World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 219 April 1st

"Knock knock knock."

A woman in her forties knocked on the door of the museum staff lounge. She had a refined and gentle demeanor, wore thick black-rimmed glasses, had her long golden-brown hair piled high, and was dressed in a jumpsuit.

If anyone from the foundation were here, they would recognize her as Siglo Pedersen, the research director.

"President, I'm coming in."

There was no response for a long time, so Siglo pushed the door open and entered. The room, which was less than ten square meters, contained only two sofas and a coffee table. The blond boy was hiding on the armrest furthest from the door, watching her nervously.

Siglo was a little puzzled, but dared not say anything. She placed the stack of documents she was holding and an ultralight laptop on the coffee table and reported meticulously.

“I have already replied to the foundation’s email for you and submitted your resignation application to John Arthur Williams. Mr. Alberg, it’s time to make the final preparations.”

The boy looked at her warily, and Siglo frowned.

"Please don't forget, on Wednesday, April 1st, 2038, Your Excellency allowed us to formally reclaim the seven major relics and sixteen minor relics that the Heritage Foundation placed in Dietrich City..."

Her voice trailed off until she fell silent.

Silence filled the narrow space. Rocky nervously licked his lips and, unable to contain himself any longer, asked.

"who are you?"

"Oh?"

Siglo did not answer immediately. She tentatively took a step toward Rocky, who curled up even more.

“Your name is Rocky Alberg,” she replied, giving the exact opposite answer.

"Loki...?"

The boy bit his thumb, his once playful face now filled with confusion.

"So my name is Rocky, but why don't I remember? I'm still so young, I should have a mom and dad! Auntie, where are my parents?"

Siglo's silence lasted even longer this time. Then she stretched out her hand, and Old Scandinavian characters flew everywhere. Rocky stared at them in amazement, as excited as a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

“I understand what happened.” Siglo withdrew her energy, a strange smile appearing on her stern lips. “That person destroyed your original body, causing you to lose your memory. Otherwise, you would normally despise these ‘oaths of loyalty and mercy’.”

"Really?" Rocky saw the familiar characters and took a small step forward, supporting himself with his hands. "Does this mean someone has a grudge against me? Auntie, you seem to know me quite well. Can you avenge me?"

Siglo looked down at the boy's fair and handsome face. After a while, she suddenly threw out a rope, wrapped it around Rocky's neck, roughly pulled him to her side, then reached out and grabbed his throat, lifting him into the air.

"Um-"

The boy struggled desperately, kicking his legs, but to no avail.

"Very good, the divine power has also been lost, and the radiation level has decreased by about 10%." Siglo said with a faint smile, "Unfortunately, your personality is still so awful, so hopelessly annoying."

"Why are you bullying me! When my parents come, believe me, I'll have them deal with you!" Rocky's eyes first showed fear, then he threatened angrily, "Let me go right now, you old woman! Someone help me!"

“What an incurable scoundrel.” Siglo sneered. “Friday’s intelligence was indeed correct. As long as you are allowed to enter that special clock tower to explore, given your personality, you will definitely anger that being and then lose your memory forever.”

"Ah! You want to harm me too!" Rocky shouted.

"I never expected you to fall into the control of us Lawful Ones in this way, God of Mischief."

Siglo put Rocky down, clutching his throat where he was nearly suffocating, and coughed desperately.

"Cough cough, what do you want to do, you old woman!"

Upon hearing this derogatory term, Siglo slapped Rocky without hesitation, sending him flying backward and crashing his back against the wall, his bones cracking as they broke.

He slid down and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes suddenly cleared, and he stared in horror at the woman with her hair up.

"Loki, don't worry, we'll only beat you up when you make a mistake," Siglo said earnestly, rubbing his fist.

The boy, clutching his aching wound, was surprised to find his broken ribs and shattered internal organs slowly healing.

Even so, he didn't want to be slapped by her again.

"you?"

“After you return to the Western Continent, there will be 3 Origin-level and 15 Myth-level experts ready to line up and ‘educate’ you.” Siglo didn’t care about his feelings at all. “Until you die, or completely repent.”

Rocky's vision went black, which meant that there were still eighteen people like Siegfried waiting to slap him.

What heinous crime did he commit?!

“But I have no memory of it at all, how can I repent?” Rocky asked, trembling.

“Heh.” Siglo let out a meaningful laugh. “Treating it as a wonderful play is what you love and excel at, isn’t it? It’s just that this time, you’re the only actor.”

Rocky couldn't help but gape. Did this mean he was basically doomed?
Moreover, he was beaten to death by a group of people...

"Thanks to the uncrowned queen of [Black City], we finally have a way to punish you." Siglo grabbed Loki's arm and dragged him out of the staff lounge. "It's already April 1st, it's time to end this long and boring mission."

Rocky wanted to push her away, but his slender arms were completely powerless.

The University of Ann Arbor's museum had long since turned off its lights, and darkness enveloped the exhibition halls, much like his life from that moment on.

…………

Lin Anmeng had seen this place countless times. But each time, he stood on the edge of a chaotic image, observing the blurry scene before him like a bystander.

For some reason, he knew that this place must have an extraordinary significance for him. Although he couldn't say exactly when he had personally participated in it, this scene vaguely evoked a distant memory, half true and half false.

The sacrificial scene reappeared, and Lin Jing silently watched the orderly figures walking towards her; they were clearer than when she last saw them.

The pale moonlight overhead, its hazy glow, transformed into a nebula spewing forth strange luster.

It is dancing in a flowing manner, changing position almost every moment, exceeding the limits of human perception, carrying an ethereal and buzzing sound from beyond the universe.

The nebula continued to rotate, and waves of indescribable beams of light shone on the earth, causing calm waters to boil and delicate reeds to sway wildly.

Suddenly, under the sky where something was about to be born, illusory figures began to move.

They held candles of different colors in their hands, each color subtly illuminating the features of their faces.

The person holding the white and black candles wore a mask with strange patterns outlining the human face.

The person holding the pink candle raised a scepter, with countless birds circling behind their head.

The person holding the red candle spreads bat-like wings and has large horns like those of a argali sheep on their head.

The person holding the brown candle was dressed in a long blue robe, with strange beasts, resembling dragons and snakes, encircling his shoulders.

The person holding the yellow candle wore a headdress adorned with feathers and held a curved knife as a weapon in the other hand.

There were two people holding blue candles, one of whom shone like the sun, and the other was as elegant as the moon.

The person holding the purple candle resembles a tree, with plants covering their entire body like moss.

The person holding the golden candle held an open, heavy scripture book, with the faint outline of a six-pointed star appearing and disappearing.

The person holding the brown candle has many hands, and their nimble fingers make different gestures.

The person holding the brown candle was almost completely naked, with a crown of olive leaves around his head.

Among them, Lin An heard two voices that felt strangely familiar to him, the first friendly and the second irritating, coming from two figures holding green and silver candles respectively, as if they wanted to communicate with him.

But he couldn't understand, so he could only watch.

The sacrificial ceremony continued perfectly, but the ending came to mind, and Lin An knew they had failed.

The next moment, candlelight rose, and strange songs descended from the endless, boundless nebulae in the sky. The melody was like an ethereal dream, and the deep door was pushed open.

The ethereal chord playing is filled with the ups and downs of the universe and celestial bodies.

The ethereal singing gradually faded away until it stopped, the nebula dissipated, and then the entire sky was torn apart by a powerful beam of light.

Its color does not belong to the spectrum of this planet, yet it radiates across the entire earth with unusual intensity.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began.

When Lin An saw those figures holding candles again, they were all lying on the ground, lifeless.

The rains increased, first flooding the basin, then the plains, and finally the waves swallowed the mountains. The floods raged, life perished, and the whole world turned gray, silent, and devoid of anything but death and nothingness.

In that instant, a solitary figure stepped out.

He had a perfect physique, long, snow-white hair, and deep, unfathomable eyes with a capricious gleam. His demeanor was indifferent, and he was almost expressionless.

He turned a blind eye to the global disaster and took out his notebook.

"Failed? It seems I need to focus on researching the technologies specific to this planet..."

As he was speaking, he seemed to notice something and turned his head.

This face is very similar to Lin An's, but his eyes are deep and his ethereal and unreal light changes with each breath, sometimes shining brightly and sometimes dark and gloomy.

Everything around was empty and hazy, the illusion shattered into an ancient yet extremely real dream.

Lin An woke up.

Before he even opened his eyes, he felt an incredibly warm breath enveloping his body, coming from a name that should have been the most reassuring.

"Mother……"

"Ah, my peace."

Hearing her noble and moving call, Lin An raised his head in a daze, only to meet a pair of beautiful opal-like eyes, belonging to the woman who haunted his dreams, Adria Hughes.

She was holding Lin An in her arms, in the same pose as Michelangelo's Pietà marble statue, with his head resting on her chest and his body nestled against her knees.

Curly black hair fell around Lin An's neck, and a rich perfume scent wafted through the air.

In the distance, the city hall's early morning bells rang out, solemnly echoing through the gloomy city of Dietrich, heralding the arrival of a new day.

"when--"

The sound echoed muffledly in the New Tower of Babylon.

"Today is April 1st," Adria said gracefully. "Happy Easter, my dear."

(End of this chapter)