World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 316 The Chief is Dead; Long Live the Chief (Part 2)
In the vision of God's One Eye, Lin An saw a thick and long creature, most likely a snake, emerging from the side of an olive tree.

Is this the mystery of the grafting of the "Mother of Desire"?

The image of the "snake" in the Creator God's finger immediately flashed through his mind, but no corresponding data popped up.

This mysterious being, the Mother of Desire, comes from outside the Bantu mythology. Based on his appearance and energy fluctuations, Lin An can confirm that he is still a Southern Continent person.

It seems that there are more local aristocratic families remaining in the Southern Continent than I imagined.

Although the exact figures were unclear, Lin An saw that Qisekedi's mutation was becoming more and more serious, and its appearance was gradually becoming extremely figurative. Even ordinary people would think that this was not a human being, but a real palm tree.

This means that his pollution level has reached over 90%, and he is almost beyond saving.

We cannot allow the situation to continue like this.

Lin An had just been testing Qi Sekedi to see what was wrong with him, and now that the truth was out, he didn't hesitate to take action.

"System, activate [Underworld God Sacrifice]!"

A dark, gaping pit appeared at the foot of the palm trees, the sun goddess casting a majestic phantom on its swaying leaves, ghostly winds from the underworld howled, birch and poplar trees lined the path, and a chilling song echoed from the bottom of the pit.

These trees watch over death.

They are dormant, elegant beings.

We will not offend the deceased out of pride in being alive.
They are no more energetic than them.

The shadows grew deeper and deeper, and Lin An saw the soul of Qisekedi, like an eternally burning flame, with a leisurely, undulating phosphorescent glow emerging, falling into the pit with the cold wind.

However, when the drifting phosphorescent light fell halfway down, it split into two orbs, which then became three orbs. Sometimes it darted left and right, sometimes it collided with each other, and it sank into the viscous swamp, showing an extraordinary reluctance to leave the world of the living.

Upon seeing this, Lin An's lips moved, and ancient Hittite language emanated from within, buzzing continuously.

Dying here is an honor.
In the tranquil times of sunset and twilight.

The sun goddess will reach an agreement with you.
It possesses both ancient gentleness and ancient severity.

The swamp fell silent, and phosphorescence flashed swiftly across the crater.

"Well."

A sudden sharp pain shot through Lin An's ankle. He discovered that withered vines were stubbornly growing from the floor, and the serrated leaves of the medicinal plant had scratched his skin all over.

He had to postpone the Hittite ritual and activate the Philosopher's Stone. Soft light surged from the planet beneath Hermes' feet, shifting between red and blue, a romantic interplay of life and death, the energy healing Lin An's torn wounds.

Thysseccidis's soul leaped and bounded, like a firefly flitting about, skimming across the shadowy pits. When it encountered the shadow of the sun goddess, it immediately dimmed; when it caught a breath, it instantly brightened.

It was only a temporary reprieve. Before long, the palm tree developed diseased spots, and its leaves quickly withered, becoming shriveled and thin, like a dead tree starving under the scorching sun.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

Through the hearing of Fatima's Hand, Lin An heard Qisekedi's painful groans.

His soul is about to be plunged into eternal darkness.

Just as darkness was about to engulf Tsysekdi, his wailing ceased, followed by a series of insane and bizarre babbling, as if welcoming something.

"Come on, come on, come on."

Lin An was stunned, and then a terrifying scene appeared in [God's One Eye].

A pair of faceless black eyes swirled around Tshisekedi, their dreamlike light cascading down from above, like light reflected from countless mirrors, intertwining and forming a giant net that ensnared the president.

"We caught the first one."

A soft, cold, and delicate voice drifted out, and for some reason, Lin An felt a chill run down his spine.

The next moment, the net transformed into an eternal night filled with countless eyes, staring at Lin An's face from all directions. Some were laughing, some were crying, but without exception, they all revealed a sense of jealousy and hatred.

Who is this?
Do I recognize it?
Fortunately, the visitor did not stop, as if the inexplicable jealousy was merely Lin An's illusion.

With eyes closed, only a beam of light descended from the sky.

"Hiss..."

A strange noise came from below, and Lin An lowered his head.

The snake that parasitizes the palm tree is summoned, gliding over the trembling soul of Qisekedi, following the silky light, and crawling into the unknown beyond Lin An's sight.

"Snapped."

The refracted netting and the dense array of black eyes vanished, leaving behind only the dying Zisekdi, now a pure palm tree, devoid of all human characteristics.

He was dying.

"Forest rangers, forest rangers."

A weak voice came from the Hand of Fatima. Lin An turned his head and looked at the tree whose leaves were swaying.

“It allows my life form to continue in another way, just as its father did, but my consciousness is about to perish at this very moment.” Lin An didn’t understand the metaphor in these words, so he said, “I hate riddle people the most in my life.”

"Hehe, please bring me my coat."

Lin An glanced at the leopard-print jacket hanging on the back of the seat, then stretched out a tentacle, picked it up, and tossed it to Qisekedi.

The clothes fell limply to the ground in front of the palm tree, like offerings left at a grave.

Zisekdi stared at the leopard-print jacket in silence for a long time. Lin An, who had no specific data to refer to, mocked him in order to test his vital signs.

"So this is how wild and untamed the Bantu people wear their funeral clothes."

"Don't be stereotypical; it's not just me who likes it. Leopard print clothing has extraordinary meaning for me. It's a symbol of my 'rebellion'—a rebellion against conformity, against the corrupt inheritance of ancestral spirits, and against altruistic people who spread rumors and falsehoods."

"Where are the remaining two fingers of the Creator God?" Lin An asked the question he cared about most, as it would determine whether he could perfect the legendary Eye of Providence.

“They were taken away from me, just like my life.”

"The Mother of Desire took the remaining two fingers?" Lin An frowned.

This is not easy to handle.

The sound that Fatima's Hand heard grew fainter and fainter, like a candle flickering in the wind. The palm tree seemed to be using all its strength to gently sway the leaves above its head.

A gentle breeze blew open the office window, and more than 10,000 fanatics were still roaring madly in the Presidential Palace Square.

“I never regret living a more selfish life than most people. I was just an electric eel in a catfish pond, and at least I tried my best not to let anyone’s dirty feet into my life.”

Tshisekedi Kumasi's tone was as confident as when they first met, as if he were narrating to Lin An, as if he were giving his last speech, or as if he were talking to himself in solitude.

"Remember me, until the planet is destroyed!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Outside the window, the crowd cheered and jumped for joy, immersed in the frenzied atmosphere, losing their self-awareness and ability to distinguish right from wrong.

The president's will is their creed, and the president's existence is their life.

In a flash of inspiration, Lin An finally understood Tsekedi's purpose.

"Wait, since the Mother of Desire took your 'life,' doesn't that mean—!"

After being attacked by the "Mother of Desire," Tsysequedi realized he was doomed and devised an extremely insane plan.

The “thing” taken away by the Mother of Desire is both the grafted mystery and, according to Lin An’s observation, the snake also retains the aura of Qisekedi.

The two mysterious prototypes merged to form a new object that appeared out of nothing.

This is somewhat similar to the system's "tracing the source" function, except that the "Mother of Desire" needs to plant "seeds" in other people's bodies in order to obtain the "entries" of evolution.

In his final moments before his death, Tshisekedi released the "nation" to as many people as possible.

Unless the Mother of Desire, who possesses the mysterious prototype of the Tsekedi, is killed, or the orbit of "Comerth" leaves Titan, "The Kingdom" will remain in effect, and all affected ordinary people will never return to normal.

They will forever chant "Long live the President," forever worship Tshisekedi Kumasi, and will etch the President's great achievements into every drop of blood, every cell, and even his epitaph—until death.

This is the legacy that Tshisekedi left to the Bantu.

A name that can never be erased.

Later generations may call him a tyrant, a dictator, or an executioner, but they must not ignore him, or Tshisekedi Kumasi, the 26th president of the Bantu Kingdom.

"Is that all you want?" Lin An asked, puzzled. "Pursuing fleeting worldly worship? Appearing in irrelevant history books? What's the point? In the end, it will just become a long footnote in some liberal arts student's paper."

“Ah, this is the biggest difference between me and the prophet. I want to be a leader, a monument of the times, a ‘person’ who will be remembered in history, while he only wants to silently protect, a ‘god’ who only takes effect when ‘Commes’ appears.”

The palm tree rustled its dark green leaves, their intense, eerie colors resembling the sinister smile it gave Lin An as it retained its human form.

“Remember my words, ranger, chief and prophet will eventually become enemies.”

"..."

Lin stared at it silently for a moment, and then he heard a notification from the system.

"The entry 'Spirits Dwelling Beyond the Rainbow I: Makanja Mahongu' has been included. You have obtained the media 'Lord of Dreams' x9, 'Emperor of War' x6, 'Mother of Desire' x5, 'God of Truth' x3, and 'Chief Judge' x2."

It's amazing that I was able to get an entry.

A question flashed through Lin An's mind and then disappeared. He exhaled a breath of stale air, walked past the lifeless palm tree, and picked up the microphone on his desk.

A few minutes later, the young man's calm and composed voice echoed in the ears of every listener, resounding throughout Kinsasha.

"Attention all departments, President Tshisekedi Kumasi is dead. All political activities will be suspended until the election results are in; to reiterate, President Tshisekedi..."

(End of this chapter)