World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 304 Seven Key Members
"Mr. President, I am here to demand an explanation for the death of an employee at the Kinsasha office."

Tsycee felt he had heard this phrase somewhere before, and after a moment's thought, he realized what was unusual.

“Alfonso III, do not worry, this happened in the past of the ‘God of Truth’.”

The president explained the prophet's mystical arts, and the people there also reached a conclusion using his methods.

"The 'Prophet' created a time fragment and killed my employees inside it??"

"From what I understand, when he wants to increase his pollution level, he will take the initiative to act in the time fragments, perhaps because he encountered setbacks in the real timeline."

Tsycee's lips curved into a perfect smile.

"More likely, he imprisoned someone in the Time Fragment, and the poor fellow couldn't stand the loneliness and attacked your Chamber of Commerce."

“I see.” The person on the screen nodded. “Luckily, I cleared up the misunderstanding in time. Otherwise, according to the internal rules of the New Seven Deadly Sins, I would have the right to initiate an expulsion vote against you.”

"I'm sorry to hear that your employee died on my turf."

“How boring.” A chubby face turned around. “I thought I was going to see a great debate! I even messaged my brothers and sisters to be on the jury.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Metalont.” The president’s smile remained bright. “I have always been wholeheartedly devoted to [Black City].

"Given the chance, no one in the world would be unwilling to pledge allegiance to that uncrowned queen. It's just that the screening threshold of the Abyss Hall is very high, and people are also mindful of past relationships."

The young man picked up a handful of Cheetos, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed while talking.

"Want to give it a try?"

"I……"

"I'll take that as a yes!"

The young man clapped his hands, and the folded cube unfolded, revealing five screens plus his face lined up in a row. The flashing snowflakes illuminated Tsyse's smirking face from six directions.

Behind him, the equatorial sunset sank below the horizon.

The office lights were off, making the half-body portrait even clearer in the darkness.

"The trial begins." The young man spread his hands solemnly. "You may go to the restroom or buy some popcorn before everyone arrives. There will be no break in this meeting."

Even when surrounded by onlookers like they were in a circus, the president maintained a genuine smile, letting the young people do as they pleased.

However, the next moment, his eyes suddenly changed.

His pupils, as black as ink and as still as a deep well, contracted, revealing a hint of emotion.

"Oh dear, 'Mop Head' is late again. You're always more punctual, 'Pirate Mercenary'."

The young man continued to chatter on, his unruly and arrogant display of his superiority was unmistakable. Tsycee, who had initially greeted him with a smile, could no longer contain himself and abruptly stood up.

"Wow!"

The chair scraped against the floor with a screeching sound, drawing the young man's attention.

"what happened?"

"I have something urgent to attend to, I'll be going out for a bit."

The president covered his drooping lips with one hand and strode out of the office before revealing his impatience.

The 3D projected bust of a young man deliberately spun around in mid-air and made a "goodbye" gesture using the popular sign language on MyTube.

"May your bowel movements be smooth! Brothers and sisters, Leopard President AFK."

Tshisekedi nearly stumbled as the door slammed shut.

Not only was he afraid of showing his disgust and being humiliated by the young man, but he also left mainly because he discovered that a mysterious person had infiltrated the presidential palace.

The visitor is not good.

He actually rushed straight into that room...

Tshisekedi's eyes darkened, and he quickened his pace.

After he left, a tiny figure leaped from the windowsill and vaulted into the empty office.

The alchemical creature had exquisite features and was surrounded by a distorted and illusory aura, as if it were walking in an alternate dimension separated from reality, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye.

It is Lin An's "The Little Man in the Bottle".

According to the prophet, the chief stole the fingers of the creator god that the witch and the sorcerer inherited, plus one of his own, making a total of three.

Tshisekedi placed them in different locations and hid them in different ways.

So Lin An and the demon split up. He went to the women's room and had the latter and the "little man in the bottle" search the president's office together.

That strange energy might detect the mysterious person himself, but it's not very sensitive to mysterious objects.

As Lin An approached the women's room, he immediately sensed the presence of "Komoss".

Tshisekedi noticed him.

It's alright. Lin An sank his consciousness into the little figure in the bottle. The office decor he had visited once came into view. To his surprise, six flickering screens were floating in the air.

The display screen is about the size of a 70-inch television. The bizarrely shaped half-body figures and tiny, colorful, luminous particles flicker together, creating a sense of both eeriness and futurism.

It seems that, according to the development of human society, this will one day become a reality.

Don't forget your promise!

Lucifer Rofocal charged toward a certain spot, causing six monitors to tremble violently. Unlike ordinary surveillance cameras, these monitors were able to capture changes in Comors' energy.

"Oh ho, you're back so soon?"

A mocking voice rang out, and Lin An narrowed his eyes. Anyone appearing in the presidential office was definitely not a good person. Fortunately, he had simply mistaken the demonic energy for Tshisekedi.

It seems these "surveillance cameras" are not very accurate.

Without dispelling the Dreamer's Space, Lin An manipulated the little figure in the bottle into the office, where the people on the six screens chatted amongst themselves.

"The leopard-print president isn't back. You must be mistaken," a neutral voice said. "I'm more curious about your past than him. Since it's just a fragment of time, why don't you elaborate?"

“Okay,” the original voice continued, “My reasons for joining Black City are different from yours.”

The speaker was a young man with a humped, bulbous nose, and dark brown curly hair. He looked to be under thirty and was wearing a greasy plaid shirt.

He held a can of cola in one hand and rested his chin on his other hand, talking animatedly in a gaming chair.

[Black City]?
Could this group of people be the new Seven Deadly Sins Demon Lord?
Lin An counted them, and including Qisekedi, there were exactly seven people, which perfectly matched the number of people in the email. He couldn't help but prick up his ears.

“I was a core member of [Yicileye], and even the next, uh, heir to the dynasty? I am the only surviving child of the esteemed Lady St. Anilov.”

Yi Ci Le Ye...

The foundation's president, Jericho, is from the same family as the Enochians, who were God's followers after the division of the Hebrews.

The reason the St. Anilof Foundation is named this is because the core of Yici Leye is the St. Anilof family.

Whenever anyone mentions the Foundation, it increases the measure of the Lord of Blessing.

This is probably why the Enochians allowed Jericho's ancestors to go to sea and spread their lineage.

When Jericho made deals with Zion and the Dawn Society, selling out the Foundation, there must have been considerations regarding the letter names, measurements, and the propagation of the "Lady with the Lamp."

What appears to be an authoritative official guardian organization in the eyes of ordinary people may simply be a means for some high-ranking mysterious figure to gather power and create a network.

The principles they adhered to, the beliefs they held firmly, and the life goals they achieved were merely tools for powerful families to play their game of chess.

Fortunately, I escaped their "chessboard".

Some of the questions that had puzzled him for a long time suddenly became clear, and Lin An continued to listen.

The chubby young man took a sip of his sugary soda: "Before I turned 18, my life consisted only of rabbis and the Mosaic Commandments. Later, I was admitted to the Barcelona Theological Seminary."

"Until I went on exchange to the University of Texas... As soon as I got off the plane, the sweet air hit me. My classmates were incredibly warm and friendly. In just a few days, we became like brothers, and they even treated me to my first Burger King meal."

“I only eat kosher food and have never tasted pork, so much so that I vomited and had diarrhea after eating a hamburger, but at that moment I finally understood what I wanted to do—break with tradition, long live freedom!”

The young man raised his Coca-Cola can and made a toasting gesture.

"Doesn't the local guild care?" The neutral voice indicated some understanding of Hebrew customs and traditions.

"Haha, there are no guilds in Texas!"

At this moment, Lin An searched through the desk and unexpectedly found that the safe under the desk was unlocked. It was probably because Tsycee left in such a hurry that he forgot to close it again.

Besides the dazzling array of gold bars, Lin An pulled out a bronze notebook and quickly scanned its contents.

This is the "booklet" that David mentioned.

Most of the book was written in polite and elegant French, recording the president's confidants and associates who were bribed. Lin An quickly skimmed through it and turned to the last page.

According to the records, the young man on the central screen is the "fat boy" mentioned in the email, the "Prime Minister" of the "Abyss Hall," the chief of the "New Seven Deadly Sins," and the demon lord in charge of "genetic modification"—"Metalont."

Lin An guessed that this was the same as Yelige's, just an alias he used in the secular world, or perhaps a name with initials.

“A year later, I didn’t want to go back to that oppressive atmosphere, so I accepted two invitations from Her Majesty the Uncrowned Queen: a graduate offer from the University of Edinburgh and the opportunity to become one of the core members of the Black City,” Metalont continued speaking.

"That's really doing whatever you want."

The man he was talking to was wearing a huge wide-brimmed hat, the shadow of which covered most of his face, revealing only his thin lips with an old scar and a short, curly beard.

The Demon Lord of "Human Experimentation," a pirate mercenary.

The nicknames in the president's pamphlet matched the characteristics of each demon lord very well, and Lin An matched them one by one.

The "Environmental Pollution" Demon Lord, Alfonso III, is none other than Jacob van Hofwegen, the head of the Red Poppy Merchant Guild.

The "Greedy and Unrestrained" Demon Lord, with his mop-like hair covering his entire face, resembles Sadako from horror movies. Flies swarm around him, and he remains hunched over, silent.

The "Impoverished" Demon Lord, with a serpentine waist, was a sexy woman lying on the bed, covered only by a veil, revealing all her female organs. Yet, not a single demon lord cast a lustful glance at her; instead, they all tried to avoid eye contact with her.

The demonic ruler of "social injustice," President Tshisekedi (who wears leopard print).

Lin An used the process of elimination to deduce the last "self-degrading" demon lord, the poacher.

He generously showed his half-body portrait, looking like an ordinary, thin man, so ordinary that he would become a background figure in a crowd within seconds.

These are the elites of [Black Capital]... Lin An closed the booklet.

Each of them is as strong as Cissecdi, and most likely even stronger.

"I found it! I found it!" Lucifer's massive body landed on a blooming canna lily, causing the delicate flower to bow its head. "The treasure is hidden beneath the crown!"

Upon hearing this, the little person in the bottle picked up the canna lily, pot and all, and hid it in the "Dreamer's" space, embarking on the journey to reunite with the original body without any hesitation.

The six screens flickered intermittently, and only the "poacher" seemed to sense something and revealed a strange smile. After Lin An had completely left, he interrupted everyone's chatter.

"Speaking of which, our [Theia] auction..."

At the same time, Fatima raised her middle finger, and Lin An heard footsteps beside him.

"Is it because you killed the Chamber of Commerce employee that I had to accept that fat bastard's twisted tastes?"

Tshisekedi abandoned his usual composure; his anger flared up like a tangible fire, illuminating almost half the night sky.

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