World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 244 Determining the God's Name
"You are a hopeless piece of trash."

Upon hearing the hyena-man's words, Misuru felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a ball of fire was burning within him.

"These are all just 'their' scams. If there's no future, should we just accept the status quo? No! Since we are born as human beings, we should wage a long and great struggle to change our destiny!"

"Who doesn't talk big, shouting about reform and choices, but then giving up halfway? What's the difference between you and a warlord?" the hyena-man sneered.

"At least I have the determination to fight back, while you are more pathetic than anyone else."

While the two were locked in a heated argument, Lin An had Meyer Mezzo tell the story of "The Lumberjacks" again.

Similar to what Misuru said, this person had killed the former neighbors of the spotted lion tribe, forcing them to move into the remote rainforest to eke out a living.

Although Misuru insisted that they were Flanders, Lin An was not entirely convinced.

The elder repeatedly mentioned that the "woodcutter" had black hair and black eyes, and his temperament and demeanor were somewhat similar to his.

Lowland peoples don't look like that.

In fact, the more Lin An interacted with Misuru and the two women, the more strange a feeling he had.

They made him feel very close to them; their mannerisms, way of speaking, and unintentional little gestures all seemed adorable to him.

This uniqueness is limited to the three Misulu siblings, and it is one of the reasons why Lin An decided to settle in the spotted lion tribe.

Lin An asked the two women if they had encountered any unusual outsiders or travelers. Maye hesitated and shook her head, while Mezo spoke in a strange tone.

"In my dream I saw two shadows in the darkness, passing through the heavy twilight. Their hands were clasped together, and silver light pierced through the lifeless earth, like ten thousand water bottles pouring out of the universe."

Mezzo's descriptions are wildly imaginative and leave people completely bewildered.

I also heard the familiar riddle in the Southern Continent...

Lin An thought of Brother Lu Zi and sighed inwardly, deciding to give up for the time being.

At this point, several tribesmen told them to leave the hut and prepare for the inheritance ceremony that night.

The lives of the people of the Spotted Lion Tribe are busy. They have to do everything themselves, including fishing, hunting, gathering, and storing food. Just satisfying their basic needs takes up almost all their energy.

Today is the day Misuru becomes chief, and Lin An observes the busy crowd.

Women were processing large, sour, and tough pieces of turtle meat; men were gathering firewood and setting up the center of the tribe.

Arriving at a corner, Lin An glanced at the hyena-man.

I didn't want the people from the spotted lion tribe to ask too many questions, so I hadn't inquired about the hyena people's identity.

“Your point of view is very interesting,” Lin An said. “Do your relatives approve of you?”

Unlike when they confronted Misuru, the hyenas' tone was not as harsh now.

“Forest ranger, I am Ed Caban Moni Wolfhound, son of the chief of the Wolfhound tribe.”

Wolfhound?

Misuru and Lin An had said that the Wolfhound Chief was the first Mystic in the rainforest. He used the radiation from "Comers" to expand the tribe's power, but went mad due to the increasing pollution and disappeared without a trace.

Without the mysterious leader in charge, the Wolfhound tribe was besieged by the other tribes and fell apart.

“Now you understand, right? I have no relatives, I am all alone in this world.” The hyena licked his lips. “Except… when I start a war between two tribes; that’s when Dad will come to see me.”

"Your father?"

It turns out that the third mysterious person Lin An saw this morning was none other than the Wolfhound Chieftain.

After the hyenas' tribe perished, they wandered the jungle and, in a daze, awakened the "Dawa".

With his father's experience, he began to study his new ability and gradually mastered the mystical arts of [Bultonkin].

When he uses it to manipulate others and suddenly discovers that they are fighting each other, his father, who wanders in the forest, will be drawn to it.

“I don’t know where I should go. I’m homeless and have nothing to do. To be honest, I don’t want to argue with Misuru either. I’m too lonely, so I like to bicker with people.” The hyena-man bit his lip. “Besides that, I just want to see Dad.”

"How many misunderstandings have you stirred up between tribes so far?"

“Three times.” The hyena-man wagged his short tail. “Dad is my only living relative.”

"Excuse me, how old are you this year?"

"Eleven years old."

"..."

After hearing the story of this "war emperor," Lin An was filled with mixed emotions.

I thought the hyena was plotting some earth-shattering conspiracy, but it turns out he's just a teenager who's desperate for attention.

If there were internet access, Lin An really wanted to register a Baidu Tieba account for him. He believed that with the Hyena's ability to argue and incite conflict, he would definitely thrive.

A large number of tribespeople will not suffer as a result.

The hyena-man observed Lin An's expression and continued to follow him to observe the work of the spotted lion tribe. When they approached two people who were making soup vases out of leaves, he suddenly took out a glass bottle from the strip of cloth at his waist.

"If you don't mind, would you like to try our wolfhound tribe's specialty, Oogao Lu?"

"Ointment...?"

Another word that Barbatos didn't translate. Lin An frowned.

“A delicious drink.” The hyena-man opened the lid, and the smell of cheap alcohol filled the air, but it made everyone around him stare in amazement. “This is purified and fermented sap from the palm tree. Dad used to love drinking it.” Lin An used his breath to catch a drop, tasted it slightly, and understood what it was.

In the United States, it is generally known by its Western name, Akpeteshie palm wine, while in the South Island it is called gógóró, which sounds very similar to "Ao Gao Gao Lu".

"Lord Ancestral Spirit, could you share it with us?"

The aroma of the wine attracted many people, who stared eagerly at the bottle in the hyena-man's hand, swallowing hard.

“I only have this much.” The hyena-man turned to Lin An, seeking his opinion. “If we’re going to share it with everyone, we’ll have to dilute it with more water.”

"Prepare a few more cups," Lin An waved his hand. "Tonight is an important day for Misuru to inherit the chieftainship, so we can't skimp on drinks."

"great!"

The tribesmen cheered, but they failed to notice the cold glint in the hyena-man's eyes.

As night falls, the soft moonlight sweeps across the rainforest's moisture-laden canopy. Beneath the tranquility, the Lion Tribe is holding a vigorous chieftain succession ceremony.

The bonfire roared and leaped, illuminating the surroundings. The flames danced on people's faces, casting shadows of varying depths.

The drums made of wooden stakes sounded deep and powerful, like a vibrant heartbeat; Mezzo and Meyer sang along to the beat, their voices loud and passionate.

The road's fortune teller is a tapping beetle.

It climbed onto the road and passed through here.

Following closely behind were all sorts of birds and beasts in various shapes and sizes.

These animals have long been forgotten, becoming hieroglyphs carved on tree trunks.

The ancient trees have fallen; just as they nurtured the world.

In return, they were destined to return to the earth.

Men and women sang and laughed around the bonfire, dancing enthusiastically to the simple rhythm of drums, clapping their hands to the beat, their steps powerful and unrestrained.

As the campfire blazes, Misuru, covered in palm oil and adorned with intricate patterns drawn with plant-based fuels, emerges from the chieftain's hut, shouts, and joins the dance.

Men kept challenging him to dance battles, but none of them could match him.

Misuru hopped all the way to the Grand Elder. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he half-squatted down and looked up. The Grand Elder helped him put on an exquisitely carved tortoise shell mask.

The natural texture of the tortoise shell, combined with the unique paintings of the Southern Continent, made Misuru look like an ancient beast. He turned around and shouted passionately to the crowd.

"From the day we are born, we are all engaged in some kind of struggle! We struggle so that when our souls go to their final resting place, we will have no regrets."

Misuru raised his arms high, and the flames surged with his shout, burning into a sea of ​​fire in his pupils.

"My people, I will become your leader and lead you to fight for future glory! Now is the time!"

Looking around, he was surprised to find that not everyone's eyes were on him; most people were staring intently at the sky.

It turned out that Lin An was wearing a fur coat belonging to the former chieftain, and like an ethereal deity, he rose above the burning flames.

The prepared tortoise meat and the mutton provided by the bones of the Tooth Grinder floated beside him, like messengers and gifts from God.

As the air currents churned, the ingredients were manipulated by an invisible hand to tumble and roll over the flames, dripping oil and sizzling.

"My people, I am your ancestral spirit, [Forest Ranger] Kalenga Mpongu; my presence is ever-present where the mystical and the mundane connect in the soul."

Mpunggu means "messenger" in Bantu, which translates to "messenger of the Kalenga Line." Considering that the pronunciation of the Southern Continent people is different from that of the Western Continent people, Lin An decided to use it as his localized pseudonym.

"Forest Ranger" is his online name, mainly to prevent his identity from being recognized by powerful families.

"Forest ranger!"

The lion tribe cheered loudly. The power Lin An displayed was evident to all, and their worship and awe of him came from the bottom of their hearts.

Manipulating the Philosopher's Stone, Lin An distributed the cooked food to them, concluding the offering ceremony.

Back on the ground, Misuru immediately came to greet him.

He felt bad that his once-in-a-lifetime chieftain ceremony had been overshadowed, but then he thought that it was Lin An who had stolen the spotlight, and he felt a little better.

He patted Lin An on the shoulder and looked directly into his misty eyes.

"Lin, the Kuba River witnessed our ceremony. From now on, I am the chief who rules over the people, and you are the great ancestral spirit. We live together, hate together, love together, and our blood flows together. This is the oath between kin."

The fire cast flickering light on the tortoise-shell mask. His tone was sincere and warm, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity returned. Lin An nodded subconsciously.

I should try to make some new friends...

In this way, the captain's efforts weren't in vain. He thought.

“Then the oath is effective.” Misuru raised his palm. “I swear that in the deepest recesses of my mind I will never harbor the slightest hostility towards you, now or in the future. For we are blood relatives.”

Before Lin An could reply, the bald man from the hunting team and the woman managing the women hurried over. They gestured to Misuru with their eyes, indicating that they wanted to speak with Lin An alone.

"Lin, see you tomorrow morning."

Misuru left with a keen eye, and the two men immediately reported back to Lin An.

"Lord Ancestral Spirit, just as you predicted, those prisoners who drank the Oolong Dew have turned into half-human, half-wolf monsters and have gone mad and run into the jungle!"

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