World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 91 The Illusion is Hard to Awaken
The highway was back to normal, and Thunderbird had returned to its special room in the RV. Lin An felt a moment of disorientation.

Only the clay pipe he gripped tightly in his five fingers reminded him that what had just happened was not a dream.

Upon closer inspection, the pipe appeared unremarkable. If it weren't for the system displaying a row of data, even Lin An would have overlooked this mysterious item.

【Name】: Smoke Offering
[Comment]: Source C-level

Radiation level: 0.6%
Pollution level: 0%
[Mediator]: God of Zhenli
The radiation level is not high, but as a "summoning" tool, its greatest function is to communicate with the four local gods and ask them for help.

Wait, why is the system still displaying garbled text?

Upon opening the panel, Lin An was surprised to find that all the acquired media, radiation, and contamination were still there.

[Name]: The Encyclopedia of Mystery
[Comment]: Source Grade B

Radiation level: 4.6%
Pollution level: 7.5%
[Medium]: The seeker of the weaver

[Inventory]: Seeker x3, Dreamer x6, Predator x4, Judgement x11, Lord of Dreams x2, Nature Priest x6, Mother of Desire x5, War Queen x1.

Did something go wrong with Brother Lu's mystical magic?
Lin An tentatively brought up the entry for "Nazhetchin".

Sure enough, Guy's mystery was listed in a column along with all the other entries. Whenever Lin An had a thought, the system would ask him in a different tone if he wanted to use it.

I've clearly included it in my archives!
So what I'm killing in the fragments of time isn't loneliness, but... real people?
Lin An repeatedly confirmed that he had returned to the real world and finally came to a conclusion.

For some reason, every single action he took in the so-called "God of Truth" illusion was preserved without exception.

As the moose mentioned, no matter how the timeline changes, "I" am eternal.

In other words, no matter when, my actions are always genuine?

This is the only explanation.

As for the reason, even the moose, being a local deity, didn't know, let alone Lin An. Perhaps the answer he wanted to know could be found in the database at the foundation headquarters or in the documents kept by the aristocratic family.

So, is Guy Agnimo dead or alive now?

If he were still alive, wouldn't there be two identical [Nazhechin]s in the world?
If he dies...

Lin An narrowed his eyes slightly, boldly considering this hypothesis.

This means I can use the power of the "God of Truth" to go back in time and hunt down those mystics who have not yet awakened or whose radiation levels are very low.
I can't beat you now, but in the previous timeline, I had a way to slaughter you.

Unfortunately, Lin An cannot travel through time on his own. If he wants to go back to the past, he can only rely on the moose, the "God of Truth" at the source level. Moreover, it is uncertain whether the moose will be willing to help Lin An after knowing about this.

After all, erasing others from the past violates the law of causality.

Suppressing his urge to wreak havoc, Lin An glanced at the magic wand at his waist.

In the actual timeline, it wasn't until six months later, around April 2037, that Little Fang awakened his mystery. So the scene he saw at the Holy Mountain Pool was another illusion caused by a time distortion.

However, the data showing green remained unchanged.

Mythical level, enhanced radiation levels, and a sky-clear blue gem unlike anything seen before.

Even within the misaligned timeframe, my actions are "irreversible"...

How is this any different from cheating?!
The series of shocks left even Lin An speechless.

"Brother Tongzi, aren't we two a bit too strong? I'm sorry, I used to complain that you only had the function of analysis and data collection, and no combat power at all. All the weapons and attack methods I used were taken from other people."

"Protecting you is my blessing."

Lin An was taken aback. The system suddenly uttered such a strange sentence, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, because the system usually only used the pronoun "you," which greatly weakened the presence of "I."

Is this considered narcissism?

“You can be. After all, we're both so strong.”

The sudden humor caught Lin An off guard: "Brother Tongzi, be normal, I'm scared."

"Ding! My sperm count is excellent! Ding ding ding!"

Holy crap, the system's gone mad.

Increased pollution levels will lead to physical deformities and mental confusion. Lin An believes that the changes in the system are also a manifestation of losing rationality.

Confusion and talking to oneself are signs of impending madness!

When other people experience increased pollution levels, it's out of control; for me, it's like I've developed a split personality.

"Lin, you don't look well."

A deep voice came from the side. Lin An turned his head, one side of his face twitching with speechless disbelief, while the other side still retained a smug smile. The distorted expression startled Simon.

"God bless you... Would you like the foundation to help you schedule a therapy session in the next city?"

Lin An quickly suppressed his complicated feelings and shook his head.

“No need, I can still manage.” “Oh, poor child, you must be so happy to hear my good news,” Simon said. “Tonight, I’ve booked a secluded Airbnb with your favorite WiFi.”

"Great."

While chatting with Simon, Lin An casually revealed his wand. Simon glanced at it subconsciously, then calmly looked away.

The captain is not a medium for the "seeker of knowledge," so when a mysterious item matches his rating, he can no longer see through its true nature.

When the Foundation tested Lin An, his file stated "Legendary Class C, radiation level 0.5%". Simon or other Foundation members never questioned this parameter afterward, indicating that they subconsciously used known data to replace the unknown.

In Simon's eyes, the magic wand was probably still a legendary, mysterious object.

With the last weight lifted from his heart, Lin An's expression relaxed even more. After his two companions had finished resting, the group climbed into the RV.

Simon started the engine and drove off the unremarkable road with a "whoosh".

The endless trees receded to both sides as the RV smoothly spiraled upwards, passing through the tunnel and through the mountains. Lin An leaned against the window, watching the snow-capped peaks disappear into the sunset. As the sun gradually set, the vibrant, primeval forest fell into silence.

At the edge of the white mist, he had followed the local gods and completed such a thrilling sacrifice.

…………

The landlady was a kind middle-aged woman who kept the guesthouse rooms spotless, and the soft bedding smelled of sunshine.

With no one around, Lin An took out his wand, infused it with energy, and five gems appeared hovering above.

Within the blue gem, transparent wind elements pulsed and leaped; the emerald, besides its enhanced healing abilities, also subtly contained a special aura.

Feeling the tenacious fluctuations of life force, Lin An thought of a legend about the Philosopher's Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone has many names. Through the dissemination and translation of documents, some medieval alchemists also called it "Elixir of Life," or more colloquially, "the elixir of immortality."

This property is both an independent primordial substance called Dewstone and is considered one of the properties of the Philosopher's Stone.

The elixir of immortality contains the secret of transformation and also hides the ultimate interpretation of "humanity." Through its effects, alchemists receive the blessing of youth, restoring health and youthfulness.

According to Paracelsus, by harmonizing the human body with the five natural elements (fire, light, earth, water, and wind), aging and death can be postponed indefinitely.

Through the influence of "Commerx", the statements recorded in these medieval manuscripts became true.

Therefore, Lin An speculated that emeralds might be able to "bring the dead back to life".

Unfortunately, the collected Heavenly Dew Energy was far too little. After the system conducted some tests, Lin An guessed that it could probably withstand a fatal attack of "legendary to strange tale" level, reviving a person from the state of death.

"After studying the occult for so long, I finally have a second life," Lin An thought to himself.

Influenced by the routine of the Xunlang tribe, Lin An opened his eyes before five o'clock and found he couldn't fall back asleep.

He wanted to play on his phone, but found it uninteresting. The golden light of the rising sun streamed in through the window, so Lin An put on a coat and walked to the corridor on the first floor of the guesthouse.

The moist morning air rushed towards me, and the hazy mist outlined the girl's silhouette.

Lin An rubbed his eyes and recognized her as the landlord's daughter.

The young woman wore a low-cut wool cardigan, revealing her sun-tanned skin.

"Is there anything interesting?" Lin An asked, leaning against the fence.

The young woman stared at him indifferently with her large, dark eyes. She told Lin An that there was nothing worth remembering about Cannes.

“I’m going to college in New York,” the girl said. “I want to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bodleian, Central Park, and see the Statue of Liberty… My dream is to be a star and have my posters displayed on the screen in Times Square.”

“Oh, New York…” Lin An murmured, “The lifestyle there is frighteningly fast, with promotions flying everywhere and unbridled injections.”

“It’s more interesting than here. Day after day, I help my mother with housework and entertain you guests. Sometimes I sit alone in the corridor, watching the cars go by. I hope that a boy on a bicycle will pass by the door and stop to chat with me for a bit.”

She muttered about work, movies, visiting her grandmother in the summer, and hoping to go to New York to pick out a fashionable outfit—she was tired of the same old Midwestern fashion: baggy sweatshirts, dirty trousers, and always muddy riding boots.

“They said New York is a great place, and they even bought me a magazine, look.”

She took out a stack of her treasured copies of "Modern Girl," which were four years old and had been worn out from frequent use.

As they chatted, the young woman yawned and fell asleep in the rocking chair in the corridor.

She was only 18 years old, so cute, yet so lost.

Lin An made himself a cup of hot coffee and watched the newborn sun rise. There was a rustling sound coming from inside the house. Around eight o'clock, Mi Xi, who had finished washing up, called him to come and have breakfast.

At the dinner table, she told him that this was their last stay before entering New Mexico.

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