin An felt that the first guess was more plausible: Guy had recently died, and the aristocratic family had not yet found a replacement for him.

During his last time travel, Lin An only wanted to get out of the car to take a look at the undercarriage before he was taken directly to the Xunlang tribe by a moose to complete four sacrificial rites, leaving him with nothing but his clothes.

Lin An came prepared, carrying not only a cell phone but also a pistol provided by the foundation.

As he reached into his pocket, Lin An's expression became somewhat subtle.

The cell phone is gone, but the pistol is still here.

By the way, the moose claims that when it rewinds time, it also rewinds the state of everything, and Lin An is the only exception; machines don't have this special treatment.

His phone is a brand new product that was just released at the end of 2037, and it hasn't been fully assembled yet at this point in time.

Oh no, I should have brought my Nokia.

Lin An then turned his attention to the powerful pistol. As the saying goes, if my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary...

However, he quickly abandoned the idea of ​​buying it for free.

If his actions could be mapped onto the real timeline, what if he accidentally killed an ordinary person in the process? Moreover, with the moose watching him from the shadows, it would be impossible for it to approve of such "wasichous" behavior.

Strolling through the town streets, Lin An admired the scenery along the way.

The transition from the Foundation's dark and chaotic riots to a peaceful and tranquil border town gave him a sense of unreality and disorientation.

San Francisco is one of the cultural, entertainment, and commercial centers of the United States, and at the end of the city's railway line, this small town nestled on the coast is surprisingly peaceful.

The town's architecture retains the unpretentious style of Califonia, more retro and with a strong colonial-era feel compared to the city center.

The tour guide leading the tour group brushed past him, speaking into a loudspeaker about the town's history.

“As early as the 19th century, this neighborhood was filled with shops, pubs, hotels and hardware stores. In modern times, these places have been modernized, and more gift shops, museums and cafes have replaced the functions of the old era, becoming new favorites everywhere.”

Lu Zige woke up on a Sunday. In the town's central square, a free market organized by the townspeople was in full swing. Lin An plunged into it with great interest. About two hours later, he left the market, his pistol replaced by an old cell phone and $223.5 in cash.

The foundation's pistol was definitely worth more than that. The buyer was an elderly man who stared at Lin An for a long time with his cataract-prone eyes, and then offered a price without hesitation, as if afraid that Lin An would go to someone else.

Lin An ate fish and chips he bought at the flea market, holding his old phone with only one bar of battery left in one hand, and checked the distance between the town and the foundation's headquarters.

The orbit of "Comers" has not yet approached, and that place is not yet a hidden secret fortress. The icon shown on Google Maps is even a funny "spa center".

For St. Anilov, this must be an indelible dark chapter in his history.

The ride-hailing car arrived late, but Lin An didn't mind. Since there was no time limit for the retrospective, he could just go back to the market and buy another "Blue Angel" ice cream.

Sitting in the car he hadn't seen in a long time, Lin An felt a little out of place.

The rear seat space is so cramped, a stark contrast to the spacious seats in a motorhome.

Having finally found a comfortable position, he watched the scenery outside the window recede into the distance, the town of San Francisco gradually being replaced by the azure sky and sea. Just as he was about to rest for a while, he suddenly sprang up again, his fingers flying across his old phone as he typed in a website address.

A black background page appeared on the cracked screen, with intricate and gorgeous white patterns visible through the fragments.

The skull with a rose in its eye, the six-pointed star, and the devil's sheep are presented in electronic form. Ravens and doves are two common UI elements, and an ancient Norse inscription is engraved in the center of the interface.

"The World Tree Yggdrasill".

Lin An still remembers the wonderful memories of running the forum two years ago. At that time, there weren't many users on the registration page, making it a very niche gathering place for occult enthusiasts.

His life was very boring at the time, so he spent a lot of time on it.

Seeing the deserted World Tree Forum homepage again, Lin An felt a sense of familiarity, unlike now, when every time he opened it, he was bombarded with all sorts of eye-catching headlines, and a bunch of users with a lot of hostility attacking each other, reporting each other, and getting their accounts banned.

Lin An randomly selected a section and posted a message.

Ranger_12: Fellow occult enthusiasts, have you ever wondered what it would be like if all myths, legends, and folklore came true one day?

Ranger_12: What would happen if one day everyone on Titan possessed some kind of power that couldn't be explained by science, and these powers corresponded to ancient legends?
Ranger_12: Have you ever fantasized that mysticism is actually real, or that it actually had a real effect at some point in history?

DaoFaZiRan: No, no, no, the more you delve into ancient stories, the more you discover that supernatural phenomena around the world can be explained using scientific methods.

DaoFaZiRan: Besides, Titan doesn't possess any incomprehensible mysterious forces.

Fogлес: It's just a hypothetical situation, so it's harmless.

Fogлес: As far as I'm concerned, when the day the poster mentioned actually comes, I only hope to use mysterious forces to build a new social system, at least to prevent some fools from killing each other and destroying the entire planet.

Perhaps we should use these powers to do some good for others.

For example, healing, resurrection, and... well, it would also throw the world into chaos. For instance, how do we decide who should die and who should live?

Heviaaaa: Wow, you're having a pretty serious discussion!
Heviaaaa: OP, your question is quite interesting, it sounds like you've traveled back from two years in the future.

Ranger_12: Oh my god, how did you know my real name is John Tito?

Heviaaaa: Of course, it's because I am the Ultimate Lucky One, Maria-sama DA☆ZA
CreazionediAdamo: If mysticism comes true, I will climb the sacred path of knowledge until I reach the golden cloud where there is no concept of life or death. The survival of the Titans is not my concern.

DaoFaZiRan: The comment above is a bit too radical. We should still care about humanity, after all, we are all human!

CreazionediAdamo: The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only thing that is real is that which will never change, while Heraclitus said that everything will change.

CreazionediAdamo: If you combine their two viewpoints, you get this result: Nothing on Titan is real.

CreazionediAdamo: So I ask for nothing but heaven.

Heviaaaa: Wow, your chuunibyou is even worse than mine! Hurry up and change your username to dio!
Only when the ground beneath our feet exists can the heaven above our heads be called heaven.

Fogлес: This is just a hypothesis, there's no need to take it seriously, and even less need to argue. World Tree Forum is simply a place to discuss mysticism and supernatural phenomena.

DaoFaZiRan: That's right, harmony is paramount. For example, if someone in the next thread wants to burn salamanders, I'll go and give them a lesson on science and debunking superstition.

Fogлес: Where? DM me the link.

Lin An scrolled through the replies from long-time users, a knowing smile creeping onto his lips, before reluctantly turning off his phone.

Because the GPS of the ride-hailing vehicle showed that the headquarters of the St. Anilov Foundation was almost in sight.

In the distance, a circular dam surrounds a clear artificial lake, and in the tranquil azure center, a highly advanced building, imbued with a spiritual atmosphere, rises from the ground.

These two completely different qualities do not conflict; on the contrary, they give the tree of life of metal a unique charm.

"Woo——"

The ride-hailing car was stopped in front of the facility's gate, and a security guard knocked on Lin An's window until he lowered it.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

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