World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 206 Corn Wine

The beaver left after Lin An was placed in the center of the sweet potato.

The masked mystic from the Lower East Continent curiously observed the little man in the bottle, but quickly lost interest and turned to each other. The gods held hands and danced in circles, and desire gradually arose.

The man amused himself by pouring wet mud on the woman's head, but she retaliated by grabbing his genitals. The two rolled around together, covered in mud, oblivious to Lin An's indifferent observation.

As I guessed before, this carnival is indeed a "social gathering" for all the pantheons of the Lower East.

Lin An watched the sunlight disappear into the mist, and at that moment, the rainforest of Brasilia became even more vibrant.

Although the sun had set, the brilliance of life and nature reached its climax.

Fruit bats fluttered across the sky, insects began their nocturnal chorus, and then the gods joined in with their own songs.

The rainforest trees cast shadows under the firelight, creating an atmosphere of unknown and profound mystery.

"Clap clap clap, clap clap clap..."

A strange flapping sound came from above. Lin An felt a gaze and turned his head sharply. A blue-green hummingbird was standing on a sweet potato, tilting its head and staring at him with empty eyes.

It's hard to describe its eyes in words. The two raised symbols are divided into four gear-like shapes, the center is a pattern of the sun, moon and stars, the outer layer is a variety of rainforest animals, and the last is a man and a woman surrounded by a python.

Suddenly, the symbols disappeared.

It turns out that the hummingbird's mask reflected the carnival's image, creating the illusion of a totem.

Lin An was unaware of the hummingbird's origins and, out of caution, decided to remain silent.

Unlike the others who left listlessly, the hummingbird hopped forward a little, stepped on the sweet potato stem, and looked up at the little man in the bottle.

“When we stop dancing and music, we drink.”

The hummingbird held a small wine glass shaped like a lilac flower in its beak and waved it in Lin An's direction.

"Let's have a drink together."

Out of courtesy, Lin An accepted the hummingbird's glass, from which flowed a traditional Lower East Coast wine called "Chicha," made from corn and fermented fruit.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of grains, and the golden liquid was thick and intoxicating, topped with a layer of white foam.

Lin An vaguely noticed that the tips of the flowers were stained with a bright red color, which was quite strange.

The little man in the bottle was a pure "Comerth" energy body and could not consume anything from Titan. Just as he was about to politely refuse the hummingbird, a surge of heat flowed down the flower stem and drilled straight into the little man's limbs and bones from his wrist.

The intense, slightly damp energy surged like a tide, and the aroma of overflowing corn juice filled Lin An's mouth, lingering in every strand.

Although he could disconnect the witch at any time, he felt that the energy was not malicious, so he focused his consciousness to observe its flow.

A phantom of an ear of corn appeared, its kernels scattering and merging with the body of the alchemical creation.

The corn perfected his body, making every nerve, blood vessel, organ, viscera, and muscle texture increasingly resemble a living human, incredibly lifelike.

The juice of the corn mingled with the blood, flowing freely; the corn cob and the white hair of the little figure in the bottle merged into one, fluttering in the wind like silk; the corn leaves became the skin, which, compared to its former paleness, finally had a healthy hue, delicate and supple.

After various changes, the little man in the bottle grew from a child into a miniature teenager. Apart from having a strange head of white hair, his face looked more like Lin An himself, almost like a younger version of him.

Because the creation of the miniature figure in the bottle consumes the system's energy, Lin An was relatively cautious with his previous method of feeding it with blood. He would drip two or three drops of his thumb's blood into the gourd cup every day, which resulted in its growth rate being relatively slow.

But that glass of Kicha brought a surge of energy, causing the little man in the bottle to grow by about 25 centimeters, equal to the total amount Lin An had carefully cultivated over the previous two weeks.

As the embryo matured, Lin An gained increasing control over it.

Just like when he controlled the "alchemy golems" before, the closer an alchemical creation is to human form, the more vibrant its life form becomes, and the closer Lin An's connection with them becomes.

The illusory image of corn disappeared, and the flow of energy gradually stabilized. Lin An opened his eyes, his expression complex.

Nezha has rebuilt his lotus body, right?
Are you the Taiyi Corn Real Person from the Lower East Continent?

He pulled himself together and began to think seriously.

Is this hummingbird performing a "natural ritual" by leaving something like a "mark" on others?
Natural rituals are relatively rare, and the mystics Lin An encountered in Dietrich were not highly rated.

Despite having Lei Zige, a source-level nature priest, by his side, Lin An had never fought against him and knew very little about the medium's abilities.

All it knew was that Lei Zi initially kept a "gaze" on it, and then it used that gaze to follow Lin An's experiences.

During this period, if he kills a mysterious being who is hostile to the natives, it will be reflected in Lei Zige, reducing its level of pollution and converting it into radiation value.

They are naturally passive, but they can choose a priest to carry out their will. This priest can be a specific person, or it can be a flood, tornado, earthquake, or volcanic eruption.

So, is Hummingbird's move considered an investment?
Considering his recent actions, Lin An's lips twitched as he thought: Since leaving the St. Anilov Foundation, I have indeed "collected" quite a few entries, and those people are definitely not natives... The native population of the United Kingdom is only about 50 at most, accounting for only 1% of the total population. Many of them live in cultural protection zones in the south and central regions, isolated from the world.

The ghost's fame even reached deep into the rainforests of Brasilia.

"Is it because I am the [Ghost] of Dietrich City?" Lin An asked tentatively.

“Because along the way, you have given me the value I believe in.” The hummingbird’s eyes flickered behind the mask. “You are you, Lin An, you are alive.”

Having said that, it flew into the sky, leaving Lin An completely bewildered.

Touching the spot where the Qicha wine had flowed, he frowned and decided to ask Brother Lei later whether this "mark" of natural ritual was harmful to him.

According to the "banking concept" of Kurupira, the gods of Guarani and the gods of the Lower East are willing to help people, but unlike the gentler gods of the Upper East, the former require a corresponding reward for each act of help.

If those who are helped refuse to pay their dues, they will face the wrath of the gods.

Kurupila was easy to fool; he was going to participate in the carnival anyway, and he just brought Lin An along as a side trip.

But the hummingbird gifted Lin An a large amount of radiation through the kicha wine, gave an ambiguous answer, and then vanished without a trace...

"Lin An, you're here."

A deep male voice rang out, speaking in heavily accented English. Lin An turned around and saw a man wearing an eagle mask greeting him.

This man was two meters tall, with messy black hair, wheat-colored skin, and smooth muscle lines all over his body. His dignified eyes were mixed with warmth.

"Brother Lei?"

The true form of that sky-covering thunderbird was such a majestic and robust man, which suited his personality quite well.

Time was of the essence, so Lin An jumped up from the pile of sweet potatoes, exchanged pleasantries with Thunderbird, and quickly explained the whole story of how Hummingbird had invited him to drink "Kichka wine".

“The person wearing the hummingbird mask…” Thunderbird gripped Lin An’s wrist, examining him with his fierce eyes, “maybe he is the incarnation of the Smoke Mirror.”

"Tescatlipoca?" Lin An recalled a certain character illustration and quickly banished it from his mind.

Smoke Mirror, the most important deity in Aztec mythology, rules over the first sun and possesses supreme divine power.

It is said that He is the manipulator of human destiny, representing the impermanence of the world, as omnipresent and unpredictable as the "night wind".

His face resembled that of a hummingbird, which makes sense.

Lin An had previously thought that there would be no more Aztec mystics in the world, because the bloodline and heritage of this people had been basically severed, and the artifacts were either destroyed or exhibited in Western Asian museums.

The radiation from "Commerx" cannot create mystics out of thin air; the materialization of divine mediums requires the foundation of civilization.

“However, I have never seen the Smoke Mirror. I have heard that He is very close to the Holy Spirit.” Thunderbird released Lin An. “Don’t worry, He has only left a wisp of the aura of ‘Nature Sacrifice’ on you. It is not a real threat.”

"I believe you, Brother Lei."

"It really is a nature ritual," Lin An thought to himself as he spoke.

So, did the hummingbird see the potential of the ghost to wreak havoc in Dietrich?
He smirked. Based on experience, the natural priest could obtain offerings from the chosen one, thereby remotely increasing the radiation value.

This is the only way to explain the hummingbird's behavior.

Thank you to the top donor for the generous donation.

Sensing his barely concealed impatience, the Thunderbird carefully patted Lin An's shoulder, then stretched out its slightly shrunken wings to gather the still rather tiny figure in the bottle closer and place it on its broad back.

The air currents surrounded the two of them, and the Thunderbird carried Lin An into the sky.

“Little Canine Tooth really wants to see you,” he explained in a strong voice. “She started participating in the ritual early on, so she’s far from the crowds and is completing the final stages by the river.”

Suddenly away from the noise of singing and dancing, the surroundings became quiet, and the damp wind blew past my ears.

“Brother Lei, now that things have come to this…” Lin An couldn’t help but break the silence, “In your opinion, I shouldn’t be someone like Yelige, right?”

"Are you willing to witness firsthand the ring of a nation nourished by four quarter-circles? The East gives cunning wisdom, the South gives unyielding resilience, the West gives pure thinking, and the North gives powerful endurance."

The thunderbird's muffled, thunderous voice echoed.

"Therefore you do not need my 'approval'; the path to the Holy Spirit has already been opened to you."

Lin An looked up. Countless stars hung high in the sky, cool and refreshing. He continued speaking.

"Remember everything you've been through and keep going."

(End of this chapter)