World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 308 The First to Act

The fifth-floor corridor of the Lambridge Grand Hotel was covered with a deep red carpet embroidered with hand. Misuru stepped on it like a wildcat, landing silently.

A month has passed, and he still hasn't gotten used to modern life. Rather than a comfortable soft bed, Misuru prefers to sneak out of his room at night and sleep on the branches of trees in the garden.

Moisture and hardness, along with the scent of grass and the buzzing of insects, are his lullabies.

"Da da da……"

The hurried, energetic footsteps of city dwellers approached, and Misuru looked at the figure not far away.

Strange faces.

Misuru pretended to tend to the greenery placed a few steps apart on the porch, peeking at her through the gaps.

A woman's aura is flamboyant, glamorous, and colorful, like a carnivorous flower exuding a sweet scent, unabashedly releasing its beauty to every potential prey.

Danger……

Instinct told Misuru he should hide. He subtly moved the plants and spotted a dark, secluded cubicle. He slipped inside and hid.

This was originally an indoor fire hydrant, but because the hotel hadn't had a fire for a long time, the equipment inside was embezzled and sold off privately by someone unknown. Now it's just a rusty decoration.

"Well?"

Another voice rang out, and alarm bells rang in Misuru's mind.

How could someone other than him be hiding in such a secluded place?
The aroma of kola nuts wafted over, and Misuru finally felt relieved, because he recognized who she was.

"Mezzo, what are you doing here?"

“I’m sleeping.” Mezo rubbed his eyes. “The green plants, the cramped space, and the damp walls make me feel safe. The three of us used to squeeze into the tree hole, but when I went back, it was too big for me to fit alone.”

“My childhood memories are very vague,” Misuru said, pointing to the woman walking by in high heels. “Have you seen her before?”

Mezzo glanced at it and shook his head.

"This woman is in a hunting state. Look, her eyes are fixed on the same spot, her pupils are contracted to the size of pinpoints, her hands are pressed tightly against her hips in a preparatory stance, her thighs..."

Misuru stopped talking and moved Mezo aside.

"There's no point in saying all this. Just stay here and keep sleeping until I bring my prey back."

After saying that, he reached out and touched his forehead. A white circle crossed his eye socket, a small red patch appeared on his forehead, and wide yellow stripes climbed up his cheeks. Bands drawn in red, white, or yellow extended down his arms to his fingertips.

His lips moved, and a white, weeping ghost appeared—the "Kurus" under his command.

After the radiation levels rose, the number of soldiers controlled by Misuru reached 30.

He didn't release all of the Kurus, but only sent one exceptionally slender person to crawl along the wall towards the woman.

“What are you doing?” Mezzo asked.

“Reconnaissance. If possible, capture and control her. I can’t let a murderous person wander around the camp, especially when she… is a Mystic.”

Misuru raised her patterned fingers, made a whistle, and put it to her lips.

The words hummed, and the white Kurus, hiding in the shadows, moved forward steadily, soon approaching the woman.

“Misuru, have you forgotten what happened before you became chief?” Mezo tugged at his sleeve. “No wonder my sister said you’ve always been impulsive and reckless.”

"Hmph, that guy thinks of the tribe, the community, and his people, but he never cares about himself. Mezo, that kind of life is going to be boring."

"Do you think your sister is blaming you because you delayed the Lion Tribe's hunting trip? No, she just wants you to take her with you. That's our father, and she wants to avenge him. Besides, we don't want to lose you."

Misuru paused for a moment, then said, "I am not so weak that you need to take risks for me."

The white Kurus plunged headfirst into the carpet, its flat surface revealing a layer of fluffy texture that circled around the woman's feet like a maze.

She continued walking as if she were completely unaware, but in reality she was intentionally avoiding stepping on the raised surfaces.

“Indeed a mysterious one.” Misuru murmured the life-giving words of “Nomo,” the ancient and long undulations like the distant sound of a wooden flute. “Wise Dinganga, I offer you fruit and clear water, tell me of her origins.”

A yellow, peaceful ghost brushed past his ear, grabbed a handful of air as if it were a handful of dirt, and smeared it on Misuru's head.

"So she came from..."

“Kinsasha.” The female voice interrupted the ghost. Misuru jerked his head up; the woman was only a few steps away from him. “You think I can’t ‘see’ it?”

Misuru was stunned; this was the first time he had been discovered while controlling "Entu".

Before he could say another word, the woman slapped him.

A vibrant echo resounded, calling Misuru's name over and over again, and he suddenly found himself in a grove of palm trees.

The sound waves bounced and rippled among the ancient tree bark, then were absorbed by the trees, swept across the windswept wilderness, and drifted in the kingdom where birds flew and foreshadowed eternal dreams.

The strange sight lasted for a moment, as a white beam of light, like a high beam of light, came straight at us.

As the beam of light drew near, Misuru was astonished to discover that it was a convertible with its high beams on.

With no way to avoid it, he watched helplessly as the car struck his chest. The screeching sound of brakes was followed by a flash of light, and thorny vines climbed up his body from his ankles.

"Crack!"

Blood gushed out, and a palm tree with two heads appeared.

The cries of Misuru's name ceased, their echoes remaining forever in the forest.

The voice sounded like someone who was homeless and wandering around.

Misuru blinked, and the scene returned to normal; he felt no pain.

What just happened?
"Shut up!"

Someone shouted, and a premonition made Misuru obey the person's command. So he remained silent, watching the woman clap her hands and walk away.

"Very good, there are no living people left here."

A low sob came from below. Misuru looked down and saw himself lying on the ground, convulsing, his shirt stained with blood, one arm a bloody mess, and a gash on his forehead. Only then did Misuru realize that he was floating in the air.

I... am dead?
No, my soul still exists, and I still have consciousness...

He turned sharply, and the ghostly army of Enkitas, under his command, thronged together, whispering amongst themselves.

But Dinganga, the kind, warm, and erudite man who had been with him, was nowhere to be found.

"I consumed a ghost to offset this death," Misuru guessed. "Because it was my 'unconscious' act, Dinganga took the initiative to bear the consequences. If the same thing happens again, I can consume other types of ghosts instead."

After understanding the whole story, he felt a lingering sense of unease.

If it weren't for Enkitas's soul-bearing power, he would probably have died inexplicably just a moment ago.

As Lin An said, "Comers" is fraught with danger.

I did take a bit of a risk.

This will definitely lead to an increase in the "level of pollution".

How do I get back into my body?

The soft sobs grew louder as the woman left. Mezo crawled out from behind the fire hydrant, bent down beside Misuru, and shook his mangled body incessantly.

"Brother, don't die, don't die..."

Hearing her cry, he felt as if something was tearing his insides apart, and he trembled involuntarily.

It was a mixture of sadness, and also... irritability and hatred.

"Don't cry! I'm fine, I'm right here!" He tried to pat Mezzo's shoulder, but his hand passed right through her body. "Can you hear me?"

Mezzo didn't react; after all, she was just an ordinary person.

The next moment, Misuru's expression froze.

Mezzo rolled him over, tore open his rumpled clothes, and placed his hand on his chest.

Electricity crackled and sparked from her fingertips.

"bump!"

A strange unlocking sound rang out, and Misuru stared in disbelief as Mezo "opened" his ribs and reached his hands into the middle of his sternum.

A beam of light, like radiation, shone brightly, its green glow illuminating her profile.

what is this?
Why is this thing inside my body?
Mezo's fingers moved nimbly, as if repeating the movements thousands of times, while Misuru saw a scale-like reflection appear in one of her eyes, not like human flesh, but a mechanical shell.

Mezo remained calm, took out a T-shaped part, pressed a few buttons, and a green light flashed along with a "beep beep beep" sound. She muttered to herself as if in a dream.

“I was born to find love in this world. If possible, I want to stay with you all until the god of fate finds me. After that, we will meet again at the rainbow fountain under the moonlight and in the silvery sea of ​​stars.”

She put the parts back near Misuru's heart, closed her chest, and kissed his forehead again.

Good morning, 'brother'.

"you--"

Her gaze suddenly fell upon her, and in the darkness, her eyes reflected countless tiny, bewildered Misuru.

"Tomorrow is another day."

A mysterious veil descended from the sky, transforming into a model of the "prophet," like a pale, semi-transparent shroud, slowly falling onto Misuru's body.

Mezzo picked up the fallen mask and chased after the woman away from the fire hydrant.

Misuru clutched his head, the ghost letting out a shriek to ease the unbearable pain. He struggled between his frail flesh and perfect body, his thoughts finally calming down.

“Mezo can guide souls back into their bodies,” Misuru murmured. “It’s a mysterious spell that works well with me. The World Tree has gained another powerful ally.”

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from the end of the corridor. Misuru quickly snapped out of his daze and tried his best to return to his body.

…………

At the same time, Lin An, who had hitched a ride with David for the third time and was chatting and laughing with the wealthy young man, suddenly changed his expression.

"What's wrong, Lin?" David asked.

“Our journey ends here.” Lin An pushed him away as he stood on the bow of the ship enjoying the wind. “See you in real life, David O’Connor.”

"Boom!"

A giant wave descended from the sky, engulfing the bewildered David. The ship rocked violently, like a drum being struck by a clumsy beginner, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The irregular drumbeats exploded.

The boundless Kuba River, the sturdy and durable Jiaban, and the noisy sailors became 2D images, spiraling into the giant snake's body. The herbal scent, like a leech, penetrated Lin An's pores, blood, and muscles, striking straight at his heart.

The prophet has come.

Did Misuru act on his own without consulting me?

Fortunately, given the personality traits of the "God of Truth," it's highly unlikely he'll directly kill someone...

As his thoughts raced, Lin An suddenly noticed that the giant python synthesized from the double rainbow model in front of him looked particularly strange.

The once calm and tranquil void is now covered with mold-like black spots. Half of the python's body, a bright, vibrant arc, sinks into the seabed, stirring up whirlpools; the other half, a dull gray arc, has scales that stick up and are stained with blood.

Oh?
Upon seeing Lin An, the python strained to lift its eyes, which were the size of an adult male's, and gave him a threatening glance, silently warning him to stay away.

Compared to its previous ease and control, it was now as sensitive and vigilant as a trapped beast, revealing its weakness.

"Forest ranger, let's add something new to our deal."

(End of this chapter)