World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 300 The Capital of Bantu
The guest invited Lin An onto his boat, which turned out to be his private yacht.

The guest modestly introduced himself as David O'Connor, from the Kingdom of Kiwi. He said he came into contact with the Pentecostal sect in college, and after graduating, he felt too bored at home, so he came to Southern Continent to promote the sect.

Pentecostalism is a Protestant religion, sometimes referred to as monotheism or the monism of a singular God.

This doctrine holds that there is only one God, without any personal distinctions, but that God manifests Himself in many ways, including the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

In this way, believers can focus on learning the core doctrines of the Salvation Church without needing to learn about the history and knowledge of saints, popes, and the Gospels.

In addition, Pentecostalism has another distinctive feature: it believes that "speaking in dialects is evidence of spiritual cleansing."

They believe that the scriptures are not limited to Latin or Hebrew, but can be any language in the world, even dialects that have no written form.

Even though Pentecostalism is a relatively new sect that emerged in the 19th century, it has spread to many non-Western countries thanks to its approachable nature.

The full name of the Southern Pentecostal Sect is "World Pentecostal Holy Grace Organization," a charitable foundation invested in by a group of wealthy individuals from Australia and Kiwi.

Rather than missionary work or baptism, the priests' usual tasks mainly involve distributing supplies, food, and clothing, helping local people fight for their rights, negotiating with unreasonable warlords or governments, and sometimes providing shelter, but they do not participate in armed conflicts.

As Lin An walked toward the deck, he brushed past some sailors whose faces were painted with black, totem-like patterns, whose skin was sallow, and who raised their eyebrows with interest.

Maori people.

Noticing his gaze, David scratched his head.

“They are good at dealing with the sea, so my dad hired them to be my bodyguards, but I consider them brothers.”

"Your family seems quite wealthy," Lin An said casually. "What are you doing in Kiwi Country?"

“Real estate development.” David waved his hands repeatedly. “Not much, just about 5000 million dollars a year for pocket money.”

Good heavens, we ran into a landlord's foolish son halfway there.

Lin An obtained David's email address and planned to connect with him after returning to reality.

David asked with great interest, "What are you going to Kinsasha for? You're not carrying any goods for trade—are you going to visit relatives?"

"I want to see the president," Lin An said bluntly.

"What are you looking for him for?"

"This is a trial..."

David in the time fragment is not a complete personality. He follows Lin An's words and says, "Be careful. Qisekedi Kumasi is a willful giant baby. He is violent by nature, loves to show off, and has caused a lot of social injustice."

"My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are righteous?"

“That’s absolutely right, that’s exactly it!” David slapped his thigh. “Not only because he persecuted Pentecostal believers, but also because of the fact that is universally recognized by various international organizations.”

"Has no one ever boycotted it?"

“Tshisekedi was a master of giving red envelopes. I have a friend who is a journalist, and when she was doing an interview, the president gave her an extra white envelope. ‘This is for your travel expenses,’ the president said, and inside were ten hundred-dollar bills.”

“Another lawyer friend who dealt with him regularly told me that Tshisekedi had a booklet with names next to each name, marked with a series of arrows, boxes, and asterisks, which was a payroll for him to record his illicit income.”

“If the people on the list do their jobs well, the president will give you a raise of several thousand dollars; if you don’t perform well, you will go bankrupt. This gives him more room to govern, weakens the system, and makes officials directly dependent on the president himself.”

Lin An listened to David's logical and reasoned analysis.

Besides governing the country, this booklet may also contain some information about the Seven Deadly Sins.

“Besides,” David changed the subject, “in the West, the southern Middle Continent, and the northern South, Tsekaidi has a very good reputation! Although we on the other side of the ocean know that his only merits are that he is not interested in women and is very devoted to his wife.”

These three locations are the territory of [Black Capital], which shows the influence of its membership system.

“My suggestion is, don’t go see the president. You should just pack your bags and come back to Kigani with me.”

David extended an olive branch, but Lin An smiled without saying a word.

Three days later, the ship was moored on the bank of the Kuba River, alongside a pile of rusty barges.

The boat and the shore were packed with people, pushing and shoving, shouting and yelling. The chaotic scene was so loud it made your ears ring and so dazzling it made your eyes spin. The bright clothes and dark skin formed a stark contrast, making it look like a nonsensical postmodern oil painting.

Without saying goodbye to David, Lin An silently jumped off the boat.

There were many unlicensed taxi drivers parked at the port. When they saw Lin An arrive, they greeted him enthusiastically in a mix of French, local dialect, and English. Some even spoke Chinese, their faces full of flattery.

Lin An casually got into a black car and said, "Drive to the Presidential Palace."

"okay."

Sitting in the back seat, which reeked of smoke, he watched the scenery of the Bantu capital flash by outside the window.

Kinsa is the third largest city in Southern Africa and one of the top 20 cities in the world, yet its scenery resembles an oversized village.

The city was crowded, chaotic, and rife with violence. From the port to the city center was a shantytown full of garbage, with densely packed illegal buildings expanding eastward and southward like bruises and abscesses on the earth's skin.

There is no postal service, no public transportation, and everyone has to grow long, athletic legs.

It was daytime, yet the streets were filled with people without formal jobs, regardless of age or gender. Some were carrying cassava flour, while others were hawking aphrodisiacs, cigarettes, and nail polish along the bustling streets.

A few parks were occupied by vendors and missionaries during the day and became shelters for the homeless at night.

Garbage piled up in open sewers, was carelessly dumped on the roadside, left to rot, and mixed with animal excrement, filling the air with a pungent smell.

The once beautiful city of Kin la Belle has been transformed into the garbage city of Kin la Pouhelle after more than a century of war and division.

After driving for half an hour, everything around them became clean and tidy. The driver told Lin An that ahead lay the Engaliema and Gombe districts, the city center of Kinsasha. The wealthy had raised walls to enclose these two blocks, protecting this remaining privileged area and preventing the poor from the shantytowns from entering.

"Look there."

The driver pointed ahead at a giant 30-meter-tall statue of a human figure, his finger raised high, his eyes gazing upwards.

“That’s a statue of our president,” the driver explained. “The gesture means that he is both majestic and benevolent in guiding lost people along the path he has set for this country, and his eyes are looking toward a bright future.”

Lin An leaned out the window and gazed into the distance.

Beneath the giant statue, elementary school students in blue and white uniforms were touring the area, chatting excitedly, seemingly unaffected by the heavily armed and temperamental presidential guard.

A friendly tour guide, holding a megaphone, was talking incessantly, seemingly praising the president's profound sense of justice.

Lin An vaguely heard the words "election" and "vote".

"King Leopold II once stood there. This Flemish king occupied the Bantu as his private property for 23 years. The founding president toppled it, and Tshisekedi then erected his own statue," the driver explained.

"I see."

As Lin An spoke, he activated the "Golden Hen" skill in "Aladdin's Lamp II: The Black Hen" and silently recited the command.

"Help me find the person corresponding to the statue, help me find Tshisekedi Kumasi."

The energy transformed into a proud black hen, which clucked once, flapped its short wings, and flew out of the black car, speeding forward on the flat, tree-lined avenue.

"Boss, this road leads to the Presidential Palace, which is located behind the Parliament Building, which was built with aid from China." The driver turned around cheerfully. "I can't drive any further, or I'll easily get shot. It's 20 francs in total, how are we going to pay for it—where are the people?"

There was no one in the back seat; Lin An had already used the invisibility ability of [Ghost Deer] to make a quick getaway.

The Philosopher's Stone spun, and the air currents lifted him, following the direction of the little black hen through the same glamorous, leisurely, and bright affluent neighborhood as Beverly Hills, until a flat and wide road appeared.

A private garden with an archway comes into view, filled with vibrant flowers and large groves of palm trees.

Lin An heard animal sounds, especially the roar of a tiger, coming from the president's private zoo.

The magnificent building rose from the ground, more ornate than the Lambridge Grand Hotel, decorated in the same Neo-Romanesque style as the pharmacy, covering an area many times larger than the latter, and using bricks that were all brand new without a single crack.

Lin An swooped down and picked up the little black hen with both hands.

The Presidential Palace covers an area roughly the same size as the area covered by "God's One Eye," and Lin An quickly located a place emitting strong radiation.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person is none other than the "Chief" of the Four Living Gods, and the current Bantu president—Tshisekedi.

Lin An found a hidden corner with a semi-arched doorway and window on the second floor and quietly hid inside.

"Mr. President, there's new information from Mbanbuka. The terrorists calling themselves 'World Tree' are quite troublesome. Local officials are no match for them and are requesting support from the capital's military."

“I don’t think we need to worry about these trivial matters. The Lambridge Hotel is the private property of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. The only problem is taxes, as long as they are willing to pay our 28 taxes.”

"I remember it was 25, and then three more were added?"

"I don't know, but we need to send someone to negotiate with these bandits who have taken over the mountain."

In Lin An's view, the legendary President Tshisekedi Kumasi walked in, surrounded by a group of close associates.

Contrary to expectations, the president was well-proportioned, dressed in a gleaming gold leopard-print uniform with a belt, a sword, tasseled epaulettes, a white flat-top military cap, glasses, and a small mustache.

"No problem, leave it to me."

He repeated the same words to each of his confidants, his confident smile forming a triangle, the corners of his mouth always turned up, full of infectious charm.

Lin An stood on one side of the flower bed, watching his figure disappear into the distance. Just as he was about to sneak into the Presidential Palace to find the "booklet" that David had mentioned, he suddenly heard an unusual sound coming from somewhere.

"Wow..."

[God's One Eye] rotated, and Lin An looked at the dark shadow that flashed and disappeared behind a semi-oval window of the white building.

He immediately went into a state of mental blankness, but did not find any trace of the mysterious person.

Strange, I clearly detected a trace of energy fluctuation from "Comers".

Is the president really a "war emperor"? And that thing is one of the puppets he created?

This is not a good sign.

However, the next moment, something even more ominous happened.

"Da da da."

Footsteps approached, and the leopard-print president suddenly returned, walking straight toward Lin An with an exaggeratedly bright smile on his face.

Found...

Lin An's intuition told him that the president's unusual behavior was probably related to the fleeting energy fluctuations that had just occurred.

Since there was no way to avoid it, he withdrew from "God's One Eye" and jumped out of the second-floor window.

"Hello."

Upon suddenly seeing such a stranger standing brazenly in his garden, unlike his panicked confidants, the president showed no nervousness. Instead, he reached out his hand to show friendliness.

"Hello, thank you for taking the time to visit. It's an honor to meet you. May I ask your name?"

(End of this chapter)