World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 299 The First Finger

"Through your testimony, the illustration of [God's One Eye II - Hand of Fatima] has been unlocked."

[Title]: God's One Eye II
[Rating]: Legendary C-grade

Radiation level: 25.8%
[Pollution Level]: 0%
[Medium]: The seeker of knowledge

As expected of an antique from a prestigious family, even a wisp of energy has elevated the rating and radiation level of this mysterious item.

Lin An observed the Hand of Fatima with great interest. It consists of two layers. One is the light hidden inside, which comes from the flower stamen deep in the "Nine Heavens of Dante". The concentric circles of the radiant lake of light bloom and close, creating a breathtaking scene.

However, its exterior is covered with a glass-like transparent "mirror" that resembles a right hand.

The palm is exposed, with the fingers slightly spread apart.

Currently, the palm and the rest of the fingers appear as if they are made of colorless glass, with only one finger painted with a sky-blue decoration, the arc-shaped wave pattern flowing like ocean waves.

As the light flowed across the sky-blue arc pattern, Lin An suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Hissing, hissing, splashing..."

A kind of winding, upward sound came, and then everything in front of them began to collapse in a clockwise spiral, converging into a python the size of a city-state.

The prophet has come.

What I was hearing was a sign that it was crawling towards me from the underworld.

Not only can you hear the sounds of reality, but you can also hear the sounds of different worlds and dimensions.

Lin An narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the sky-blue middle finger represented the "hearing" of the five senses.

The specific image of the Hand of Fatima originated in the Canaanite region and is based on five faiths: faith, prayer, charity, fasting, and pilgrimage.

Later, through the spread by the Hebrews and Abyssinians, the five fingers acquired a new meaning.

The Hebrews gave them the meaning of the Pentateuch; while the Southern Africans transformed them into five senses: sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch.

The middle finger I received signifies omnipotent "hearing." Lin An thought, next time, whenever in doubt, I'll just give the enemy the middle finger first.

The prophet before them did not remain silent for long before speaking.

"You have gained a piece of knowledge from Nzambhi."

"Really?" Lin An asked in return. "It seems you know 'my' situation better than I do."

“You have absolute freedom in this fragment of time. After all, I don’t want to imprison you. Instead, I want to make a deal: once the Bantu are revived, I will naturally let you go.”

What if you fail?

The python's tail, like that of a restless cat, lashed the water's surface, creating ripples that spread outwards: "Then you shall wait for the day when the 'Comers' orbit leaves Titan."

It paused, feeling that its previous words had been too condescending, and then hesitantly tried to salvage the situation.

"Because if I fail, you will be implicated by the 'chief,' so it's better to stay here and wait for all the radiation and pollution to disappear; as for if I succeed, I will grant you one request that I can make."

"Didn't you give me that finger so I could study it when I'm bored?" Lin An changed the subject.

“You can use it to pass the time; the ancient mysteries hidden there are something even I haven’t fully grasped the essence of every wisdom.” The python lowered its head and stared at Lin An, its eyes as large as life-size mirrors. “But you can’t ‘take it away’.”

"Oh?"

"I don't know what 'seeker' methods you used to permanently extract a trace of Enzambhi's finger's energy, which caused me to lose that knowledge, and my successor will never be able to obtain this knowledge again."

"This thing is related to your skill tree?" Lin An raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Anyway, ranger, I’m sharing my knowledge with you out of affection and because I value the blood that flows in your veins and is connected to our ancestors. Otherwise, I could have withdrawn my finger and left you to idly stay here!”

"Okay, okay..." Lin An nodded repeatedly. He had never heard such a weak threat before.

There is a reason why the prophet awakened the medium of the "God of Truth." He would never have participated in the war between the mystics if he hadn't been forced into a corner.

“Since this is your first offense, I’ll let it slide,” the python said. “But ranger, this will not happen a second time.”

"What if you get pregnant?" Lin An asked deliberately. "Excuse my bluntness, but you betrayed me. Do you intend to continue repaying kindness with enmity?"

"Uh……"

The python was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a while, it said awkwardly, "It's best if there doesn't happen a second time, otherwise I will take back this finger, find another place to store it, and shorten your cycle time."

It turned out he wasn't just trying to distract me with his finger; it was also because keeping it with me was the safest option for the prophet. Lin An understood his motives and shrugged.

"You're making the 'seeker of knowledge' endlessly go through meaningless repetition. Are you going to kill me, my friend?"

This unintentional call of "friend" awakened a memory deep within the prophet's heart belonging to the carpenter Zai. His whole body trembled, and the entire world blurred for a moment. Taking advantage of this, Lin An used the Philosopher's Stone to block the One Eye of God and aimed it at the other.

The eye in the center of its palm is wide open, radiating a dazzling light that brushes against its scales.

"what happened--"

Before the python could finish speaking, Lin An swiftly retrieved the two mysterious items, and the strange phenomenon immediately disappeared. It resumed its upright posture, suspiciously shaking its huge head, spitting out its bright red forked tongue, and looking around.

"Are you having a fit?" Lin An asked, feigning concern.

"Forest ranger, I have said all I need to say." The prophet's gentle tone suddenly turned cold. "Do not break my rules. This is the first warning." "What was that just now?" Lin An asked knowingly.

“Just a little dazed, or maybe—” the python hissed, “Anyway, it’s none of your business. Ranger, keep studying your fingers and don’t cause any more trouble that will distract me.”

"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing."

"swear."

“I swear I will never again take Nzabi’s energy from the finger you inherited.”

"Remember your words."

The python glared at Lin An with its vertical pupils. The space spiraled outward, and the bustling streets and busy people of Mbanbuka stretched out from their scales, returning to their original, flesh-and-blood forms.

After seeing off the culprit, Lin An was filled with mixed emotions.

It seems the prophet is too busy governing Mbanbuka to keep an eye on Lin An in the fragments of time 24/7 like a petri dish, so he instructed him to "focus on studying the kaleidoscope I gave you and not cause any trouble!"
Taking out the Hand of Fatima, Lin An traced its origins back to legendary level and used it to briefly make contact with the prophet's physical form.

However, this contact was limited to "hearing" and the range of discernment was very small. It was only barely successful because the other party's will wavered.

The radiation level was too low, and the completion was not satisfactory, so Lin An only tested the effect before immediately hiding it back in the Philosopher's Stone, afraid that the other party would find out.

However, he found a way to break the deadlock.

Since the finger inherited by the prophet can perfect the Hand of Fatima, so too can the sorcerer, the witch, and the chieftain.

As he pondered this, Lin An stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, sir, please wait!" came a shout from behind, from the same customer. "You've finally stopped."

"Is there a problem?"

"The restaurant owner and I fell into deep thought and realized that we hadn't considered the issue from the perspective of 'personal experience'." The guest scratched his head. "I said I was too arrogant, he said he was too stubborn, and then we smiled at each other."

"That's great, long live understanding."

After a moment of hesitation, the guest got straight to the point: "You are someone who understands Bantu and has received higher education. I wonder if you would be interested in learning about the 'Five-fold Sect'?"

He thought Lin An would at least push him away, but to his surprise, he agreed with a smile.

"Okay."

"Eh?"

"How about we talk as we walk?" Lin An took the initiative and pulled him out a 20-yuan note. "I need to go to Kinshasa, give me a boat ticket."

The customer readily agreed and even tried to push the money back.

“We are an international charity, and the hotel owner said that Bantu people prefer bartering to money. So, all you have to do is help me revise the scriptures on the ship to make them easier to spread in the South Asia.”

"You seem quite interested in things here." Lin An raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, I’ve been an internationalist since university.” The guest patted his chest, looking proud. “Then it’s settled! Come with me!”

"Woo——"

The ship let out a loud, long blast of its horn, startling the birds perched on the water's edge. The workers, about to head home from get off work, shuddered and cast disapproving glances at it.

“I’ve decided to take this young magician with me.” The guest waved to the ship in the distance, its massive body turning and slowly approaching the shore. “—Aho, set sail! To Kinsasha!”

…………

"Da da da."

The helicopter landed in the center of the concrete tarmac, and a person dressed in leopard-print casual hunting attire, wearing flip-flops and various medals on his chest stepped out.

His worried, sycophantic confidants, who followed his every word, suddenly surrounded him, and someone asked a question.

"Mr. President, what was the outcome of your negotiations with the Chamber of Commerce?"

"Don't worry," the man said with a beaming smile. "As long as I'm here, we'll definitely get through this."

"But the chamber of commerce's leader suddenly refused to provide personnel support and turned a blind eye to the situation in Mbanbuka, seemingly trying to force us to take action," the confidant said. "The reason we haven't taken action ourselves before is precisely because we're afraid of this election..."

"Businessmen are always indecisive and afraid of bloodshed. His cowardice is understandable, but it's nothing to me!" The man in the leopard-print suit smiled. "Don't worry, because I'll handle it!"

His enthusiasm influenced those around him, who couldn't help but hold their heads high, as if they had already won a victory.

"Mr. President, what should we do next?"

Do you have a gun on you?

The confidant he was asked about shook his head.

The leopard-print president let out another hearty laugh, drew a pistol from his waist, and threw it at him.

"Here you go! From today onwards, you are the Minister of War!"

(End of this chapter)