World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 320 Neither War Nor Peace
The little farce came to an end, and the arrival of alchemical life attracted the attention of many people.

"so beautiful……"

"That's the forest ranger's wife..."

"I think they're more like family members..."

While Lin An was busy giving Lin Xile life, his companions were not idle either.

Understanding how Kinsa Shah operates is a complex matter; foreign businesses may spend weeks trying to find the right person to help them because connections are everything.

"He has a complete address book" is the highest praise a person can receive from the business community in the capital.

Lin An happened to have this booklet, which came from Qi Sekedi's drawer. He tore out a few pages with the list of the Seven Deadly Sins and gave them to Maye, who then shared them with Fukai.

Fukai contacted all the important people in the capital city, using both kind words and threats and inducements. In the end, apart from those who were all taken into the Time Fragment by Lin An, all the prominent figures in Jinsasha gathered together.

Warlords who held military power, wealthy merchants who colluded with foreign countries, landlords who were related to officials, and local judges—in short, all wielded a certain degree of influence in their respective fields.

Faces with various expressions appeared on the big screen, with the World Tree members sitting in the center, coughing and flipping through their speeches rising and falling.

"Swish, swish, swish."

From the moment they met, Edward was scribbling on paper while tapping away on his phone. Lin An, taking advantage of the fact that not everyone had arrived yet, glanced at him curiously.

It turns out he was compiling recent reports about the World Tree.

As Lin An read, his expression turned strange.

According to Edward's records, the newspaper with the largest subscription in Kinsasha, The Potential, ran the headline "The World Tree and the President's War" every day, changing the headline daily.

"Cannibals that crawled out of the rainforest launched a terrorist attack in Mbanbuka."

"The uncivilized tribesmen are still putting up a stubborn resistance."

"The Tutsi people entered Kiwright via the national highway."

"The World Tree has taken over Marundi."

"The president was assassinated, and the forest rangers' organization took over as a temporary government."

"The great ruler of Kinsasha will arrive in his faithful capital today."

Noticing Lin An's gaze, Edward gave a shy yet genuine smile.

"Rest assured, sir, according to my investigation, the Bantu journalists' tone changed even faster than the Doves surrendered."

Goodness, your Lion Kingdom tradition passive has been triggered, hasn't it?

Edward knew how to strike a balance between humor and jokes, and quickly handed the folder containing his phone to Lin An.

As he summarized, initially the major media outlets rushed to report that the forest rangers were Tutsi and the World Tree was a savage, but after discovering that Tshisekedi was dead and all his confidants had disappeared, they changed their attitude within a few days and began to praise Lin An's various achievements.

For example, they did not burn, kill, or loot during their marches, did not harm innocent people when escorting defeated soldiers, and did not arrest or conscript those who were unable to resist.

A complete opportunist.

Only a small number of reports are still inciting hostility, claiming that World Tree is a supporter of the Patriots Front and wants to exterminate the Bantu people, but they don't get many clicks or subscriptions.

The international news report only briefly mentioned the death of Bantu President Tshisekedi Kumasi, without much subjective emotion, and didn't even mention the World Tree or its rangers. The report only garnered a paltry three-digit number of views.

In today's chaotic world, no one is paying attention to what trouble has arisen in a poor, impoverished country in South Asia.

However, Lin An felt that the Black Capital had probably also implemented a news blackout.

Although they didn't know that the Forest Ranger was Lin An and that the World Tree belonged to his organization, the remaining Seven Deadly Sins would not allow a strange, mysterious person to spread the alphabet name so widely.

Despite the seemingly friendly public opinion, Lin Anke hadn't forgotten that he had imprisoned over ten thousand people in his time fragments. Things were chaotic everywhere recently, but once the situation stabilized, this time bomb would eventually explode.

When the families, relatives, and friends of this group discover that all the missing persons are supporters of Tshisekedi, they will eventually turn their anger towards the newly elected president and the World Tree.

What if the Seven Deadly Sins Demon Lord uses this as a pretext to launch an operation...?

"Ahem, everyone's here."

Fu Kai cleared his throat, attracting the attention of everyone in the conference room.

The president once entrusted a small group of political brokers to assist him in managing the country. This "kitchen cabinet," consisting of a dozen or so people, was directly under the president's command. Now, they have all been driven insane by mysticism, with only the core member, Fook, escaping unscathed.

Therefore, he is currently the only central government official with close ties to the former president, and the responsibility of presiding over the administration naturally falls on his shoulders.

Fouquet first read out Tshisekedi's will.

That's right, the fact that the president left a will before his death is no secret; it was a video that was broadcast on Kinsasha's national channel and online.

In the video, Tshisekedi says he is nearing the end of his life and hopes his eldest son, Kapend al-Kumasi, will succeed him.

As soon as Fu Ke finished reading, someone raised an objection.

"I disagree! The Bantu are a democracy, not a hereditary system. Even if it's the president's will, political leadership should be handed over to someone else!"

"We must establish a committee to specifically study the issue of who will succeed the president."

“That’s right, the government should allocate 50 yuan to fund this project until the next leader is elected.”

This statement sparked a heated debate on the big screen.

"Quiet!"

Misuru slammed his fist on the table.

"If you want, you can go somewhere else and argue all night, but if you want Bantu to get back on track, we have to make a decision now," he said coldly. "With the former president's unexpected death, it's time to set up a committee and elect a new president."

"Uh, well..."

“But this committee absolutely cannot be composed of any one of you.” Misuru’s words exposed their malice. “If it were handed over to you, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have a result even by next year.” Everyone fell silent; they hadn’t heard such sharp words from a young man in a long time.

“This vote will be organized by a third-party organization, which will also elect about two hundred people’s leaders to replace the officials who were suspected of defecting and whose whereabouts are unknown before the previous president,” Lin An concluded. “In other words, we are preparing to establish a National Assembly.”

"Which third party?" someone asked, frowning.

"【World Pentecostal Holy Grace Organization】."

In Bantu, this is a well-known name, and their influence would have been even greater had it not been for Tshisekedi's eight years of persecution.

Even after the arrival of "Comers," the president's unbridled massacre of Pentecostal believers, the fact that many still escaped is enough to show that after two hundred years of infiltration, Pentecostalism has become integrated into every corner of the Bantu community.

Everyone hesitated to speak, but Lin An raised his hand to interrupt.

"This is the first announcement. Next is the main event of the day. I am about to introduce the World Tree system to the people of Kinsasha. Maye, you will introduce it."

With her previous experience, Maye's speech this time was both skillful and fluent; however, she had only spoken halfway through when the crowd erupted in uproar.

"What, a virtual community? I absolutely disagree!"

"That's utter nonsense! A pile of dog shit! I can't understand a word you're spitting out!"

"Do you want to control us like a queen ant? Do you think we'll submit so easily?"

“But I said ‘notify,’ not ‘discuss.’”

"so what?"

Lin An paused for a moment, then said, "I have a question for you all. You want more money, don't you?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

The voices were exceptionally synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed beforehand.

"You want your assets to never depreciate, and to keep growing, right?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

"Besides that, you don't care about anything else, do you?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

"World Tree, activate!"

Strangely, the harmony paused for a few seconds before turning into an even more unified shout.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

This wasn't because they suddenly realized something; hoping these greedy, cold-blooded, and brutal people would change their minds was a pipe dream. Lin An simply used another entry of Makanja Mahongu—[The Kingdom of Gods and Men].

It allows people who agree with the same viewpoint to transfer that agreement to another viewpoint and automatically generate a cause-and-effect relationship in their minds.

For example, Tshisekedi previously linked "I am a Bantu" with "Long live President Tshisekedi," and how the public interpreted it was their business.

It sounds absurd, but Lin An knows it is actually a special belief of the indigenous people, to be precise, called "sympathetic divine power".

In some uncivilized areas, chiefs are often also priests. The people firmly believe in the divinity of the chief, thinking that he can bless ordinary people. Therefore, everyone must offer him sacrifices or services in exchange for blessings and protection from natural disasters.

To ensure the consolidation of royal power, chiefs were widely believed to possess "divine power" and to be the embodiment of natural deities.

The underlying logic of this divine power is somewhat related to the witchcraft common in the Southern Continent.

The first principle of Southern Continent witchcraft is that similar things generate each other or that effects must have the same cause. The second principle is that objects, after being in contact with each other, will continue to interact with each other over long distances even after the physical contact is interrupted.

The former is the "law of similarity," while the latter is the "law of contact" or "law of contamination."

According to the first principle, witchcraft implies that "he can do anything he wants through imitation."

The second principle leads to the statement that "He can exert influence on a person through an object, as long as that object has been touched by that person, regardless of whether the object is part of that person's body."

This kind of magic is collectively known as "sympathetic magic," which means that objects can interact with each other over long distances through mysterious sympathy, transmitting the driving force of one object to another through the invisible "ether."

The “ether” here is the “comermes” energy.

Divine power is different; it is a superstition of exchanging goods for goods.

The people believed that the chief was "ether," and under the influence of the law of causality in witchcraft, they received the phenomena they prayed for by obeying the chief's commands, because divine power flowed through the chief and was transmitted to them.

When Lin An connected "I love money" with "I should use the World Tree System," the loyalty of this group to the World Tree System depended on their love of money.

Unfortunately, compared to Cicecodi's unrestrained nature, Lin An faced more restrictions.

The maximum number of people who can participate in the "Mortal Realm" event is 100 ordinary people or 2 low-rated mystics.

He just used up all the "Lord of Dreams" entries by using them three times.

Even though it is easier to obtain now, the reserves of this medium are still not plentiful.

Fortunately, after "persuading" this group of celebrities from Kinsasha, the imminent management crisis was temporarily resolved.

"Ha ha……"

Suddenly, a sinister laugh rang out.

Lin An suddenly looked at the celebrity who was speaking and was shocked to find that the man's eyes were white, his lips were bloodless, and strange black patterns were crawling up his cheeks.

He seemed to have stopped breathing, yet his lips moved in and out, his hoarse voice sending chills down one's spine.

“Then I’ll let you know, Ranger, that Kapend Kumasi will be running for office,” the Dead Man said. “And he will win.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black pattern invaded his eyes, his eyeballs burst open with a "bang," and his head slammed heavily onto the table, whereupon he lost all life.

(End of this chapter)