World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 239 Rainforest Survival Rules
Everyone was stunned when they heard the elder's words.

Lin An frowned, and was about to say something when the latter narrowed his sharp eyes and changed his mind.

"No, I must have been mistaken. Strange, you don't look like him at all. I don't know why I suddenly thought of that taciturn butcher."

Towards the end, the old woman spoke in a soft voice, and Lin An could barely catch a few words.

"If the lumberjack were still alive, he'd be at least a nearly fifty-year-old guy like me..."

“Yes, Grandmother, you scared me to death.” Misuru breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and introduced to her, “This is our ancestral spirit.”

"This kid claims to be your ancestor?"

“I saw him cross the Kalenga Line with my own eyes; he is an ancestral spirit who possesses the Great Vajra.”

The elder stroked his chin with interest, then suddenly spoke in fluent French with an accent: "Young man, what is your name?"

Lin An was taken aback, but answered methodically.

"Ragil Tulver".

Considering the pursuit by the aristocratic families led by Adria, he used this pseudonym that combined his online ID with his real name.

“I apologize for my rudeness just now, Mr. Tulford.” The old woman approached, supported by two young girls. “My name is Flammy Lion, or you may call me by my Western name, Emilia.”

The old woman's demeanor exuded an indescribable air of nobility, as if the buzzing insects surrounding her were not rainforest mosquitoes, but butterflies from a rose garden.

French, Western names, biological knowledge, and an appearance that is different from other rainforest tribes all demonstrate the uniqueness of the spotted lion tribe.

Perhaps they fled here from somewhere else to seek refuge?
What happened in the past?
Why would an elderly woman, who appears to have received higher education, move her entire clan to a sparsely populated rainforest?
She referred to the lumberjacks as "butchers"—implying that her people had been hunted down by this mysterious figure.

Then why did you call me a lumberjack as soon as we met?
Fair skin, black hair and black eyes...

Lin An's mind was racing, but on the surface he politely nodded to her, showing no embarrassment at being exposed for lying about his seniority, and responded with French honorifics.

"I prefer to call you Ms. Formami."

The two stared at each other for a moment, and Lin An took the opportunity to activate the tree diagram. The spider web-like branches unfolded, indicating that the old woman was not a mysterious person, but an ordinary person who had not yet awakened.

However, after experiencing Adria's conspiracy, Lin An dared not completely trust the investigation results.

After all, the uncrowned queen of the "Black City" was actually just an ordinary person in the tree diagram scan.

Out of caution, Lin An used the Devil's Dice to test whether he had been misled by the "prophet," and the result was negative.

Having no other choice, he had to temporarily attribute the old woman's hidden secret to some worldly struggles.

After all, the Southern Continent was rife with chaos.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tulf, I don't have a Great Vajra, just an old man who knows a lot of things." The Grand Elder smiled as if he had noticed something. "If I had become an 'Ancestral Spirit,' the Lion wouldn't be in such a sorry state—what smells so good?"

"It smells like roasted mutton," a young girl supporting the old woman said.

"Where does the meat come from?" another girl asked.

The flickering campfire illuminated two beautiful and graceful young women. Their eyes were as bright as those of a melancholy oryx, and their limbs were as long and slender as those of a nimble blue gazelle.

The difference was that one had a solemn expression, while the other looked languid, as if she had just been woken up from bed.

To Lin An's surprise, the tree diagram showed that the dignified girl was the "Goddess of Agriculture," while the girl with hazy eyes had the tendency to be a "prophet."

Their branch of prophets has at least reached the legendary level, and there is a hint of potential to develop into a mythical level.

The situation is exactly the same as that of Misuru.

However, apart from the three of them, the entire Lion Tribe consisted of ordinary people.

Hearing the girl's words, Misuru patted his chest: "This is a gift from the ancestral spirit! He conjured up so much food with just one bone."

"so amazing……"

The two girls couldn't help but glance frequently at the roasted mutton on the fire, but they dared not approach and take any without the elder's permission.

“Alas, food is truly the most important thing for people,” the elder sighed, then said to Lin An in French, “Mr. Tulf, I am powerless to resist your arrangements, and I cannot even leave this chair. Even if I know there is a problem, there is nothing I can do.”

"Are you paralyzed?" Lin An glanced at her withered legs, the shriveled muscles contrasting sharply with her robust upper body.

"I can't even walk anymore."

After a moment's thought, Lin An turned the Philosopher's Stone, and the blue and red planets of the small world pulsed and rippled, with power from another planet surrounding the Grand Elder's entire body.

The ominous red flashed and disappeared, its ripples immediately turning green and seeping into her legs.

"Oh?"

A tingling sensation shot from her knees to the elder's fingertips, and an electric-like itching feeling made her scalp tingle, instantly restoring sensation to her stagnant nerves.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the elder, who had been unable to stand or walk for a time, disregarded the girl's support and jumped down from his seat, feeling a mixture of joy and surprise as he regained sensation in his legs.

"Ah, Dava is so wonderful!"

The elder cheered and happily lifted his wheelchair, running around the campfire three times, leaving the tribespeople speechless.

Their shocked gazes darted back and forth between the nimble Elder and Lin An, filled with awe.

Without a doubt, young people are the true ancestors!

Even if Lin An wasn't their ancestor, he could still be their ancestor!

For this tribe of people who suffer daily from infected wounds, malaria, and hunger, the power Lin An possessed was nothing short of miraculous. They called out "Dawa" and "ancestral spirits," but in their hearts, they were convinced that he was a deity.

Lin An observed the Grand Elder and was certain that she had not been in contact with "Comers". Otherwise, having just been hit by his Death Gem, even if she did not use mystic arts to resist, her aura would at least show some hostile fluctuations.

It should be noted that Lin An is a Source A-level being and carries the spirit of an alien. Apart from a few rare cases, it would be difficult for the mysterious beings of Titan to conceal the energy of "Comers" from him.

Joy filled the entire Lion Tribe. The elder, like an acrobat, lifted his wheelchair with his left hand and held two skewers of mutton that he had somehow acquired in his right, eating with his mouth full of oil.

Upon seeing this, the two girls cast pleading glances at her, but the elder deliberately ignored them.

Misuru handed over two skewers of mutton. The girls were unsure whether to eat them or not until the elder chuckled mischievously, at which point they beamed with joy and began to devour them.

After teasing the clansmen and younger generation for a while, the elder stood in front of Lin An.

“Mr. Tulf, I only hope you will be kind to my relatives and not harm them.”

“I will try to do that.”

Lin An withdrew the lethal energy from the Philosopher's Stone, as killing ordinary people would bring him no benefit.

Moreover, he wanted to treat those around him with gentleness and patience, lest he discover how little he knew about them when it was time to part ways.

Of course, the premise is that these people are worth associating with, and they should not stand in the way of Lin An's integration with the "Lady with the Lamp".

Upon receiving Lin An's fairly honest answer, the elder smiled, said nothing more, tacitly approved of his lie about claiming to be an "ancestral spirit," and mingled with the tribespeople.

She was very submissive, but also very intelligent. Lin An thought.

The night's revelry passed quickly. The campfire died down, and people returned to their huts. Misuru gave his bed to Lin An and slept in the corner himself.
Lin An had no choice but to officially begin his new assignment tomorrow. First, he planned to experiment with the system's [Edit] function, and second, he wanted to find an opportunity to extract information about the "Lumberjacks" from the Grand Elder, which might explain the mysterious origins of Misuru and the two girls.

There is ample time.

Lin An likes to play on his phone for a while before bed, but let alone his phone, the rainforest has no network coverage at all.

It would be good to have a book to read...

Unfortunately, all the rainforest left him with was waiting and loneliness.

Lin Anping lay on the damp, sweltering straw mat, the rustling sounds of nature reaching his ears.

In a daze, he felt a sense of inexplicable fear and unease.

After the truth came to light, Lin An realized more and more deeply that he did not belong to this planet, to the point that the sounds of these primitive animals, wind and water were like a stern rebuke to him.

The city was alright, but in the vibrant rainforest, this lingering fear was particularly pronounced.

We need to find a way back to "Comers" quickly...

Taking a deep breath, new thoughts flashed through Lin An's mind.

"Brother Tongzi, do you know what Snake is?"

"This encyclopedia does not currently contain an entry for 'Snake'," the system said coldly in a mechanical voice.

“Then I’ll create one. You connect the data entries for ‘Hittite Ritual,’ and then combine the other entries into spheres…”

It took Lin An three or four hours to create the "Mysterious Encyclopedia: Snake Game". Later, he closed his eyes and became drowsy, but he was kept half asleep by the hot and humid weather and the buzzing mosquitoes.

He heard birds chirping outside, then he used the Philosopher's Stone to heal himself and left the hut.

Misuru was still fast asleep. The 17-year-old Jotaro from the Southern Continent was exhausted after a five-day hunt. If it weren't for his good physical condition, he wouldn't have been able to withstand such an ordeal.

As soon as Lin An stepped out the gate, he saw the prisoner's eyes bulging out as he stared intently at him.

"Ok?"

The man's skin was bluish, his muscles had shrunk, and he had gone from being strong to being incredibly thin, like a dried-up corpse with all the moisture drained from him. The outlines of his ribs and internal organs were faintly visible.

do you died?
Last night, Misuru tied this prisoner to a tree, intending to find an opportunity to demand an explanation from the Tigerfish tribe. Who would have thought that after just one night, he would end up in this horrible state.

Even Lin An was somewhat surprised. This mysterious man slept in the thatched hut next to the leader all night without sleeping. Who had killed someone right under his nose without anyone noticing?

Immediately entering empty mode, Lin An noticed that the prisoners' light spots had turned into a hazy gray.

A mysterious figure...?
wrong!

"Ouch——!"

Lin An's thoughts and the sharp whistling that cut through the sky rang out at the same time.

The emaciated prisoner opened his mouth, revealing a row of densely packed, sharp canine teeth. His claws shot out, tearing the ropes that had replaced Lusca's tentacles binding him.

"Emperor of War"!
Lin An recalled his experience of meeting Catsis at Bodecliffe. The War Emperor Technique could not only make him the leader of an army, but also replace the will of individuals to control their half-dead bodies.

The prisoner lunged at Lin An, his sharp claws and teeth aimed at his throat.

"Pfft!"

An arrow pierced the air, and Misuru, awakened, drew his bow without hesitation and shot the prisoner in the forehead.

"Uru...!"

He let out a canine whimper, took a few steps back, and his expression vanished from his eyes.

Even after he died, he did not stop attacking.

On the contrary, the War Emperor Mystic, who controlled him, became even more unscrupulous after realizing that the man was dead.

The prisoner, with his red eyes wide open, lunged at him menacingly.

Lin An got a clear look at it. The captive was making a wheezing sound from its throat, its skin was covered with black spots, its whole body was covered with dark brown fur, its mouth was abnormally protruding, its legs were thin and long, but its upper body was very strong, its teeth were sharp, and its claws were sharp.

Misuru drew the bowstring taut again and shouted.

"How dare you launch a sneak attack! This time, I will never let you get away with this!"

“Misuru, wait, this is our mystery—the war between our ancestral spirits.”

"Between ancestral spirits...?" Misuru was taken aback. "Can't I help?"

"Okay, step back a little."

Lin An guessed that the War Emperor had heard of Lin An's name from the hunting party and had come to "investigate".

His offensive strategy was simply too hasty...

Declare war directly?

Seeing that the puppet was still attacking, Lin An turned the Philosopher's Stone, and the statue of Hermes looked at the lightning symbol of Jupiter, turning it into a lead statue.

The captives, having just been killed by Misuru, became "inorganic matter" and can therefore be transformed by the Philosopher's Stone.

To avoid wasting the radiation, Lin An withdrew the energy, restoring the captive to human form. The cold, lifeless corpse lay on the ground, its eyes wide open in death.

The Philosopher's Stone's metal transformation "refreshed" the status, nullifying the War Emperor's arcane spell.

“This is… the war of the ancestral spirits.” A complex light flashed in Misuru’s eyes.

“Killing the puppet is useless; we need to find the ancestral spirit itself.” Lin An patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll take you to the Tigerfish Tribe!"

"Too late, they've already found us."

"what?!"

Misuru's pupils contracted, and only the sound of heavy breathing from all directions broke the tranquility of the rainforest in the early morning.

Countless shadows with sharp teeth and claws, covered in dark brown fur, emanated from the forest and menacingly surrounded the lion tribe, numbering over a hundred.

"Grandfather! Grandfather! Grandfather!"

The murderous shouts echoed from afar, reaching the ears of the sleeping members of the spotted lion tribe.

After a brief exchange, Lin An deduced that this War Emperor was not highly rated, but unlike Catsis, who lived on a stage under the spotlight and whose every move was watched by the Foundation and the police, the Rainforest was unrestrained.

Might makes right, power makes right, and hunting is the law.

"The rainforest is such a hospitable place." Lin An wiggled his fingers. "Once, I wanted to be a good person."

Thank you to Xiaoyu Kuaipao, Xianyu Yepao, AkhMorn, and Yili Putao for the monthly tickets, and thank you all for the recommendation tickets and subscriptions.
It's almost the end of the year, and I've been working overtime the whole time. It's really frustrating (Ｔ▽Ｔ)
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