World Occult User Guide

Lin An was looking at the mirror with the "One Eye of God", which reflected the entire private conference room on the middle floor of the press conference building.

This mirror is not a dangerous [Burning Mirror], it is just an ordinary full-length mirror, placed in the center of a small room of about 10 square meters. In front of it, tables and chairs are lined up, waiting for guests to sit down.

There were no lights on in the room, and weak sunlight filtered through the blinds, outlining a vague outline.

The transition between day and night at the equator is very regular. It has not yet reached six o'clock in the evening, and the sun is high in the sky. Lin Xile on the other side does not dare to relax, for fear that the [Burning Mirror] will be exposed to the sun's rays and run away again.

However, by changing the nature of the metal, she reduced her weight, making it easier for the sailors on the ship to lift her from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

The ship and the ship of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce looked at each other from a distance, and neither side dared to act rashly.

After a two-hour stalemate, the originally calm and cautious members of the Chamber of Commerce suddenly waved the white flag, claiming that they were willing to accept failure and would let Yggdrasil deal with it, hoping that the ranger would spare his life.

Lin An was a little strange. Although the Voodoo Priest and the Chamber of Commerce President were dead and the Burning Mirror was captured, this did not mean that there were no other mystics in the huge Flemish family.

According to Lin Xile's observation, there were at least five mystics on board the ship.

On the other hand, on the side of World Tree, although Alchemy Life and Burning Mirror are both high-rated mystics, they are in a state of immobility and can only use their remaining power to scare the opponent. In fact, they have almost no energy left to fight anymore.

Apart from this, there was not a single mystic on board the ship.

The Maori was just following David's instructions to assist World Tree. If anything were to happen, he would probably jump into the sea and run away.

During the initial stalemate, the Chamber of Commerce kept releasing smoke bombs to test the strength of the World Tree ship. When they discovered that the World Tree was stronger on the outside and stronger on the inside, they were obviously ready to make a move.

For a few minutes, the two sides even set up cannons and prepared to fire at each other, formally declaring war.

However, at a certain point in time, the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce surrendered in frustration, like a player whose game time was over.

Until all the ordinary people were disarmed and under control, and each mystic was handcuffed by the golden handcuffs made by the [Philosopher's Stone], Lin An had to believe that he had won.

The Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce surrendered easily without much resistance.

Easier than imagined...

If the Chamber of Commerce did not contact Lin An to discuss compensation terms and release these prisoners afterwards, they would have completely left it to his disposal.

Normally, Lin An would have trained them and then absorbed them all into World Tree, which was short of manpower.

But since the system became confusing and slow to respond, he decided to carefully review and select new people to join his organization.

At this moment, he was contacting Meyer in Kinshasa and asking her to plan the second expansion of Yggdrasil talent while manipulating Lin Xile to carefully place the [Burning Mirror].

This mysterious man who is delirious and possesses fatal abilities will be controlled by [World Tree]. After observation and recording by the research department, he will become the first person in the World Tree system who can exchange [Ashe Leaves] for usage times. "Mysterious Object".

Similar to the exchange warehouse of the St. Annilov Foundation.

If the mirror miraculously regains consciousness during the observation period and becomes a calm mystic, Lin An has other plans.

But now it has no reason at all. It is a dangerous and crazy killing machine. Lin An can't do anything about it, let alone bring danger to his companions for a stranger he has never met.

"Crunch."

There was a harsh sound from the wooden door, interrupting Lin An's multitasking.

In the reflection of the mirror, a hand with five rings stretched into the dark room and fumbled for the light switch. After four or five seconds, he couldn't find anything and walked in impatiently.

"Dear ranger, I heard you are here."

Speaking English with a strong accent, a fat man with a curly beard and a bare chest walked in. His skin was covered with black and dark blue tattoos, just like a sweater with complicated patterns.

Several people in black filed in, filling the already small conference room.

There was no one in the room, and this group of powerful people couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. The big man at the head scratched his double-burger-like chin and muttered to himself in confusion.

"Is that girl at the front desk lying to me? Forest ranger? Forest ranger?"

Lin An, who was replying to the message, had a thought, and everyone saw a floating green data code suddenly appear in the center of the empty, dark room.

"Nice to meet you, Pan Gielgud (Polish: Sir)."

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"Buzz buzz..."

The chaotic sound of the keys sounded like bees, playing "Flight of the Bumblebee".

When Jacob opened his eyes, what he saw was the Atlantic Ocean, like the red sun that never sets, shining warmly on his body, drying out moisture and moisture, and bringing comfortable warmth.

"Welcome back, Alfonso III."

Shadows covered the sun, and voices rang out in the otherwise silent room.

"Damn it, why are you here? I clearly -" Jacob was about to sit up when he was shocked to find that his hands and feet had been cut off, leaving only his torso, "God damn it, what did you do!?"

"The limbs are very good parts - so are the other parts. Unfortunately, I can only choose between the heart and the brain, unless you grow facial features on your belly like Xing Tian."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Xingtian is a mythology that my father told me. A long time ago, a god of war was beheaded by his enemies." The man continued without hesitation, "He was reborn with his breasts as eyes and his belly button as a mouth. Very creative, right?"

"It's crazy!" Jacob cursed, "I'll give you one last chance, let me go! Otherwise, even if I have to pay the price of being expelled, I will report your violation to [Metalont]!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The sound of "Flight of the Bumblebee" became louder and louder, and the shadow pattern above Jacob's head gradually became darker.

He saw a piano move to the top of his head, and the heavy black triangle was tied with a few weak hemp ropes, and it was shaky.

There was no pianist, it played automatically.

"Ah, St. Helena! The place where Emperor Napoleon I was exiled, not far from the Ivory Coast, will allow me to arrive in time before you wake up."

The footsteps faded away, and Jacob turned his head with difficulty, only to see the man moving his eight arthropod legs, snapping his fingers as he walked, and a spark jumped and flashed.

"The ranger's guess is 80% correct. The number of times you can be resurrected depends on how many language versions of "Picatrix" there are. [Snake Waist] told me that people don't want to be your enemy because you are good at playing dirty tricks behind the scenes and have unlimited lives."

"It's true. In the eyes of people who think they are full of insight, once you die, you will reappear in the Kingdom of Flanders after 2 hours. So [Snake Waist] concluded: You need 2 hours to be resurrected; your resurrection point is Flanders."

"But this is too obvious, as if you deliberately let others think so. Aren't you afraid that someone will burn down everything you run in the Kingdom of Flanders?"

"I am the master of the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce], I am a member of [Black City], and I am one of the [Seven Sin Lords]." Jacob gritted his teeth and said, implying that no one dared to be so presumptuous.

"You are also a 'prophet', a cunning businessman, a meticulous hypocrite, and have nothing to do with boldness and recklessness. Even your arrogance and self-confidence are the powder of poisonous butterflies, which are bright and beautiful, but can be rubbed away completely with fingers." The man put his fingers together, sparks flew high, a slight explosion sounded, and a hemp knot was ignited. "So I spent some time investigating some clues hidden inadvertently-more than 30 years ago, you bought the right to control this island from the [Stonemason Association]." "Except that it was a little more lively due to the arrival of Emperor Napoleon more than 200 years ago, what is special about this place with only more than 5,000 permanent residents? Haha! The most deserted and isolated island in history, an excellent secret base." "For you, the most important thing is the Arabic original of "Picatrix", which is equivalent to your origin. Without it, any translated documents will no longer exist." Jacob bit his lips tightly until bleeding, and squeezed out words from his teeth word by word. "You betrayed Heidu! No wonder you didn't arrive to deal a fatal blow to the ranger when we fought him no matter how much we urged you to - you threatened me to do things for you by saying that I stole some of the goods from the Theia Auction!"

"Here is my supplement to the ranger. Every time you die, you will regain consciousness through the Arabic original of "Picatrix", then rest for a while on the remote island of St. Helena, and then choose a translated version to revive."

The two chatted irrelevantly, and neither of them intended to confirm the other's statement.

"Woo woo woo, buzz woo woo--"

Only the electronic piano above was still playing "Flight of the Bumblebee". Unlike human fingers that get tired easily, it does not need to rest or pause, and the beat is getting faster and faster, almost making people breathless.

"Traitor! You killed Tshisekedi Kumasi in disguise, and you stood by and watched, causing the forest ranger to kill me - ah, you also misled me into thinking that the forest ranger was related to [Brahma]!" In Jacob's shrunken pupils, a thin tongue of fire followed the hemp rope all the way up and quickly climbed to the fulcrum where the piano was hanging. "Don't you want to protect [the forest ranger]! But why?!" Before the roar ended, the rope above broke, and the unsupported piano fell straight down, hitting Jacob who couldn't move, and all the keys were pressed down. "Dang--" The blind sound echoed, like the last beat of the heart. The instigator put his hands behind his back, and the flying sparks and bees in the sky kept jumping in his dark pupils, like the crackling of fireworks on New Year's Eve. "Don't be smart, Jacob van Hovwegen, President of the Red Poppy Merchants Guild." He said expressionlessly, "I just fulfilled the job of a hunter-knowing his prey." (End of this chapter)