World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 312 Scout_001
Lin An glanced at the old-fashioned calendar on the wall; it was December 18, 2038.

Feeling the warmth on his back, he patted the back of Mezzo's hand.

"I kept my promise and came back before the New Year."

"It's better to meet in person; I don't like cold, impersonal information."

Her cheerful voice was interrupted when a mysterious figure pointed at the two of them and shouted.

"You, you are—!?"

He wore a mask commissioned by Misuru and made by the sacred blacksmith, and his identity was self-evident: he was a member of the Four Living Gods in Mbanbuka and the Prophet's new "Listener".

"Zai, where are you?" Lin An ignored him and called out another name.

"This way."

The sound came from above, where a thick python was coiled on the ceiling, its body covered with colorful spiral patterns, looking just like a dazzling giant caterpillar.

Having lost its memory, it only felt that it couldn't keep up with Lin An's pace, so it left the underworld.

This is the first time I've ever met a living prophet. Lin An thought to himself.

The mysterious man stared blankly for a long time, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"The Prophet?"

Although Zai wouldn't regain his memory because of the title, Lin An was too lazy to explain too much. The Philosopher's Stone created a gust of air that blew the mysterious man out of the window, and then used metal conversion to weld the doors and windows shut.

As a mysterious being, this mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about.

"Why did that man call me 'Prophet'?" Zai snaked down to the ground, his more than three-meter-long body coiled into a circle with intricate patterns that were dazzling to the eye.

"This is your code name in the [World Tree]," Lin An said seriously. "In our system, no one uses their real name."

He slightly raised his hand, and green data surrounded Zai, who silently gazed at these familiar yet unfamiliar words.

Not long ago, Lin An created his ID card.

[Name]: Zay
[Mysterious Prototype]: Mmunma Mbatilanda
[Department]: Facing the Issue
[ID]: Scout_001
[Access Level]: Emerald Green
【Number of ash leaves】: 0
Code Name: Prophet
Scout is another designation under Ranger, referring to core members of the World Tree. The threshold is an awakened Mystic, and the authority is generally between Emerald Green and Pine Green.

Zai was the first official member to join the system. The tribesmen invited by Lin An had not yet passed the new member test and had not received a number or employee ID card.

It currently lacks common sense, but its mysterious arts are unpredictable and difficult to defend against. Lin An assigned it to the Direct Action Department, which was in dire need of manpower, as the first captain of the Disciplinary Squad.

"ID card..."

Zai muttered to himself, lost in thought.

He is no longer a threat. If he "goes astray" in the future, Lin An would not mind adding his entry again to "reset" him.

"The Spirits Dwelling Beyond the Rainbow I: Mmunma Mbatilanda" provides two source-level entries, marking the first time Lin An has included source-level entries other than the first volume of the Encyclopedia of Magic.

The first item is called "Nirvana of the River," which consumes 4 "God of Truth," 2 "God of Agriculture," and 1 "Judge" to summon a bow made of two snakes that looks like a rainbow to the naked eye.

When it is aimed at an individual and fired, the things that he has recently experienced will become disordered fragments. Lin An uses this as a reference to create an endless cycle of time, and then puts the individual into it.

The biggest drawback of this entry is that it takes an extremely long time to prepare.

After shooting the arrow, Lin An needs to sort out the fragmented pieces of his individual experiences and piece them together into a complete timeline, a process that takes at least 12 hours.

If used properly, this is a great portable "prison" specifically designed to imprison those who are somewhat useful but impossible to kill.

The second item delighted Lin An, and was called "Imprints of Thoughts on the Path of Primordial Beginning".

Consume 3 "God of Truth", 2 "Prophet", 1 "Lord of the Earth" and 1 "God of Agriculture" to replicate the original's soul once, fill it into a container for preservation, and if you die in the future, you will ascend to "in the air" through this object to await resurrection.

This entry fills the gap in Lin An's lack of a "resurrection" type of mystical art, giving him genuine confidence in his ability to die.

Unfortunately, by observing Zai's condition, Lin An discovered that the [Imprint of Thoughts on the Primordial Path] had a drawback: it would reduce the radiation value of the "God of Truth" by about 2%.

It's a bit like a save point.

It is unknown what additional impact this entry might have on "knowledge seekers," such as the loss of the medium or the entry itself, which would be a greater loss than gain.

Moreover, the entry would put one into a state of "being in the air" meditation. While a prophet with a complete prototype could certainly be restored at any time, Lin An didn't even know how to be resurrected.

He should try his best to avoid death, and if he does die, he won't have to be afraid of "dying and that's it."

There are no useless entries at the source level, but killing such a mysterious person would require too much cost and effort.

It took Lin An five whole months to deal with Doris, and a month and a half to kill the prophet.

Thinking of this, Lin An couldn't help but look at Zai, who was curled up in a ball.

If killing someone yields a gold coin every time, and he can resurrect an unlimited number of times, wouldn't he be able to obtain an inexhaustible supply of "God of Truth" mediums and countless items?
Sensing Lin An's murderous intent, Zai glanced at him with a hint of doubt.

Even though they've lost their memories, a Source-level being is still a Source-level being; they're still quite perceptive.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lin An decided to hold off for the time being. Firstly, he had more important matters to attend to, and secondly, he feared that if he killed Zai again, its level of contamination would exceed the threshold, turning it into a madman that went on a killing spree.

He doesn't have time to deal with an out-of-control source.

Once Zai's stats stabilize, I'll likely hit another bottleneck, and who knows...

No, no, I've decided to become a human!
"Lin, is it really that 'prophet'?"

Mezo interrupted Lin An's dilemma; she was both curious and afraid of the colorful python.

“As you can see, he is one of the newest members of our World Tree system, Scout_001 [Prophet],” Lin An said. “How are you doing?”

“I don’t know either.” Mezzo blinked his big eyes.

Creating a concealed mask, traversing the Karenga Line between life and death, and "opening the door"...

Lin An thought of many mysterious prototypes obtained from the Creator God's finger, but without exception, they were rejected by the system and did not appear on the corresponding panel.

We haven't gotten enough clues?
Impossible. The two fingers of the Bantu creator god encompass all the prototypes of the entire Bantu kingdom, from the source-level "Four Living Gods" to the ubiquitous supernatural tales, leaving nothing out.

Unless, Mezo's awakening is not based on the original Bantu...

Lin An had always felt that the appearance of the Lion Tribe was completely different from that of the rainforest people, and that they were more like the people of the Mediterranean region, especially the Kingdom of Abyssinia.

Could it be that Mezo's prototype came from there?

Entering a state of mental relaxation, Lin An noticed that her light spot took on a soft, elegant full-moon shape, emitting mesmerizing rays. "Mezo, can I take a look at the 'mask'?"

"Ah."

Mezzo picked up the mask and covered his face.

In an instant, Lin An lost his "perception". Although Mei Zuo was standing in the same place as usual, he did not know why he unconsciously ignored her and could not even see her specific appearance.

It was as if she had merged with the background and ceased to exist.

Taking a deep breath, Lin An focused his consciousness into the [One Eye of God], and his vision cleared.

She wore a beautiful mask adorned with purple, blue, yellow, and cyan stars, which moved vibrantly along their respective orbits, forming the ever-changing face of a human girl.

At the same time, Lin An noticed that the edges of the mask were connected to chains that were wrapped around Mezo's wrists, body, and ankles.

More than the mesmerizing, colorful masks, the energy of these chains is the key to their "concealment."

They are like pure fairy flowers in a disordered, chaotic, and carnal world. Even when witnessed, they make people unable to bear to harm them, or subconsciously think that they are not real human beings, but a wax figure, an oil painting, or a sculpture.

After all, things that are too beautiful are always illusory.

"System, may I select this individual as the target?"

"Yes."

Lin An felt slightly relieved after receiving a positive answer.

Mezzo meant no harm, but he maintained the necessary vigilance when dealing with the "prophet".

"Da da da."

Excited footsteps approached, and Misuru, panting, pushed open the door and was startled by the huge, colorful python. She then saw Lin An and Mezo standing side by side, and a look of hesitation crossed her face.

"Lin...is that you?"

"Misuru, thank you for your hard work these past few days." Lin An nodded slightly to him.

"Hard?"

"It must take a lot of effort to keep mistaking other people for me."

So you mean I'm blind... Misuru's eyelids twitched. Thinking about her own behavior, she was powerless to refute Lin An's words and awkwardly touched her nose.

"Tsk, take me hunting next time."

In just one month, he has become a completely different person.

Without any guidance, Misuru's radiation level reached 5%, but the pollution level was only around 10%, which shows that he was very good at controlling his prototype.

"Alright, let's go on a mission together right away." Lin An patted his shoulder, and the latter smiled in response, misunderstanding and resentment gone. "Where are the others?"

"I'll call them."

Before long, the five Ranger members of the World Tree system, along with Elder Flami, gathered together, along with the remnants of the Four Living Gods.

Lin An counted them and found that there were a total of 4 legendary-level and 9 disaster-level warriors. Including the dead shapeshifter wizard, their combat strength and personnel composition were comparable to the Red Poppy Merchant Guild's office in Kinsasha.

After Tshisekedi's betrayal, the Bantu family was severely weakened and declined significantly.

Seeing Lin An sitting behind his desk while the great prophet sat quietly in meditation, the group immediately understood the change in the situation. Their faces turned pale, and they dared not utter a sound.

The mysterious man who fell from the fifth floor was covered in sweat from the pain, silently enduring the agony of his fractured bone.

Faced with the disgusted gazes of the lion tribe, the remnants of the Four Living Gods were drenched in sweat and trembling like leaves.

“I can kill you all,” Lin An said.

“You don’t need to come, ranger. I’m happy to serve you.” Misuru gave a cruel smile. “Want to be torn to pieces by ghosts?”

Everyone shuddered in fright and instinctively shook their heads.

"Then tear it into tiny pieces."

The remnants of the "Four Living Gods" were struck dumb, their vision went black, and some clasped their hands together, reciting prayers to bid farewell to their families.

"Any last words?" Lin An continued.

In their desperation to survive, the group exchanged glances and tentatively began to speak.

“Your Excellency the Ranger, if you spare us, we can atone for our crimes by working with you to defeat Tshisekedi’s army and protect Mbanbuka. In fact, that is also our goal.”

“Your Lion Tribe and the Red Poppy Merchant Guild are enemies, and they are allies with the ‘Chief’. So we actually have a common enemy. We shouldn’t fight amongst ourselves and only benefit those people.”

"Yes, we originally had no conflict of interest, but because—"

The words stopped abruptly.

It turns out that the Prophet imprisoned the other party without saying a word and seized their organization, which is why you, Ranger, have become an enemy of the Four Living Gods!

They were not unreasonable or argumentative people; their heads were bowed, and their faces flushed with guilt and regret.

"The victor is king, the loser is a bandit, and besides, you were the ones who started the war." After they finished reflecting, Lin An raised the green data, and an ID card appeared in front of the python, clearly listing personal information.

Scout_001, [Prophet].

This is undoubtedly a blatant surrender.

"However, I am willing to give you a chance to reform."

"Really, forest ranger?" Hope immediately ignited in the crowd, and they asked eagerly, "What are the conditions?"

Anyway, it's much better than being torn to shreds by a ghost!

"Scout_001 wanted me to join the [Four Living Gods], but he failed. Now the table is flipped, and it's my turn to let you join my organization. How about it?"

"Okay!" Everyone nodded vigorously.

"What else is there to say? World Tree, activate."

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