World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 89 "The God of Truth"

A gentle breeze caressed Lin An's limbs and bones, radiating light. Every pore opened comfortably, and the correct timeline was projected like a film reel.

Originally, Little Fang witnessed Guy massacre his mother and people, which not only caused him to lose confidence in his native civilization, but also instilled in him a deep fear of technology such as machine guns and helicopters.

Six months later, the tourism project was thriving, Little Canine Tooth became the new priest, and the Wolf Tribe became staff members of the scenic area, performing the "local culture" that the public loved day after day.

When Comors' orbit got close enough, she awakened the mystery.

The Wood Group, which had been observing for a long time, immediately took action, but the medium of the "War Emperor" required the Mystic to be full of confidence and leadership. The wavering mentality of Little Fang caused the level of contamination to soar, and the source-level twisting power erupted, catching the Wood Group off guard.

Before they could call for more reinforcements, the shadow of thunder flashed across the clouds.

The muskrat's mystical powers revealed the coyote's location, and the thunderbird broke through layers of guards to rescue the coyote back to the wilderness.

However, her corruption had already reached an irreversible level; she had not only lost her mind but also attacked any creature that came near her indiscriminately.

The muskrat had to stay behind to seal it, while the moose roamed around searching for ways to reduce the pollution.

The details here have been obscured by the moose; Lin An only knows that the Thunderbird eventually used some method to transfer the coyote's level of contamination onto it.

Afterwards, Thunderbird became a motionless wooden sculpture and was taken into the control of the Foundation.

Besides the level of pollution, psychological factors also hinder coyotes.

If this problem is not solved, the level of pollution will surge again once the muskrat breaks the seal, rendering the Thunderbird's sacrifice futile.

"So, you went back to the time before the tragedy began..." Lin An looked at the pure white deer before him, "Why did you choose me?"

"Because only you can do it."

"Please, tell me the reason right now."

Riddlers, get out of the occult world!
The moose hesitated for a moment, then the wind blew from all directions, affecting Lin An's thoughts.

"Imagine the concept of time as a towering tree. The mysterious being of the medium of the 'God of Truth' can choose any node, like peeling bark from the trunk, to extract that fragment of time and create an avatar to infiltrate it."

"My avatar travels through this period, witnessing, experiencing, and changing the course of history again and again, until a satisfactory ending is achieved."

“When I allow other source-level mystics to enter this period, they are also free to move around, and they will receive the relevant memories after the mysticism ends; while those mystics who are not allowed by me and are not source-level mystics will be completely immersed in it, unaware of it.”

Similar to Lin An's guess, the moose was originally someone who came out of the white mist, and it was also his role that led the Xunlang tribe to hold four sacrificial ceremonies.

However, he hadn't expected that moose could move freely, so choosing Lin An made even less sense.

"Is it enough as long as the sacrificial ceremony is performed?"

“Except for November 2036, Coyote and I went back in time tens of thousands of times, peeling back the layers of her past bit by bit… but I was never able to get her to complete the initial ritual, so that all healing could not even begin.”

“My abilities have many limitations. First, in addition to rewinding time, the individual’s state is also rewinded. No matter which incarnation I am, I will become the ‘me’ of that timeline and will be unable to act in my current state.”

"At the end of 2036, I had just awakened. Not to mention defeating Guy Agnimo, I couldn't even lead the coyotes and her people to evade helicopter fire. In the end, repeated failures almost caused the coyotes to sink deeper and deeper."

Lin An roughly understood that when the moose returned to the past, its original form also experienced a backtracking process, and it had to act according to its state at that specific point in time.

Wait, something's not right.

"Where are your companions?" Lin An continued to ask.

"It was November 2036, and the Thunderbird and Muskrat had not yet been exposed to 'Commerx' radiation. Therefore, when they traveled back in time, they had directly lost their radiation levels and were even more... powerless than I was."

"According to you—" Lin An's lips twitched, "at that time, I was just an ordinary sophomore!"

The moose took a deep breath and uttered a sentence that shocked Lin An.

"For some reason, you are completely unaffected by time. No matter how far back in time, 'you' remain constant."

"Am I...constant and unchanging?"

Lin An frowned.

The moose's mystical magic allows people to travel through time, but the individual's state will remain consistent with that of "themselves" at the same timeline in the past.

But he clearly has the ability to use the system.
Lin An glanced at the moose with its sincere and genuine eyes, and exhaled a breath of stale air. It seemed that the moose truly knew nothing.

"In Virginia, I tested you on a whim. The moment you saw the car hit me, time actually rewound. First, it was a month ago, then that night I sent you back six months, and finally a year..."

The moose's dark eyes couldn't hide its confusion.

"No matter what time it is, 'you' have not changed in the slightest. You will always be you, Lin An, and will not change with the energy of the 'God of Truth'."

Lin An remained silent, unsure whether to be happy or worried. The moose pressed its massive head against his chest, biting his hand with its soft lips and pulling him onto its back.

"It can only be you. If anyone can lead the coyotes to complete that sacrifice, it can only be you..."

After a moment's thought, Lin An turned over and sat on the moose, its spiky body radiating immense heat.

"How can you be sure I'll help you? Maybe I'm in cahoots with the powerful families."

"Thunderbird has seen you before."

"When?"

The moose offered no explanation, but let out a long neigh. The mist shifted, the pure white sky began to boil, and clouds of all sizes, resembling snow-capped mountains, gathered together to form a wolf's head that blotted out the sky and resembled a fox.

It gazed at Lin An with tenderness tinged with longing.

"Little canine tooth!"

Hearing Lin An's call, the wolf's head emitted a natural sound like a tsunami or a torrential downpour. Raindrops, filled with the scent of earth, fell on the back of Lin An's hand. He heard the girl's voice. "I am with my companion, the muskrat, Lin An. Thank you for accompanying me through the four sacrifices."

"Will we meet again in the future?"

“Of course…” Wolf Head gazed at Lin An’s face, as if seeing him emerge from the mist for the first time, seeing him dance the sun dance by the campfire, seeing him smile at her while clinging to the helicopter ladder, “Next time we meet, I have something I want to tell you…”

"Tell me now!" Lin An shouted. "Little Fang, I want to see you, reborn, as soon as possible!"

Brush it!

Wolf Head's expression trembled violently, and the illusion dissipated into the clouds in the sky. Lin An sensed a strange energy flashing on the other side, which was probably the fourth native god, the Muskrat.

"What, you won't let us catch up?" he sneered.

That is our creator god.

"so what?"

The clouds rolled and merged into the azure sky, sighing like a long mist; the moose's unspoken meaning was self-evident.

"They threw me into an unfamiliar timeline, forced me to rack my brains to decipher it, and didn't give me a single hint. This is the price of being a riddle solver, Brother Lu."

Lin An hugged its neck and whispered in its ear.

"How are the people of the Xunlang tribe?"

The howling wind echoed.

"The 'bark' I peeled off was a rootless period of time, which will eventually return to the embrace of the Tree of Time. This is the neutrality of the 'God of Truth'. I can manipulate time, but apart from taking away memories, I cannot replace the development of the future."

"What did you say?"

"What's gone will be gone forever. I can only influence the spirit, not change reality."

Lin An was stunned, and then a surge of anger welled up within him.

Have I been busy with nothing all these past few days?!

The entry has been included, the medium has been obtained, the level of contamination has increased, and the wand's rating has improved...

When you return to reality, will all of this be as if it never happened?
Are you kidding me?!
Damn it, I hate dream endings that involve feeding shit!

Seeing Lin An's gloomy face, suppressing his overwhelming anger, the moose shook the bells on its antlers. If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't beat him, it would have already exploded.

"Lin An, I didn't intentionally hide it from you. Due to the mysterious prototype, I can't explain everything in writing. But I hope you know that I am very grateful for your help. Please tell me, what gift can I give you?"

…………

The headquarters of the St. Anilov Foundation, on the "Chariot" floor.

Guy Agnimo held a stack of reports, humming a cheerful tune.

"As long as Uncle Sam hires you, your face will always be beaming with happiness, and your pockets will be overflowing with eagle dollars..."

His eyes fell on the man by the French windows out of the corner of his eye, and he smiled as he went to greet him.

"President Jericho, what a coincidence!"

The man watched the sun set behind the San Francisco skyline, wearing an exquisite jacket with gold embroidery and gleaming black knee-high boots.

Hearing Guy's call, the man turned around. He had the air of a free-spirited bard, but during work hours, he tied his hair back and looked like an aristocrat.

"Good afternoon, Deacon Agnimo."

"It's perfect to meet you here; we don't need to wait until the meeting." Guy smiled and flicked the report with his fingertip. "Two consecutive accidents involving Thunderbirds in New York—doesn't the Foundation think it's too much of a coincidence?"

“There is very little research on local deities, so omissions are inevitable.”

“Oh, oh, of course I know your job isn’t easy, but I still stand by my original opinion.” Guy put his finger to his throat and wiped it lightly. “Just kill Thunderbird, lest things get complicated.”

"That depends on the voting results tonight."

"Hehe, about the meeting—"

Before Guy could finish speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes to the extreme, so much so that his eyeballs almost popped out, made a vomiting sound from his throat, and tightly pinched his temples with both hands.

"Cough, cough... How could this be... Hittites..."

A dizzying, spinning sensation enveloped Guy in an instant. His soul was torn open from between his eyebrows, and a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the corridors of the Foundation headquarters, as if someone were inserting a sharp, thin needle into his head, and waves of excruciating pain washed over him.

As documents flew about, Guy fell to the ground, writhing and struggling like a giant earthworm, biting his lip until his skin broke and blood gushed out.

"Uh...no...ahhhhh!"

The corpse, its eyes wide open in death, raised a stiff hand and stretched it toward the president by the window, who stared at the scene in disbelief.

Dead?!

The president looked around but didn't see a single suspicious figure.

In less than ten seconds, someone killed a fully armed mythical-level mystery and inspector in the heavily guarded Foundation headquarters, and then escaped unscathed!

The marble shrine above the corpse flashed and disappeared, the daffodil hall remained silent, an ethereal song rose from the dark reeds, and the candlelight illuminated the past, present, and future.

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