World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 210 Genesis 114
"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream, its tone distorted, shattered the silence. Doris coldly watched the energy flow ahead.

A maid's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. Her skin and muscles became deformed, her pupils shrank abnormally, and she gradually descended into madness, rolling around in agony on the ground.

Doris stroked her pale skin covered in gems. Their number had decreased slightly compared to two weeks ago, but remained high. The erosion from the Philosopher's Stone also left her physically and mentally exhausted every day.

"It only absorbed about 2% of the pollution this time?" She gritted her teeth in frustration. "The upper limit of the E-level of the Ghost Stories is too low; it can't even keep up with my growth rate."

If it weren't for that damned ghost haunting Dietrich every day, she wouldn't have resorted to using her own servants as materials.

The maid's screams grew increasingly heart-wrenching. Doris waved her hand, and Hebrew magic suddenly appeared, slicing across the maid's throat. Blood spurted out, and the body fell to the ground with a thud, its eyes wide open in death.

“Perhaps I am destined not to pursue a perfect ‘resurrection’,” she murmured to herself. “It’s time to say goodbye to this city, to say goodbye to this country, and to obtain the freedom I want forever.”

"Miss, miss!"

A series of footsteps followed by the butler's urgent shouts. Doris turned around abruptly and saw the usually elegant butler rushing in without even knocking.

He gripped the doorknob, panting heavily.

"Miss Wood, something terrible has happened!" the butler exclaimed hastily, facing Doris's questioning gaze. "Professor Hughes, whom we locked in the basement—has vanished into thin air!"

"Disappeared into thin air?"

Doris rarely repeated what others said, as if she was struggling to find a connection between the two, and finally couldn't help but scream.

"That's impossible! How could an ordinary person escape under such heavy surveillance!"

“That’s true, Miss.” The butler caught his breath. “The maid who just delivered the meal discovered that Professor Hughes was no longer in her room, and there was no trace of her in the entire basement.”

"Damn it, do you guys have—" Before Doris could finish speaking, a sudden inspiration struck her.

Adria is not a mystic and cannot penetrate the impenetrable walls constructed by modern facilities.

Someone must have kidnapped her!
To prevent being disturbed by remote mysticism, Doris had long ago surrounded the basement with a net of "hidden space," so that only a top-level visionary could bypass her and sneak in unnoticed.

The city of Dietrich only has two source-level sources.

First, there's the man who appeared here for some unknown reason and resembles Joshua; second, there's the "ghost" who bewitched the former and is currently making waves!
Doris recalled their fight that day, during which the ghost held Adria tightly until he was forced to let go.

Sure enough, the two of them have a very close relationship!
Are you a lover?

Doris tugged at a strand of hair; she had looked up all of Adria's background information.

Despite the professor's frequent travels around the world for work, she has never been involved in any scandals, and she often claims in interviews that she deeply loves her husband and would never betray the man named Lin Hainan.

However, Doris had no interest in gossip. She rushed to the basement, where the room, filled with vintage decorations, showed no signs of being broken into, except for the marble statue of the Virgin Mary and the Child, which had been shattered into dust.

In addition, the Hebrew script and five-pointed stars that filled the space were cracked, and the holes were like a bloody mockery. The woman who was imprisoned inside had long since disappeared.

It's most likely the work of the Ghost!
Trying to calm her pounding heart, Doris approached the Canaan magic she had set up.

A faint trace of "Commerx" fluctuations remained at the gap, and the energy trajectory extended all the way away from the Wood family's villa.

Thanks to the butler's timely discovery, it seems that Ghost and Adria haven't gone too far.

Doris was decisive; she left behind the sweating butler and the pale-faced maid, and rushed out of the villa following the scent.

The scenery below flashed by like lightning. On the streets of the wealthy district, a few people walking their dogs were stunned when they saw Doris in the sky.

"Someone is flying!"

Are you sure that was a human?

"That looks like Miss Wood! Holy crap! Could it be that the Wood family's 'human experiments' that the media keeps talking about have actually been successful? Or is that just a conspiracy theory to smear their company?"

"Take a picture quickly! Whether it's Miss Wood or not, this is definitely headline news!"

"Let me post on social media first!"

Now, Doris has stopped bothering to hide her identity.

Previously, in order to maintain the stability of her pollution levels and to avoid being sabotaged by that brat from the Foundation when she was in poor condition, she stayed indoors.

At this moment, the most crucial offering has been stolen by the ghost. Doris can no longer care about the Foundation or the level of pollution. Her only goal is to catch up with the ghost and bring back Adria!

At the same time, an idea flashed through Doris's mind.

First of all, the [ghost] cannot simply be a "dreamer".

Although this medium comes and goes like the wind, it has little lethality and can be described as an "escape" type of life-saving medium.

There are only two possibilities: either a "Dream Master" born with many different abilities, or a "Seeker of Knowledge" who progresses through learning.

Upon further reflection, Doris realized that the ghost had used many mystical arts, but lacked the unified color and aura of the "Lord of Dreams," and she came to a conclusion.

Who would have thought that this ghost wandering the city of Dietrich was actually a seeker of knowledge...

A generally weak and auxiliary medium. In this way, everything makes sense.

It turns out that the Ghost didn't immediately try to rescue Adria because he hadn't yet included the "Dreamer" entry. Doris thought bitterly, "Ghost, you've really taken the Seekers to a whole new level!"
The afternoon sun shone on the river in Dietrich, making it shimmer with a golden glow.

Doris swept her gaze across the bustling city.

Amidst rows of skyscrapers adorned with discount and promotional tags, a beautiful, historic building imbued with religious significance stands out.

The iconic building of Dietrich, the Tower of New Babylon.

Through the sun's iridescent light, the Latin letters at the top clearly read:

Novus ordo seclorum (New Age).

"when--"

The city hall bells rang, echoing across the turbulent city's edge. Doris stared at the rising New Tower of Babylon, a deep blue light gathering in her palm and flowing surging through her.

The ghost's trail disappeared into the building.

She pointed forward, and a pentagram appeared. Energy from "Commes" illuminated half the clouds in the sky. An angel holding a longsword came to carry out the order and charged toward the New Tower of Babylon.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like lightning, shook the heavens and the earth, as if a monster were howling. Destruction followed the merciless sword as it struck the weathered walls of the New Tower of Babylon.

Sand and stones flew, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Within seconds, a corner of the iconic building in Dietrich was blown off.

Thick black smoke, like blood, rose rapidly from its wound, filling the sky with the smell of smoke. The paint peeled off, revealing the old red bricks inside, and a group of tourists still visiting the tourist attraction.

Suddenly bombarded, their terrified screams soared into the sky, and they scattered in all directions like madmen.

The angels, standing on pentagrams, showed no mercy. With a swift movement of their swords, a ghostly blue light spread as they hacked buildings to pieces, completely disregarding whether anyone stood in their way.

Limbs, blood, and bone fragments rained down like a storm, mingling with the cries of the people.

It was as despairing as the description of the actual Tower of Babel's collapse in the Old Testament.

It's not just natural disasters and man-made calamities, but a persistent shadow of death from another planet. Doris, who wields the power of "Comers," is nothing less than an angry god to ordinary people.

During their escape, several people jumped out of the windows, either because they had nowhere else to go or because they were pushed off by those behind them.

"Boom!"

They fell to the ground, smashing into a bloody mess, causing even more panic that instantly filled the streets, spreading from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

"Ghost, aren't you coming out yet?"

Doris watched the tragedy unfold indifferently, as if watching a play performed by strangers. Just as she was about to continue manipulating her magic, a strong killing intent suddenly surged from below.

A flame erupted from the staff, darting about and hurtling towards the reckless Doris.

"Brush it!"

The deep blue and the blazing heat collided, and she groaned as she was sent flying dozens of meters away by the fierce attack.

The angels standing on the pentagram in the distance stopped abruptly, remained in place, and then disappeared shortly afterward.

Nevertheless, the towering tower collapsed completely, the gates of God crumbled, and the seeds of the chaotic "Babel" were sown.

Golden blood seeped from Doris's arm, instantly blending into the color of her god-like skin.

She covered her wound and looked at the handsome man in front of her.

“It’s you again,” Joshua said coldly.

"Hehe, we meet again, lost lamb. I guess you've lost all your past memories, right?"

Doris let out a chilling laugh, remaining completely composed.

"Before you take action, I just want to say a few words to you."

Joshua frowned. The short-haired woman gave him an unusual sense of familiarity, whether it was her energy structure or her voice and way of speaking.

While he hesitated, Doris spoke confidently in fluent Hebrew.

“You have been terribly deceived, Uncle Jordan Benowitz, my dear friend.”

"Why can I understand the meaning of this language even though I've never heard it before?" Joshua murmured to himself in confusion, "It's more familiar than English..."

Doris continued speaking in a seductive tone.

"Lamay, Enoch, Zion, Iceloy, and your own brother Avil Benowitz, the foundation president who goes by the pseudonym Jericho... Don't you remember any of them, 'Joshua'?"

(End of this chapter)