World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 243 The Legend of the Lumberjacks

After carrying the unconscious hunting team leader away, Lin An noticed that his deviation value had decreased by 0.1%.

Appropriate gifts and appropriate fear...

He roughly understood how to increase or decrease the deviation value, turned his gaze to the woman, and without saying a word, put a suitable entry for her, "God of Agriculture" [Phantom Spirit], into the [Edit] column, to which the woman exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked on with concern, and fortunately, unlike the man before her, she did not break out in a cold sweat, convulse, or have her facial features contorted for a moment before quickly recovering.

Like that man, she will soon become a mystery.

This time, Lin An specifically included a disaster-level mysterious prototype to see how it differed from the ghost story level.

The concept of the Fairy Kingdom is similar to the spiritual world of Kalenga, which is believed by the people of the Southern Continent. Although the woman seemed dazed, the entry was not returned.

All that remains is to observe the moment they truly awaken.

As for Misuru and the two girls, Lin An planned to obtain more information about the editing function before adding appropriate entries.

He is not the medium of the "Mother of Desire" and cannot change the awakened mystery. Lin An does not want to waste three mythical or legendary seeds, which could increase his measurement value considerably.

Finally, there was the Grand Elder…

Lin An glanced at the nonchalant Flammy and decided to let things take their course.

If the Grand Elder requests it, Lin An will help her awaken; if she is unwilling, he will not force her.

Lin An was very curious about the secrets the Grand Elder was hiding, which involved the origins of the Spotted Lion Tribe, the black-haired, black-eyed "woodcutters," and the source of the potential of Misuru and others.

Moreover, the Elder's tree diagram is similar to that of the bald man; even if it were included in the entries, it would only be classified as a ghost story or a disaster, with nothing particularly special about it.

The tribal meeting was free of formalities and the process was streamlined. The elder gathered everyone mainly to introduce Lin An further.

She was originally going to talk about the chieftain's succession ceremony that evening, but seeing that two of the three leaders of the spotted lion were in a daze and one was unconscious, she could only sigh, take the bald man and the woman away, leaving Misuru and the two girls behind.

However, the Grand Elder did not blame Lin An.

In her mind, Lin An's attitude was already very mild.

Misuru seemed to be at odds with the unconscious man, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes as the Grand Elder's figure disappeared.

"That scum doesn't deserve the blessing, Ancestral Spirit... no, should I call you Tu, Tu Rui?"

“It’s Rachel Tulver, Misuru,” the more serious-looking girl corrected, then introduced herself to Lin An, “Lord Tulver, I am Meyer, and this is my sister Mezo.”

“They are all my sisters,” Misuru added, only to be met with a glare from Maye.

"We don't have a brother like you, who abandoned the entire tribe and disappeared for five days at the crucial moment after Father's death!"

Misuru shrugged, too lazy to argue.

"Gurgle..." Mezo leaned against the armrest of the chair, still half asleep. He was nudged by Meyer and woke up with a start. He mumbled incoherently, "Yes, yes, sister is right."

Lin An cleared his throat, interrupting the three siblings' conversation.

“Misuru, Mezo and Meyer, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a distant relative of yours. As the Grand Elder said, I used to live in Kinsasha until the ghost of the Lion Ancestor revived in me and guided me to this place.”

"Did your fathers disappear during the Great Escape?" Mayer asked cautiously.

She mentioned that the mass exodus was inextricably linked to "loggers," and Lin An went along with it.

"Actually, I don't know much. My father left me when I was 5 years old, my mother is basically dead, and there is no record of the 'Great Escape' in my memory."

"The first time the Grand Elder saw you, he mistook you for a lumberjack, which startled everyone." Mezo seemed to understand Lin An's implied meaning, yet it also sounded like a child's casual remark. "Sister, would you like to tell me about the 'Great Escape'?"

“Hmph, an old, outdated fictional story.” Misuru scoffed. “Ragil… Tulfer… that’s an outsider’s name, like how Grandmother sometimes called herself Emilia. Ancestral Spirit, do you have a name for the Southern Continent?”

Unlike the elders, they couldn't remember the Western pronunciations.

Lin An pondered for a moment and said, "You can call me 'Lin' in private."

The word "林" here is the Bantu pronunciation of "forest," which is completely different from the Chinese pronunciation.

“Lin, I’ve got it,” Misuru said earnestly. “Lin, do you want to know about the ‘Lumberjack’?”

“Listen to this, it’s the legacy of the lion clan.” “From childhood to adulthood, my grandmother often told us siblings this story. She said that the lion clan once lived under a palm tree, ‘Ommumbolombonga,’ from which babies were born.”

"The palm tree has two heads, one is a woman and the other is a bearded man. The baby born from the woman's leaf is timid but gentle; the baby born from the man's leaf is violent but good at hunting, and marriage is a symbol of their reunion."

“Until one day, a young man with whiter skin, black hair and black eyes arrived. He initially hid in the darkness and attacked the ninety-nine tribes that lived with us in a treacherous, cunning and swift manner.”

“The young man left no survivors. Blood flowed like a stream between the tents, and corpses were everywhere in the puddles. He committed an unprecedented massacre and cut down the palm trees that sustained us, hence he was called the ‘logger’.”

"It is said that the spotted lion was the hundredth tribe visited by the lumberjacks. For some reason, he did not attack us. He actually let us leave and hide in this rainforest until now."

Misuru finished recounting this bizarre and absurd past in one breath, then pointed to his chest.

"This happened seventeen years ago. I was just a newborn baby and have no memory of it. Most of the people in the tribe don't know the details either. They were just teenagers when the 'Great Escape' took place."

In the Bantu rainforest, where medical conditions are extremely poor, malaria, epilepsy, and infectious diseases are frequent, and colds and hunger can be fatal, it is difficult for a person to live past the age of 25. Even the hunting team of the Tigerfish tribe consists of a group of teenagers under the age of 20.

In the United States, they are not yet of legal drinking age.

The Grand Elder is truly a living miracle.

Lin An had occasionally heard reports about Nanzhou, but they were rather one-sided. It wasn't until he came here in person that he could truly experience the almost magical reality of this place.

“Grandmother’s words are an exaggeration.” Misuru shrugged. “It should be like this. The lion was driven away by the ‘loggers,’ who is either an individual or an organization; in any case, he won’t allow us to live in our original place.”

Meyer's thick eyebrows were tied in a tight knot, and even Mezzo stopped yawning.

“I don’t like how this speculation is going, Brother Misuru.”

"There's no use running away. The merchant guild that trades with the Tigerfish tribe is one of their members."

Misuru clenched his fists indignantly.

"That's why I said there's no need to delve into the legend of the 'loggers.' Lin, they were probably a group of Flanders companies that drove us away to build hotels or mines, and the Lion Tribe lost their source of income and ended up moving to the rainforest."

“Flanders, huh…” Lin An narrowed his eyes.

The Kingdom of Flanders, one of the two lowland states between the Dove Kingdom and Gremania, is most famous worldwide for its chocolate, waffles, and diamond exchange.

In downtown Antwerp, Hebrews wearing hats roam the streets, busy manipulating stock and diamond prices.

This present-day heartland of the West once brought countless tragedies and shadows to the Bantu.

Were the traders with the Tigerfish tribe Flanders?
This country and Adria's [Black Capital] both belong to the Western Continent. Although the probability is extremely small, Lin An secretly remembered this group of people in his heart.

I'm afraid this chamber of commerce is run by a powerful family.

"Call them lumberjacks or woodcutters, all I know is that they destroyed Bantu."

Misuru grew angrier as she spoke, and couldn't help but raise her head.

“Poverty is everywhere here, evil, greed, and injustice run rampant, goats dream of leadership, cows are running for office, and rats have ascended to the throne of high office. The world should be a vast garden, but all we have is our backyard.”

"So, what do you want?"

An unfamiliar voice rang out; it came from the hyena-man who had been silent all along.

“Me?” A glint of ambition flashed in Misuru’s eyes. “Of course, I will fight for the prosperity of the Bantu! Kill the enemy, protect our kin! If every president’s decisions are so incompetent, then let me take his place—to end this cancerous democracy!”

"Nonsense. This country is simply rotten to the core, and there's nothing we can do about it," the hyena-man laughed mockingly. "All our efforts will be in vain."

“I’m only 17 years old. There’s nothing I can’t do, nothing I dare not do,” Misuru said coldly and firmly.

"There is only one way for the Bantu people to survive: to constantly fill their lives with signs of chaos."

"Thinking about the meaning of life is too heavy, overwhelming, terrifying, and bewildering, so you need to give them conflict and hatred appropriately. Make sure that when the light comes, you can keep the light out."

"Otherwise, the Illuminati's questions, doctrines, and ideas will only confuse people more, cause social ills, lead to the destruction of traditional customs, and allow worthless absurd theories to take center stage, and this knowledge will cause trouble."

Seeing Misuru's resolute expression, the hyena-man looked disdainful, and sarcastic words kept spitting out from between his teeth.

“You can’t place an artificial sun; sunlight will burn the trees, pollute the air, and destroy the night—and the night is the main theme of the Bantu. No one can end the suffering of the past two hundred years; all you can do is submit—and find joy in it!”

(End of this chapter)