World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 306 The Second Finger

"Cuck!"

The frog croaked, its sticky webbed feet clinging to the window.

"Lucifer Lofocal?"

Lin An tentatively spoke up for the seventh time in the same scene, but there was no response. The greedy demon and the time fragment were reverted to their unused state.

But in his mind, a ball of light, almost identical to the finger inherited by the "Prophet," floated, radiating all-encompassing knowledge.

The knowledge it contains is closely related to incantations, medicine making, and soul magic, so it can be basically determined that it belongs to the finger of a "witchcrafter".

Lucifer did not appear, so Lin An did not need to share the treasure with Him.

It seems the "God of Truth's" mystical arts allow one to exploit some paid items for free. He thought, others gain nothing from it, but it's perfect for me to take advantage of every now and then.

Stretching, Lin An sat down at his computer desk, preparing to write down the schedule for the coming week.

This is part of maintaining rationality and planning.

While waiting for the film to start, Lin An recalled the details of his second battle with Qisekedi.

He witnessed the man's "true form"—an olive tree with a head hanging from it, its branches blocking out the sky—which made him think of a mysterious archetype.

Makanja Mahongu, like the python Mmunma Mbadilanda, belongs to the next level of the creator god, and is said to be both male and female.

Makanja looks like a palm tree with two heads: a woman with her long hair tied up on one side and a bearded man on the other, with marriage serving as the bridge that unites them.

The two separate entities each possess unique characteristics and methods, but together they form a perfect whole.

Like Mbatiglanda, Makanga also manages the concept of duality.

However, before seeing the system's output panel with his own eyes, Lin An was unsure if his guess was correct and had to leave the idea hanging for the time being.

After reviewing the intelligence he had obtained last time, Lin An typed away on his keyboard, writing down this week's schedule.

First, obtain the primordial energy from the "Witch's" fingers to perfect the Hand of Fatima.

Second, if this finger represents smell, touch, or taste, then we await David's ship to return to Kinsasha and find the second finger in the same manner; if this finger represents sight...

three--

Lin An had just typed a line of text when the system notification interrupted his thoughts.

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

It's Mezzo.

"Good morning, it's rare to see you up so early," Lin An replied.

Although the dates in the time fragments are repetitive, the hours, minutes, and seconds correspond to reality.

It's the middle of the night here, and it's the same in Mezo's area.

"Lin, I have good news and bad news."

Mezo replied clearly and logically that Lin An had been away recently, and her older brother and sister had been tricked by a disguised shapeshifter, so the girl had to learn to be strong and patient.

She's grown up too. Lin An thought to himself as he asked.

"What's the good news?"

"I want to start with the bad news."

Well, she's still as self-centered as ever.

"Two weeks after Kinsasha declared war on us, they crossed the rainforest closest to Mbanbuka and will soon be at war with us. Misuru sent out outposts, and this time the president sent about 2 men."

"Not only that, the local resistance is getting stronger. No matter how hard we try, we can't change people's minds. They are stubborn and refuse to cooperate. They even blew up our cars without permission."

"The most terrifying thing is that the president broadcasted a nationwide censure against us through Bantu Central Radio..."

In just over a month, the external situation has become so severe.

In fact, Mezzo's problem could be solved in a simple and direct way: storm into Kinsasha, assassinate Cicekedi, and undo the widespread brainwashing.

Otherwise, regardless of victory or defeat, the World Tree will remain a thorn in the side of the Bantu people.

Lin An wanted to say, "Then you guys hang in there, I'll find a chance to kill Qisekedi," but the words stuck in his throat and he suddenly couldn't say them.

Lin An used to never initiate wars, nor did he care about the terrible consequences that wars would bring to cities or people. For him, studying the occult and pursuing "Comers" were his top priorities.

The moment this indifferent thought crossed his mind, the faces of Misuru and the others flashed through Lin An's mind, disturbing his usually calm heart.

What if this war takes away our comrades?
We must never allow a repeat of the events in Dietrich.

It seems I need to try a different approach.

After saying a few words to comfort Mezo, Lin An continued to ask questions.

"So, what's the good news?"

“Recently, that shapeshifter has been urging us to prepare for a bloody battle and fight to the end, which has made Misuru and her sister suspicious,” Mezo said. “They told me that they would contact you through the World Tree soon.”

…………

In a corner unseen by Lin An, a meeting of the [New Seven Deadly Sins Demon Lords] also took place, and because of his intervention, a series of chain reactions occurred.

Tshisekedi was not as "lucky" as the Time Fragment.

Initially, it was fine that only one person died, but Jacob instructed Tshisekedi to protect his office in Kinsasha and prevent any further casualties among his employees, to which the president readily agreed.

Unexpectedly, a week later, the Red Poppy Merchants Association suffered another major casualty.

For the aristocratic families, this loss was not crippling, but Jacob believed that Qisekedi had not abided by the spirit of the contract of the Black Capital, and might even have colluded with the enemy to destroy his plans in the Bantu Kingdom. His intentions were despicable.

Metalont then approved Jacob's request and convened a vote on his expulsion. The vote to allow Tshisekedi to temporarily leave the room was three to two, leaving him ashen-faced.

This means that he will not be able to enjoy the privileges and advantages of being the Lord of the Seven Deadly Sins until the investigation in the Black City is over. Not only that, his previous contributions will be completely wiped out.

For Tshisekedi, at least three years of hard work have been for nothing.

“Snake-like waist, mop-like head, poacher—we’re clearly from the same continent, so why are you joining Alfonso III in targeting me?” the president angrily questioned.

"Don't get so agitated. We just need to reassess your abilities, condition, and loyalty for evaluation purposes," Metalont smoothed things over. "[Black City] will clear your name."

Just as the president was about to switch his personality and say something polite, fragments of familiar memories flooded back.

“This…did happen…” His pupils contracted. “Mr. Metalont, I know who the murderer is!”

"Oh?"

“The ‘Prophet’ of the Four Living Gods!” Zisekdi said through gritted teeth, “This guy used a fragment of time from the ‘God of Truth’ to simulate a foolproof route, and then sent an assassin to attack Kinsasha’s office!”

As Tshisekedi tried his best to defend himself, Jacob, also known as Alfonso III, darkened his eyes and coldly interrupted him.

"The vote cannot be changed. President Leopard, you must take responsibility for your dereliction of duty until I see the murderer with my own eyes."

"Can you take responsibility for the unfinished project? After the investigation, you'll find that the main reason for the employee's death was that your subordinates failed to catch the 'prophet,' which wasted time."

"I have reservations."

Alfonso III picked up a caramel biscuit, stirred it in his coffee, and refused to speak to the president, no matter how much the president retorted.

“Mr. Metalont…”

The president looked to the stylishly dressed young man for help, who sighed, resting his chin on his hand.

"In the Black City, the rules of the 'roundtable meeting' are the rules."

The sound and fragmented memories overlapped, and a flash of inspiration struck the president. He recalled a few small things from his dream, and combined them with the current scene, he suddenly understood the whole story.

"Whether these people live or die, you will hold a meeting! Mr. Metalont, you want to expel me from my position as the [New Seven Deadly Sins Lord], don't you?"

“I never hold personal grudges against my brothers and sisters,” Metalont said, waving his hands repeatedly.

"why?"

“The stars tell me that your potential is limited,” Jacob said ominously. “You will never get back the last finger, therefore your potential will forever remain incomplete.”

Tshisekedi glared angrily: "Nonsense!"

"Forget it, it's good enough that I'm alive. Even if we take a step back, isn't the Burger King downstairs from my house that's closed for the New Year right?"

Metalont quickly intervened in their argument.

"Just wait patiently for the investigators from [Black City]."

As the meeting concluded, the unfolded luminous screens coalesced into a perfect cube, and the light dissipated.

The presidential palace was plunged into darkness. Tshisekedi remained with his mouth agape, words stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound.

His muscles twitched violently, starting at the corner of his eye and spreading downwards until he could no longer maintain his composure. Without any regard for the surveillance camera footage, he slammed his head to the ground, kicking, punching, and cursing.

"Nyama!!!"

Hearing the president spew out a barrage of insults and profanities, the person in the monitoring room stood up in fright, about to rush out the door, when an invisible force descended from the sky, causing him a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he died a violent death.

Tshisekedi didn't want anyone to record this embarrassing scene.

The reason he couldn't contain his rage was because, just a moment ago, he sensed someone taking away the "witch doctor's" finger.

prophet……

It must have been him!
It turns out that he killed the employees of the Red Poppy Merchant Guild and forced me into proving myself, all just to launch a feint attack and sabotage my path to godhood amidst the chaos!

And then there are my privileges as a high-ranking member of [Black City]!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

I've been tricked!
The thoughts of regret and fear came to an abrupt halt. Tshisekedi sprang up from the carpet, sat back in his chair, and flashed an infectious smile at the empty office.

"A meticulously planned and swiftly executed scheme must be difficult for the impartial 'God of Truth' to interfere with for so long."

Picking up the phone, Tshisekedi readily issued orders to his confidants and subordinates, his tone so pleasant that anyone would think the president was in a good mood.

However, his orders became increasingly resolute and cruel, sending chills down the spines of many.

The president is serious this time. They all thought the same thing.

"beep!"

Tshisekedi put down the phone, spun around in his computer chair, and looked out over the clean window to see the entire Kinsasha.

“You are still fixated on the past of the Four Living Gods, ‘Prophet,’ hoping to reach out and pull up every Bantu person who has fallen into the abyss… That’s good, but stepping on their corpses will not only get me out of the abyss, but will also allow me to walk step by step toward the eternal sky.”

Under the moonlight, the door to the women's room, overflowing with flowers, was wide open. A slender and agile figure slipped out without disturbing a single mosquito, and soon disappeared into the night.

The following day, the telegrams beeped throughout Kinsasha and spread rapidly.

The president officially declared that the World Tree organization was a traitor to the Bantu, and the Rangers were the leaders of the rebels.

In his report, he detailed the enemy's crimes and demanded that local governments and warlords support the central government's actions and join the president's army, which was less than a week away from the battlefield.

He called on the residents of Mbanbuka to unite and resist the foreign invaders.

Although most people don't understand the complicated relationship between the president and the "forest rangers," they do know one thing.

War has broken out again in Bantu.

(End of this chapter)