World Occult Usage Guide

The somber greenery contrasts with the murky streams flowing through the rainforest, and the sounds of the wild are deafening; just the monkeys and gorillas passing by are probably of several different species.

When Lin An returned to the Spotted Lion Tribe, the situation had already stabilized rapidly under Misuru's control, and he also learned about the mysterious awakening of the young chieftain.

Unfortunately, Lin An didn't have time to use the "Edit" function and was unable to include this entry.

Misuru was unsure of his mysterious prototype, and Lin An had no data on it for the time being. In any case, this young chieftain was at least a legendary mystic.

“I saw an illusory mist, and three different ghosts approached me: the white Kurus, the red Makira, and the yellow Dinganga.”

In the chief’s hut, Misuru described the scene to Linan and the other tribesmen.

"They attach themselves to people as soon as they hear my command. Kurus makes people dizzy and hallucinates, Makira can fight with a machete or a bow and arrow, and Dinganga is willing to tell me some wisdom about the past, present and future."

"That means there are three types of troops," Lin An said thoughtfully.

“That’s one way to put it.” Misuru scratched his head. “There are 20 ghosts who obey my commands: 10 Kurus, 9 Makira, and 1 Dinganga.”

For a newly awakened mystic, this number is definitely quite large.

Is he a mythical figure?

Mythical prototype of the Bantu...

"Forest ranger, do you know 'Entu' and 'Nomo'?"

Suddenly, a voice, both real and unreal, rang in Lin An's ears. Lin An knew it was the ghost of the priest Zai speaking.

Lin An was not familiar with the Bantu mythology, not because he was uninterested, but because most of the legends of the Bantu, or the Southern Continent, were passed down orally and there were very few written records.

Therefore, the only way to further understand their mystery is to talk to the locals, such as... this pastor with quite a background.

"I don't know, what is it?" Lin An asked honestly.

“There is a word in Bantu called ‘Montu,’ which literally means ‘person.’ But in reality, you can call a living person, a dead person, an unborn fetus, and even a deity ‘Montu.’”

"Is it……"

Lin An discovered that Zai had revealed his form. Unlike the crazy man, he had slanted eyes, a high forehead, and the darkest brown eyes with light cream-colored whites, like a pharaoh or a god in an Egyptian mural.

“Apart from people, other things are called ‘Kintu’—animals, stones, plants; places or times are called ‘Hantu’. The quality of something is ‘Kuntu’—for example, beautiful, ugly, kind, treacherous, stingy, and generous.”

"All these things have one common name, 'Entu.' Everything here is Entu."

Zai briefly told Lin An that Omtu refers to a state of perpetual slumber until they are awakened by the 'Nomo,' a force that makes things what they are—it makes people into people, trees, or animals.

"Then where did Nomo come from?" Lin An asked.

Zai pointed to his mouth: "Special songs, special poems, special screams, special prayers, and special names."

"Words?"

“That’s right. The person standing in front of you has mastered the Nomo of ghosts, so he can command some of the ghosts that died nearby. We call such people ‘Enkitas,’ which means ‘messenger who infuses Nomo into Ntu.’”

“Enkitas…”

“Ghosts who died in different ways in life possess different powers after death, and they are distinguished by color,” Zai explained.

Lin An glanced at the proudly standing Misuru, and the system displayed a green panel.

[Name]: Enkitas, the Nomor Manipulator, the Lord of Ghosts

[Rating]: Mythical B-level

Radiation level: 0.1%
[Pollution Level]: 0.8%
[Media]: War Emperor
It truly is mythical.

It seems that the battle orchestrated by the Countess became, in some way, Misuru's awakening ritual.

If she knew she had actually helped the enemy, would she be so angry she'd come back to life?

While Lin An was pondering, Misuru continued speaking.

"In short, once I gained control of Dava, I tried my best to intervene in the battle and prevent the situation from escalating further."

“Others helped too,” Mezo clapped his hands as he listened in. “Our tribe has many mystics.”

"But I will definitely contribute the most!" Misuru patted his chest confidently.

"Preliminary estimates indicate a total of 58 dead, with no casualties among the Mysterious Ones," Mayer added solemnly. "Only five of them were members of the Lion Clan; the rest were from other tribes. Ap has already sent messengers to inquire about the situation there."

"The situation in the rainforest is probably not optimistic..." Lin An thought of the tragic state of another tribe not long ago and couldn't help but marvel at the widespread power of the "War Emperor".

The efficiency with which such a large number of civilians died in an instant is such that even the "Judge," who is skilled at killing, would have to admit defeat.

“But I quelled the fighting in time, and I stopped the riots by the Lion Clan!” Misuru shouted again.

Mayer rolled his eyes, and Mezzo yawned, completely unfazed by his self-aggrandizing attitude.

Lin An hesitated for a long time. He really wanted to ask if Edward and Fu Bin's construction team were among the dead, but seeing that Misuru was getting more and more depressed, he had to pat him on the shoulder to encourage him.

“I heard you. You did a great job, Misuru.”

According to everyone's description, Misuru not only suppressed most of his people, but also extinguished the flames of internal hostility after the war.

As a mysterious newcomer to the world of "Comers," he is truly remarkable; most people cannot handle the energy of that world as effortlessly as he does.

Upon hearing Lin An's praise, Misuru's pure black eyes immediately lit up, her joy evident on her face, while Mezo, standing beside her, grabbed Lin An's hand and placed it on her hair.

"Touch me, I did a great job too."

"What did you do?" Lin An asked, both amused and exasperated.

“I survived,” Mezzo said matter-of-factly. “I survived another day. I’m great.”

Another thought entered Lin An's mind, from the seemingly indifferent but socially anxious Mayer.

"Actually, I also contributed a lot... although it was some post-war work... but I was great too..."

"Yes, you're great."

Lin An took the opportunity to praise her, and Maye's cheeks turned red instantly. She cleared her throat several times but could not regain her usual meticulousness.

Looking at the three siblings with their different expressions, Lin An suddenly hallucinated three different dogs for some reason.

Tibetan Mastiff, Pomeranian, German Shepherd?

Why do I have this misconception?
It must be because he was too tired from fighting with the Countess... After suppressing his thoughts, Lin An confirmed that the Grand Elder, Edward and others were alive, and then instructed Ap to hold a simple funeral for the deceased clansmen.

There were basically no problems within the Lion Tribe, but what was giving Lin An a headache was another group of people.

Tigerfish Tribe.

Manipulated by the countess, they swarmed out, armed with rifles and cannons, to attack the Lion Tribe and some nearby small tribes. By this time, they had been bound and guarded by the mysterious figures.

Meyer did not count the number of deaths in the Tigerfish tribe, but his preliminary estimate was that they lost at least three hundred people in the Lion tribe, most of whom were killed by the Mystic, and some were beaten to death by the angry Lion tribesmen after surrendering.

These people living in the harsh rainforest don't treat their captives with any courtesy; the fact that they weren't cooked and eaten is already quite "civilized."

If they hadn't wanted to wait for Lin An's decision, the Tigerfish tribe would probably have been thrown into the Kuba River to feed the crocodiles by the Spotted Lion tribe.

After listening to Mayer's report, Lin An pondered for a moment.

"By the way, where is Susumi?"

“Lord Ancestral Spirit, please follow me.” A hint of reluctance flashed across Maye’s eyes. “The Yadamu are guarding them.”

As Lin An stepped out of the thatched hut, he suddenly noticed that the sunlight had disappeared, and the sultry wind carried a damp chill.

He looked up and saw a low-lying cloud sweep by, obscuring the golden sun. Tens of thousands of tiny flying ants gathered together, continuously emitting a low buzzing sound that stretched all the way to the horizon.

The already humid air became even more damp, and the air pressure was so low it felt like water was about to seep out.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled in the distance, followed by a light drizzle that smelled of grass falling on Lin An's head.

"The rainy season is coming," he heard Zai say slowly.

…………

The room, decorated with handmade sheepskin rugs, Renaissance paintings, and copper candles, features a highly modern crystal chandelier that emits a bright yet soft glow, like a gleaming golden arc that makes the shape of each exquisite piece of furniture clearly discernible.

There was a rectangular dining table in the room, with fresh tulips in a blue and white porcelain vase in the center, adding to the colorful scene.

The fireplace has been improved, with a high-definition screen continuously playing videos of firewood burning, which, along with the crackling stereo sound, adds a touch of warmth.

The man at one side of the table scooped up a spoonful of creamy asparagus soup, but hesitated to put it in his mouth. He stared intently at the expression on the face of the person opposite him through the bright tulips.

"Is something troubling you, Your Excellency Jacob?" The person being stared at paused his elegant dining posture and spoke in a polite yet distant tone, "I'd be happy to help you resolve your troubles."

"This is our last meal at Mary King's Castle. Tomorrow I'm going to Lacono, and you're heading to the perilous Swahili," said Jacob van Hofwegen, president of the Red Poppy Merchants' Guild. "It's hard not to feel a little sad."

“I listen to my dear Aunt St. Aniloff, and you obey the instructions of the esteemed Mrs. Adria Hughes.”

The man smiled and put down his knife and fork.

"We're all running around for our beautiful wives, like the knight in shining armor in poetry. Don't you think that's romantic?"

"Haha, Mr. Jericho, you're so funny..."

Jacob offered a forced smile and then finally couldn't resist getting straight to the point.

"To be honest, what worries me is the result of the divination. The stars formed an ominous pattern, which tells me that my poor sister-in-law has died a violent death."

"This is the worst news I've ever heard. May God bless her soul."

Jericho's handsome face wore a perfectly timed smile, like a friendly yet distant artificial intelligence that only showed emotional fluctuations when its own interests were involved.

“I once gave her some inspiration from the ‘Lady with the Lamp,’ and she herself is a mythical mystic,” Jacob said casually. “I only want to provide you with information about Atticus, Mr. Jericho.”

"You believe he killed her?"

Jacob nodded: "At this point, let alone us, even the mystics of myths or legends would find it difficult to truly kill each other. My poor Mariette still has the life-saving charm I gave her. I can't think of any other possibility besides Atticus."

"What you said is terrifying!"

"I'm heartbroken! I never thought Mariette would die. I thought she would become a ghost and come back, but I never imagined she would leave me forever."

“Atticus still possesses this power…” Yelige rested his chin on his hand, “What do you intend to do?”

“I am no match for the man who captured Atiksha,” Jacob sighed. “Besides, he had already sent warning signals, but I was unable to stop Mariette from going her own way… From now on, I can only stay as far away from the Bantu rainforest as possible; I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

Please accept my condolences.

"This proves that Attica is a hidden danger. Even as a prisoner, he can still harass our lower-level members by continuously changing bodies, and his clones even have the power to kill Mariette."

"We need to be more careful from now on," Jericho said casually.

"Watch out for Atticha, or... that person?"

"I don't know, this is the duty of you 'Seven Deadly Sins Demon Lords'."

Jacob found it difficult to discern subtle emotions from this polite man, so he changed the subject.

"May God bless her. Fortunately, we will never lose another friend or family member again soon."

“Under the radiation of ‘Commerx,’ the mystics will soon achieve immortality.” Jericho, unusually, didn’t use neutral terms and praised it directly, “This must be a perfect utopia.”

"Let's wait and see."

The next moment, a tiny ball of light appeared above the blue and white porcelain vase, attracting the attention of the two. It spun rapidly, and its cold light was reflected in their pupils, condensing into a concrete mechanical form.

It is surrounded by a screen on three sides, and a face with only the head flashes on it.

"Good evening, my friends from the Nakal Brotherhood!"

The lively and melodious sound of the light orb dispelled the somber atmosphere of high society, and he turned to Jericho.

"Hello, my shameless relative! Didn't you choke on your asparagus today?"

“Thanks to you, dear cousin, I am doing very well.” Jericho remained unfazed. “I am in good health, my work is going well, my family is happy, and my brothers are kind and loving.”

"Okay, Halloween bonus coins, buy me an Iberian ham."

Upon hearing these outrageous words, Jericho's calm expression finally cracked, and Jacob quickly interjected.

"Mr. Metalont, is there something you need from me?" (End of Chapter)