World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 242 [Edit] Function

Dawn comes quickly at the equator, and the morning is over in an instant.

The huge canopy blocked the scorching sun, and the leaves dripped water constantly.

Large patches of gray moss and dense, spiderweb-like vines grow among the trees, and the trunks are covered with parasitic orchids.

Giant ferns, taller than half a person, grow on the ground. Mist swirls among the ferns, occasionally revealing glimpses of red and blue: the highly poisonous Spicy Flower and the Dixinla Vine, respectively.

This is a vast and boundless natural world.

The lion tribesmen methodically removed the weapons from the tigerfish captives and tied them to the tree trunks, forming a circle around them.

Fully armed men are responsible for guarding the area, working in shifts every few hours.

After being mysteriously tortured by the "Emperor of War," the prisoners were extremely weak. Even when bound in uncomfortable positions, they quickly fell asleep, their snores and snoring echoing like muffled thunder.

Lin An captured over a hundred male prisoners, all members of the Tiger Fish Tribe's hunting team. They were all burly, muscular, experienced in combat, and skilled in operating firearms.

In the jungle, this would be considered a small "army".

After dealing with the prisoners, the entire Lion Tribe was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the women volunteered to prepare breakfast and lunch.

The bones of the teeth grinders are saved for soup at night. Although a sheep has a lot of meat, it is not enough to satisfy the three meals a day of the Lion Clan.

The women prepared the ingredients, while the men gathered firewood to start a fire.

A large pot hung above the campfire, bubbling and steaming.

The staple food of the Lion Tribe is usually a stew made with dried, thin wild yams as a base, plus jungle onions, wild cassava leaves, and several kinds of mushrooms; grasshoppers, caterpillars, worms, frogs, and snails are also cooked in it.

This meal contains three times the protein of beef.

However, the spices had a pungent smell, and the insect meat had a fishy smell, making it difficult for Lin An to swallow. He even missed the local delicacies he had at various gas stations in Eagle Country during his trip to Thunderbird.

Although there are undercooked white dishes like fried possum bread, tomato pheasant, and creamy asparagus and bacon, they are at least familiar ingredients.

Lin An scooped a plump, white worm that had melted halfway through its flesh from the soup with a spoon, and lost his appetite.

His father actually demanded that he stay in this rainforest for a full six months.

You might as well just release me back into outer space...

Despite his complaints, Lin An took advantage of Misuru and the others swallowing the stew to have the system display the Mysterious Encyclopedia and his own panel, which floated in the air on the left and right respectively.

[Letter Name]: The Ghost of Dietrich, Ancestor of the Lion

[Position]: Meme
[Integration Progress]: 0.1%
[Measured value]: 27.5
[Deviation value]: 70.1%
After the events of last night and this morning, the Spotted Lion tribe has come to believe in Lin An from the bottom of their hearts, so the name "Spotted Lion Ancestral Spirit" has been added to the alphabetical name column, and the measurement value has increased by 0.5.

Among them, the Karu mermaids and hyenas made the greatest contributions.

What made Lin An frown was that the fusion process did not increase, but the deviation value increased by 2%.

The Duke said that it is best to keep the deviation value around 50%, which is the middle range that fits Lin An's personality. Too high means that his divine nature is too kind, and too low means that his divine nature is too cruel.

However, this data is currently unrelated to rainforests.

The Rainforest People only account for 0.5 of the measured value, and the key point is that people in Dietrich are still praising the greatness of the [Ghost].

Because of the great distance, Lin An was unable to change the beliefs of the people of the Eagle Kingdom, so he had no choice but to start with the Bantu.

First, he needs to increase the number of mystics in the tribe; otherwise, no matter how many believers there are, the measurement value will be limited.

Secondly, Lin An was preparing to establish a stable divine status for himself. While "Spotted Lion Ancestral Spirit" was a decent initial name, it was too limited to "Spotted Lion" and would make it difficult to expand the number of believers.

Finally...

The deviation value problem needs to be addressed.

Lin An glanced at the inventory of the Mysterious Encyclopedia. Subduing the hyena-men had consumed a lot of media, and the reserves of "Seekers of Knowledge" and "Prophets" were running low. He could replenish a few more.

"Is it not to your taste?"

French words rang out, and the Grand Elder stood behind Lin An with a smile.

"I've just never had insect soup before, but I can accept grilled or fried insects," he replied. "Ms. Formami, could we talk privately?"

“I am merely a dying elder, not the chief of the Lion Clan,” the elder said slyly. “Misuru is more suited to be your friend and subject, as well as Mezo and Meyer.”

During their conversation, the elder took the initiative to mention helping Lin An integrate into the Spotted Lion Tribe, while glossing over his true origins and identity.

She saw that Lin An had the power to kill all the spotted lions. Unlike the fear and rejection of the St. Aniloff Foundation, the Grand Elder believed that Lin An could bring them hope, after all, the situation could not be worse than being wiped out by the tigerfish.

Despite the elder's amiable demeanor, she skillfully veered away from the topic whenever it came to the past related to the "loggers," or would say, "Those three children are willing to tell you."

"Tonight, we will hold a ceremony to mark Misuru's succession as the next chief." Finally, the elder added, "Mr. Tulf, the Lion Clan will also officially honor you as their ancestral spirit."

She is still observing Lin An's attitude, which he can understand.

Putting himself in Lin An's shoes, he would never tolerate a stranger of unknown origin claiming to be "your ancestor" and then ruling over his family without explanation.

After breakfast and lunch, Lin An went into the former chief's hut.

This place has an extra item compared to ordinary lodgings: a tortoise shell mask smeared with deer blood, an old leopard skin, and some glittering diamonds as decorations.

The hyena-man was forced to follow Lin An, and looked around at the decorations, letting out a slightly disdainful snort.

The lion tribesmen were unaware that the hyena-man was the culprit behind this morning's riot. They thought he was Lin An's servant. Sensing his disdain, Misuru clenched his fist, but out of respect for Lin An, he did not retaliate on the spot.

Misuru was accompanied by two men and one woman, as well as the Grand Elder and two young girls who followed her.

They are the main leaders of the Lion Tribe. The men are the leaders of the two hunting teams, the women are the managers of the women, and the girls are the messengers and successors of the elders.

After scanning the map in the "empty mode," Lin An discovered that only Misuru and the two girls had their mysterious tree diagram branches opened to the legendary level, while the others were only at the disaster level.

"Lord Ancestral Spirit, thank you for defusing a conflict today." One of the hunting party leaders spoke first; he was bald and had a very honest appearance.

“The soul always draws a wondrous closeness to his descendants,” the woman who had initially welcomed Lin An added.

"We still don't know the name of the Ancestral Spirit, or which generation of 'ancestor' it belongs to." The man who spoke was the one who had summoned the Grand Elder. He glanced at Lin An sideways. "Ancestral Spirit...would you mind telling us?"

"How rude of you! What are you suspecting?"

The elder chopped her long staff, and just as agreed, she solemnly fabricated Lin An's background. Her aged voice and wise eyes became the best cover for her lie.

“The ancestral spirit was one of the tribe members who were separated during our migration. He had been staying in Kinsasha until the ghost of the lion ancestor revived in him, driving him to travel thousands of miles to reunite with us.”

"Kinsasha..." the crowd murmured the magical word.

Kinsasha, the capital of the Bantu people, may be an obscure city on the international stage, but to the people of the rainforest, it is as magical as an unattainable otherworld.

It's said that skyscrapers have sprung up there, electronic screens play all sorts of movies, and cars spewing exhaust fumes run along the asphalt roads. Since Lin An came from Kinsasha, it perfectly explains why his demeanor and bearing are so different from others.

Kinsasha's aura shrouded him in a noble, hazy, and mysterious aura, making the tribesmen yearn for him.

After 24 hours of observation, Lin An had a pretty good idea of ​​the exact meaning of ancestral spirits in the local belief system.

When a person receives the favor of the ghosts of the dead on the other side of the Kalenga Line, he is called the "ancestral spirit," and regardless of his original identity, he will be worshipped as an ancestor by the tribe.

These ghosts seemed to whisper secrets in the ears of the chosen ones, reminding Lin An of the necromancy of the Western Continent.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ancestral Spirit, he just has some doubts." The bald man scratched his head, coming to the rescue of the nitpicking man. "Recently, we've been hearing a lot of talk about Ancestral Spirit and Dawa from other tribes. There are so many different versions of the story, it's making us all uneasy."

"I am the only one you believe in." Lin An smiled, then suddenly bent down and said, "Do you want to receive a blessing?"

"Blessing, bestow blessings?" The bald man was stunned.

His pupils reflected the figure of the black-haired young man, who slowly took three steps toward him. An ethereal atmosphere filled the room, burning like a candle until it permeated the entire space, and the young man's face became illusory.

In fact, Lin An was using the "edit" function of his experimental system.

The bald man's medium was inclined towards "Lord of the Earth". When Lin An's consciousness touched the floating button, green data showed all the Lord of the Earth entries he had obtained.

Ghost Deer, Hodag, Nightcrawler, Fogg Stalker.

The latter two entries were compiled by him, the witch, and Joshua during their travels in Michigan.

Lin An had not yet read the "Complete Book of Magic" by the "Lord of the Earth," nor did he lack the medium, and had never deliberately collected this type of entry.

Apart from the Ghost Deer, the other three prototypes are all considered ghost stories.

Just to be on the safe side, Lin An decided to put "Hogda" in the "Edit" section.

This is an entry he collected during the Foundation riots, about a monster born from the ashes of a cow that seeks revenge on farmers who abused animals.

It belongs to the indigenous mystical system, and unlike Western mysticism, its core concepts are closer to the primitive beliefs of the Southern Continent.

As soon as Lin An inserted the entry into the bald man's tree diagram, he noticed that the "Hogda" entry in the Mysterious Encyclopedia had turned gray and was temporarily unusable.

He anticipated this consequence and did not use [Ghost Deer].

It is estimated that Lin An's entry will only be "returned" after the bald man becomes a mystery.

He exited the "empty mode" and observed the man in front of him.

The bald man felt a burning heat rush into his brain, and his head throbbed with pain. He felt dizzy and his head felt like it was filled with pepper powder. He couldn't help but cover his temples and groan softly.

This feeling isn't physical pain; it's purely the discomfort caused by being bombarded with all sorts of knowledge at once.

Before the bald man's eyes appeared a bizarre and fantastical scene completely different from reality: countless animal souls dancing on the murals opened a door for him on the Karenga Line, turning the spiritual concept into reality.

The pain lasted less than a minute. The bald man easily accepted this strange and mysterious knowledge, calmed down with the care of his tribesmen, and his lifeless eyes focused.

Large tile...

The soul of an animal...

Ashes and the fire of cremation...

“I saw the view on the other side of the Kalenga Line.”

The bald man muttered to himself in a low voice.

"The spark of cosmic life belongs to the great Nzambhi A. Mponggu, who swelled and swelled on the cross, and whose soul blossomed into palm flowers from the ashes."

Although he didn't awaken immediately, based on Lin An's experience, the bald man had acquired the knowledge of "Comers" and only needed one stimulus to become a mystic.

His "Lord of the Earth" tendencies are elevated, covering the other branches, but the prototype is still a question mark, with none belonging to the illustrations that Lin An has already collected.

The items I provide will determine the medium an individual will use in the future, but they cannot determine the specific prototype.

Lin An silently noted: Unlike the coverage of the "Mother of Desire", the [Edit] function is similar to sharing mystical knowledge with others, and what one awakens depends entirely on their own understanding and cognition.

Within a minute, everyone felt a strange energy field flowing through the bald man's body.

It was a mysterious feeling that emanated from within and was completely natural, which made them stare wide-eyed, both shocked and in awe.

The ancestral spirits are not only exceptionally powerful in battle, but they can also conjure food and even bless others, allowing them to use the legendary "Great Tile"!
Upon seeing this, the man who had been stirring up trouble felt a flash of jealousy and regret in his eyes. He quickly apologized to Lin An and showered him with compliments, hoping to receive blessings in his words.

Lin An didn't refuse the test subject that was offered to him, and pretended to extend his hand.

The man knelt down, a stark contrast to his previous disdain.

If he could also possess a Great Tile, he could, like the Ancestral Spirit, control the clouds and rain with a flick of his wrist!

He is also the "Lord of the Earth".

Lin An observed the man's mysterious tree diagram, pondered for a moment, and then stuffed in a catastrophic Mother of Desire—also an early-collected [Pishtako].

Pistakos are at odds with Bantu mythology, focusing on "matter" rather than the soul and the spiritual world after death, and on the fundamental concept that fat is a gift from the creator god Viracocha.

The disaster rating also means that the entry involves more occult knowledge.

Lin An wanted to see how well it matched a man.

The moment he received the [Pishtako], the man let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground, and rolled around incessantly.

Having witnessed the bald man being blessed, the crowd didn't take his unusual behavior seriously.

Unexpectedly, the man's screams continued for a long time until Lin An suddenly noticed that his [Edit] panel was empty, while the system's [Pishtak] entry lit up again.

It was returned.

So it turns out you can return items unconditionally...

Lin An quickly tested it and breathed a sigh of relief; the entry for 【Pishtako】 was undamaged.

On the other hand, the man who had received the "gift" was foaming at the mouth, his face was ashen, his body was convulsing, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

It seems that when sharing entries using the "Edit" function, it is best to consider their existing beliefs, media preferences, and background in mystical knowledge. Otherwise, it will not only fail to awaken their mystical awareness but may also cause both mental and physical harm.

Lin An sighed softly as he thought about it.

"It's a real shame. It seems that those with ulterior motives cannot accept my blessing, nor can they cross the Karenga Line."

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