World Occult Usage Guide

The "chief" awoke from his bizarre dream, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, which was drenched in sweat.

He extended one hand and interlocked his fingers.

The complete tactile sensation brought Tsysecdi a long sigh of relief.

“This is not a fragment of time from the ‘God of Truth’,” he muttered to himself. “The ‘Prophet’ is still putting up a stubborn resistance; what an incorrigible old man.”

He carefully recalled the contents of the "dream," but unfortunately, he could only remember some fragmented pieces.

"The power of the 'Lady with the Lamp' has diminished." Tsysekdi snorted. "The Bantu have been too peaceful lately, and the people want to help each other and be loving and affectionate. This won't do..."

Donning a leopard-print coat, the president stepped out of his bedroom, where several close associates were waiting for him.

"Friends! It's time to create some common hatred. Once the people have some free time, they'll easily turn their anger towards my regime." He waved his hand. "Send out the prepared press release saying that the 'Tutsi outsiders' have once again violated the sovereignty of the Bantu."

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Beep beep—"

The president was about to say something when a strange noise suddenly came from behind him. He quickly turned around, closed and locked the door in one go, leaving his confidants somewhat confused.

A bright sphere of light appeared on his bedside table, its light wriggling and coalescing into a mechanical form.

It is a square "screening room" with electronic screens on three sides and a real face on only one side, showing a chubby, curly-haired boy with a rebellious smile unique to teenagers.

“Good evening, my friend from the Nakal Brotherhood!” he said with a smile. “Happy Halloween! Candy or trick-or-treating?”

“You’ll have to come to Bantu before I can treat you to Burger King, Mr. Metalont.” The president rubbed his hands together. “You know, I can’t leave my ‘country’.”

"I understand, but I didn't come here just to freeload. Look, someone's looking for you."

"Who?"

“Your good friend, Alfonso III.”

As "Metalonte" finished speaking, a forced smile appeared on the screen where the static had been. He had just met Zisekdi and immediately got to the point.

"Mr. President, I want to demand an explanation for the death of an employee at the Kinsasha office."

"Knock knock!"

At the same time, someone knocked on the president's door.

"Mr. President, something terrible has happened! An urgent message has been received from the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce office!"

…………

"The entry 'Master of Hidden Knowledge II: The Great Red Dragon' has been included. You have obtained the media 'Emperor of War' x3, 'Seeker of Knowledge' x2, 'God of Agriculture' x2, and 'Lord of the Earth' x1."

Lin An returned to the familiar Lambridge Grand Hotel. A torrential downpour was falling, and a red frog was taking shelter from the rain on the window.

Listening to the system's calm prompts, he immersed his consciousness in [God's One Eye], raised his middle finger, and listened quietly.

The prophet did not respond.

He brought up the green data and scanned the newly added entries.

[Name]: Big Red Dragon

[Rating]: Legendary D-Tier

Radiation level: 22.3%
[Pollution Level]: 18.1%
[Media]: War Emperor
Guessed it.

The female office worker was indeed one of the three legendary members of Kinsasha mentioned by Kevin, and her mysterious prototype came from a modern copy of the "Great Magic Book"—the magic book "The Great Red Dragon".

The Great Demon's Codex consists of two volumes. The first volume, which was lost in the printed version, contains spells and techniques for making contracts with various demons of hell and giving them commands. The second volume, however, has been preserved.

Popular versions refer to them as "The Sanctuary" and "The Secret of the Magical Art," respectively. The former records the methods of making and using ritual props, while the latter describes some "tricks" such as transfiguration, eavesdropping, and countering theft.

Previously, Lin An had collected two mythical entries about the Countess, namely "The Hand of Lucifer Lofocal" and "Repeating Nebiros's Words", but because they involved demon summoning, he dared not use them rashly without a contract triangle array.

So this time, I made a decisive move and included the entry for "The Great Red Dragon".

Aside from the eavesdropping spell that conflicts with the "One Eye of God," the second entry in "The Great Red Dragon" is none other than "The Creation of the Mortier Stone."

Ematille, also known as the Bloodstone, is a semi-precious stone with magical or healing properties, and it often appears in wizarding and witchcraft rituals.

It is an empowering stone that is said to grant the user's wishes.

Ancient Egyptians and Greeks believed that bloodstone fell from the sky and had the power to protect health, ward off evil spirits or Lamia vampires, and cure internal diseases.

After it spread to the West, especially the Mediterranean region, bloodstone was believed to have the power to prevent evil eyes, as it could prevent demons from invading the spirit and soul of the possessed person.

In ritual magic, it is believed to possess magical power, enough to ward off unruly demons.

Without hesitation, Lin An immediately used the entry.

The energy transformed into a green jade with red spots, slowly taking shape, and the Mortier Stone appeared.

When Lin An held it, he could feel that the stone was composed of pure "Kromos" energy, and its cold surface was engraved with inverted cross patterns.

This is the bloodstone used in "The Great Demon's Codex".

Next, all that's needed is to find two contract candles, which shouldn't be difficult for Lin An.

The prophet's time fragment was from a month earlier in the real timeline. The Red Poppy Merchant Guild had just received news of the fall of Mbanbuka and hadn't had time to transfer the powerful mystic to the Kinsasha office.

The office is now completely unprepared and at Lin An's mercy.

Next time I go to Kinsasha, I'll first go to the Chamber of Commerce office and make a quick buck, then I'll go see the president.

Thinking of Tshisekedi, Lin An's eyes darkened. He picked up the paper and pen on the table and wrote down the information about this cycle.

First, the medium through which the president is represented is not the "Emperor of War" or the "Chief Judge," but most likely the "Lord of Dreams" or the "Mother of Desire."

His mystical arts are related to influencing, amplifying, and modifying emotions, covering a wide range and affecting numerous targets.

Once influenced by the energy, those people will see his target as a thorn in their side, while Tshisekedi himself will remain hidden in the background.

Does he have to kill all the ordinary people who work for him before the president will reveal himself? Lin Anke couldn't do such a thing. First, he didn't like to attack ordinary people, and second, killing so many people would cause the Mysterious Encyclopedia to become extremely polluted.

Secondly, unlike the prophet, the "thing" that spoke to Lin An was like a lifeless puppet, without even a soul that could be locked onto.

However, according to the mysterious source, the president that Lin An saw was indeed the real person.

The final point of contention is the so-called First Lady, who is believed to be at the source level, as she can influence the figures in the bottle.

Not only that, even the Red Poppy Merchants Association consulted with her, completely ignoring Tshisekedi.

Recalling the various suspicious points, Lin An turned on his computer and began to look up the information about the First Lady.

As the mother of a nation, the all-powerful internet will inevitably leave its mark on her.

The search results were shocking. The internet said that Tshisekedi was 41 years old when he succeeded as president, had married seven wives and had more than twenty children, and would frequently take concubines and have children from 2030 to 2036.

Even with the help of the "Black Capital" to suppress him, international public opinion frequently criticizes his corruption and womanizing.

In July 2036, Tshisekedi suddenly announced his conversion to Catholicism, respecting the teachings of monogamy. He divorced all his wives and married a new one, who is now the First Lady.

It happened to be the year that Comors' orbits overlapped...

The First Lady's resume is incredibly remarkable, with rumors circulating online. The mainstream version says she was a girl the president met at a local church, who redeemed the confused president with her loving words, leading him to "turn over a new leaf," and the two fell in love.

The girl was an orphan who was adopted and raised by the church from a young age. She had no parents or origins.

A more sinister explanation is that the First Lady was an "ancestral spirit" summoned by Tshisekedi through some kind of sorcery, whom he imprisoned and used for his own purposes.

Regardless of which is true, the First Lady rarely attends various Bantu events, and the work of accompanying the President is mostly done by the eldest sons of his ex-wives.

After organizing the data, Lin An propped his head up with his hand, a bold hypothesis emerging in his mind.

As the "rumor" suggests, the First Lady may indeed be just a mysterious embodiment of the President, or even one of his mysterious objects.

The energy she exudes may originate from the president himself.

After all, the source level is not like the cabbage that can be found everywhere.

In our first encounter, neither Qisekedi nor I used our full strength. We tested each other with simple mystical arts, keeping our true trump cards in our hands.

As for the deal Tshisekedi mentioned... Lin An didn't believe in a traitor with a history of betrayal.

During the four days of waiting for David, Lin An continued to wander around Mbanbuka as usual. The One Eye of God had once revealed the approaching footsteps of the prophet.

It did not disturb Lin An, but observed from afar for a moment before returning to the real timeline.

Lin An's measurements continued to rise steadily, but the degree of fusion was difficult to increase because the deviation value exceeded 90%.

If what used to be considered "idling to collect measurement values" is now basically of no benefit to Lin An, staying in the loop time is no longer helpful.

Finally, on the fourth day of the seven-day period, Lin An left the hotel early.

The Kuba River flowed turbulently, and David's private steamer emitted a dull "whoosh" sound, blending into the morning hustle and bustle, as its massive shadow slowly approached the banks of Mbanbuka.

Before long, the young man from Kiwi, swaying his head and bobbing his shoulders, walked happily toward the restaurant, whistling and looking like an optimist.

Leaning against the shadow of a half-broken wall, Lin Jing waited for the right moment to strike up a conversation.

Suddenly, the system gave an unexpected notification.

"You have received a message from user Ranger_10. Do you want to check the user's status immediately?"

"Lin, we have been formally declared war on by Kinsasha!"

"Was it this morning's news?" Lin An's expression turned serious.

"Hmm! Although it should be at least a few weeks before the army arrives, since we learned the news, the warlords, gangsters and civilians who originally supported us have suddenly refused to cooperate with the World Tree. Even those cowardly officials have become unusually tough."

"Are they saying things like, 'You don't belong to the Bantu, you're an intruder'?"

“That’s right, the president declared us traitors and that we should be deported…” Mezzo reported uneasily. “We’re impersonating your shapeshifting wizards to appease the people, but I only care about what you think.”

"Conserve your energy and bide your time," Lin An instructed. "This unusual sentiment likely stems from the mystical arts of Qisekedi. No matter what you do, you can't satisfy those people—has the entire Mbanbuka begun to oppose the [World Tree]?"

"At least the tribesmen who came with us were not affected."

What are the characteristics of those who rebel?

"Perhaps it's because they love the Bantu people?"

Patriots...

Lin An seemed to be deep in thought when he asked, "What else did the shapeshifting wizard say?"

"He told us to be prepared to fight the president to the end, no matter how many people are sacrificed."

sacrifice……

Hearing this word, Lin An felt a pang in his heart, a mixture of anger and incomprehension.

First they stole my World Tree, then they replaced my Ranger name, and now they're ordering my companions to die for their ideals and responsibilities?
If they really died in the war, died from the nonchalant, condescending clashes between members of the aristocratic families, wouldn't that be a repeat of the events of April 1st in Dietrich...?

Lin An narrowed his eyes.

Prophet, you have overstepped your bounds.

After offering a few words of comfort to Mezzo, he touched his taut lips and casually walked past the restaurant, where David and the owner were arguing heatedly about the use of "money."

After resolving the dispute in the same way, Lin An took the opportunity to offer to be David's boat, to which the latter readily agreed.

"By the way, buddy, what are you doing in Kinsasha?" the kiwi asked curiously.

Unlike last time, Lin An gave him a slight smirk and responded directly.

"Get those two fighting bastards a rabies shot." (End of Chapter)