World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 2 I Became a Containment Object
"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

The sharp sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, blue and red lights flashed incessantly, and figures with guns filed down the road, their loud voices carried on the wind to Lin An's ears.

"Those inside, raise your hands and don't move!"

He looked at the grotesque corpse, then at his blood-stained hands, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If those police officers had arrived a few minutes earlier, he wouldn't have been in danger!
They arrived just after he killed the dwarf demon!
The sound of sirens still lingered outside the alley. Lin An looked around and saw black metal walls all around him. The alley was next to a large, bankrupt supermarket, and behind the walls were storage rooms.

The door to enter and exit has been welded shut, and the patches are rusted and reddish, indicating that the door has not been used for a long time.

Wait, the door—!
"System, can the [Little Helper] prevent the police from finding me?"

"Consume 'God of Agriculture' x1 medium for use?"

"use!"

The sirens grew louder and closer, and with nowhere to run, Lin An, like Harry Potter rushing towards Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, charged toward the closed iron gates.

"Ping!"

The expected excruciating pain did not come. The hard door panel was like a transparent water curtain, with no material obstruction, allowing Lin An to pass through freely.

The light flickered, and he came to the other side of the wall.

It seems that the "Little Helper" can open any "door," regardless of its state.

Suddenly possessing a superpower system, Lin An felt somewhat disoriented and confused, but his immediate priority was to quickly return to the safest place in all of Dietrich—his apartment.

The sirens faded into the distance, leaving only a few scattered screams.

"Stop thief! Stop thief!"

"Hands up! I'll only count to three! Three—"

"Ping——!"

As the gunshot rang out, the tense sirens subsided.

The group of police officers were not there for Lin An; they had simply received a call for help regarding a robbery.

I was so scared...

Wasting a medium from the "God of Agriculture" resulted in a false alarm.

Although he didn't know what the medium did, Lin An felt that they were similar to different kinds of "energy," and that consuming them would allow him to unleash superpowers.

The storage room was pitch black. Just as Lin An was about to look for the exit, he suddenly heard a strange noise very close by.

"Zizzi...zizizi..."

It resembles the frequency of an electrical malfunction.

But this was not what Lin An cared about. The alley was clearly empty, and there were no footsteps approaching, yet a strange sound appeared out of nowhere.

The next moment, more voices appeared one after another from the wall next to him.

The flapping of birds' wings, the dripping of water droplets, the crackling of flames...

There are four sounds in total.

Then someone spoke.

"Unexpectedly, when we caught up with this out-of-control mysterious creature again, he had already become a corpse and could no longer be 'controlled'."

control?

The specific words reminded Lin An of a certain unspeakable organization that, in popular lore, was specifically tasked with guarding dangerous supernatural entities and imprisoning them in special prisons.

Could the dwarf demon be a "dangerous element" that has been imprisoned?
Lin An held his breath, his whole body stiff, afraid of being discovered by this group of people whose allegiance was unclear.

“This way, we can save on the need for a ‘level 3 control’ isolation room,” a female voice said. “Once the contamination level exceeds 60%, these mysterious beings lose their human sanity.”

"Isn't headquarters researching ways to reduce pollution?"

“Even if they regain their senses, some mystics may not be willing to become companions…” the female voice muttered.

It sounds like the level of pollution is similar to sanity; if it's all gone, you'll lose your mind.

Regardless of whether the information discussed was true or not, Lin An was certain that this group was the organization responsible for guarding and detaining "mysterious people" like him. He slowed his breathing and became increasingly cautious.

The last person spoke.

"After examination, the cause of death of the 'Dwarf Demon' was determined to be the shattering of his soul."

Around when did he die?

"Judging from the degree of rigor mortis, the dwarf demon died no more than one hour ago."

"Can you find any trace of the murderer?" a clear female voice asked.

Lin An's pupils constricted.

Fortunately, the coroner said regretfully, "No. First, the killer's rating is probably far higher than mine, so we can't get any information; second, that person's traces have disappeared, so he either has the ability to fly or knows how to teleport."

Lin An's heart, which had been in his throat, slowly calmed down. It turned out that the "little helper" had not only opened the door for him, but also cleared away the evidence at the scene to prevent the "police from coming."

The prototype of the dwarf demon is Rutin, a fairy who helps people fulfill their wishes and share their troubles and chores. They are always exceptionally considerate in unexpected ways.

"Leaving is a good thing. No one can guarantee surviving from the hands of a soul-crushing mystic, especially when unprepared."

The initial male voice said, "Based on the scene, this person's control level is probably above Beta. Such mystics are incredibly talented, possessing a strong capacity for acceptance and understanding of 'that world,' and can cast mystical spells extremely quickly with very few steps, yet with outstanding results."

"Although the study of the mysterious is still in its early stages, hundreds of cases across the country have shown that there is a clear hierarchy among the 'mysterious people.' Some people can only become stronger, while others can turn stones into gold, or even move mountains and fill seas."

"That's terrifying. We should be glad we just missed this horrifying mystery."

“Why are you so sure he’s a ‘liberal’? Maybe he could join us and become a member of the ‘old order maintainers’,” a clear female voice said. “St. Anilov is in dire need of a control squad.”

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Many mystics awaken knowing nothing about 'that world' or St. Anilov. Without proper guidance, they recklessly use energy until the corruption is irreversible."

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” the coroner said. “Based on past experience, the awakening of a mysterious ‘category’ is inextricably linked to the user’s personality and experience. The four of us, as well as hundreds of cases in St. Anilov, have all confirmed this.”

"Humans cannot awaken the mysteries 'beyond cognition,' and these mysteries are closely related to species and bloodlines. For example, people from the Eagle Nation can only awaken the mysteries of the Eagle Nation."

"Considering that awakened archetypes and abilities must 'conform to personality and behavioral logic'."

The coroner paused for a moment, then said.

"This person who uses cruel soul magic is probably no good. Such a person is not accepted by civilized society. I am more inclined to believe that he is obsessed with 'that world'—the second Beta-level controller to be added to the wanted list."

"We can only pray that he hasn't colluded with the Witch of Bavomet, otherwise..."

"The corpses, ravaged by the witch's followers, are unrecognizable, mangled, and cannot be preserved intact," the first male voice said. "I believe he has not yet come into contact with the witch."

The four of them were silent for a while.

"Do you think this is the first time he's used a mystical spell?" A clear female voice broke the silence.

"It was just the first one we encountered. I guess he accidentally ran into the police from next door while committing the crime, and left in a hurry without having time to deal with the scene."

"Thanks to Our Lady, we have learned that there is such an extremely dangerous and mysterious person in Dietrich."

Lin An, who was next door, was dumbfounded.

Is this the English version of "This child is so terrifying, he must not be allowed to live"?
After the four finished their discussion, their assessment of Lin An was: "The one who uses the soul secret technique is a vicious and ruthless social outcast. He is unusable. If you encounter him, you should immediately control him or kill him."

Oh no, I've become a containment object!
The poor Hittites were so cruelly vilified.

Although the Complete Book of Magic I records the Hittites' ignorant and foolish beliefs, Lin An is unable to fully define their "goodness" or "evil" in light of their cultural background.

The history of the Hittites can be traced back to the ancient Mesopotamian era, and they were a dynastic civilization in the region where Upper West and Middle East met.

They once worshipped the same god as the Canaanites. However, the book "Dividing the Gods" mentions that the Hittites, through the performance of rituals, caused the authority of this god to split, creating two independent tribes and drawing a line between themselves and the Canaanites.

Unlike the Canaanite magic that is filled with brilliance, glory, and the "journey to the land of honey," the Hittites' beliefs were based on "dankui daganzipa," meaning "dark land," referring to the underworld, or simply the "underworld."

The split-off deity, known as the "Sun Goddess," plays the role of transporting the dead to the underworld.

Therefore, Hittite rituals are often related to the soul, whether it be death or rebirth.

Not knowing why the mysterious archetype was related to good or bad personality, Lin An completely gave up the idea of ​​contacting the group and stood motionless in place.

After cleaning up the scene, the group of four left.

After repeatedly confirming that they were far away, the taut string in Lin An's mind snapped, and he collapsed to the ground, his body going limp.

He stretched his stiff arms and glanced at the time on his phone.

2037年12月6号，星期五下午11:28。

From the moment he stepped into the alley until the group of four left, he wasted a full two and a half hours.

I should have chosen the 18-minute route.

After a long period of intense concentration, Lin An was too exhausted to even move a finger. All around him was silent; the never-ending hustle and bustle of Dietrich was about to seep into the underground level.

Taking this opportunity, he called out with his mind.

"System, system!"

"I'm here."

A cold mechanical sound rang out.

If it weren't for the system being so powerful, Lin An would either have died at the hands of the dwarf demon or been "controlled" by the ill-intentioned four-person group.

It claims to be a "mysterious encyclopedia"?
If I remember correctly, the system currently has two entries stored: one is "The Complete Book of Magic I" which he has read, and the other is "Taming the Fairy IV" which he obtained after killing the dwarf demon.

Lin An had a premonition.

The system is not a simple and crude "golden finger"; it is closely related to the sudden supernatural phenomena, the "mysterious person" mentioned by the group of four, and himself.

“Brother Tongzi…” Lin An took a deep breath, “Could you give a simple explanation of what this so-called ‘mystery’ actually is?”

(End of this chapter)