World Occult User Guide

In mid-February, the northern hemisphere enters the humid and warm early spring, and the southern hemisphere is about to end its long summer.

Only the equatorial region between the two can never get rid of the heat and dryness. The sun hanging in the sky releases amazing heat unimpeded 365 days a year.

However, at the pier in Kinshasa, a group of soldiers wearing shirts lined up in a straight line, struggling to block the dense crowds of onlookers on both sides. The competition between the two sides made everyone sweat profusely, and the salt water was printed on the white shirts, leaving behind Brown stains.

Standing at the front of the queue was a young man wearing a military cap. He was handsome and his eyes revealed a strategist that belied his age.

The young man was surrounded by two girls who looked similar but had very different temperaments.

The area where they stood was like an invisible cordon. No matter how daring the people were, they would not dare to rush into them or anyone within fifty meters of them.

About three days ago, in order to welcome this triumph, this young man with a military cap recruited a large number of strong men to work for him, widened the river at the mouth of the sea, sewed luxurious carpets, and even formed a temporary band.

Most people did not want to take part in it, but when they thought about the youth's iron-fist rule in Kinshasa over the past month, they reluctantly completed the preparations for the ceremony.

They couldn't wait for the young man's "immediate boss", the legendary ranger, the master of the [World Tree], to come back and restrain his behavior.

Not only that, as the capital of Bantu, the people of Kinshasa have many ways to obtain information. They have heard about the feats accomplished by the forest ranger in Ivory Coast and Lakoon for a long time, and they can't wait to see him - this man who fell from the sky. The "great leader".

Therefore, no matter what mood they were in, people gathered at the pier early, tiptoeing, and looking forward to it.

"Woo——"

A ship's whistle sounded, like some kind of alarm. The tens of thousands of noisy people all fell silent. Next to the young man in a military hat, a short man with fair skin and rosy skin jumped up.

"My ship has returned safely!"

"And our rangers, [angel investors]." Meyer corrected him sternly.

"Of course, I'm going to go up and give him a big hug." David rubbed his hands, "To the hero!"

"First come, first served, David, Misulu has reserved the first blessing, and then my sister and I." Mezo smiled and spread his hands, "You can't jump in line."

"Otherwise, watch your back." Misulu said coldly without looking back.

David took a breath and subconsciously touched the back of his neck. He knew that some of the ghosts summoned by Misulu would use blow darts to accurately insert into other people's arteries.

"My ability to use mysteries is amazing. When I awaken, I will definitely become the super source level that will violently kill you... No, maybe I can become a legendary statue."

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and David turned around with an easy-going Eastern face.

"Actually, you already have mysterious abilities."

"What?"

"Of course it's your money-making ability." Fu Bin winked humorously, "Angel investor, you can make me an offer I can't refuse."

"Sorry, I can't quite understand you." David took a step back awkwardly, "Please speak English, okay?"

"I speak English."

Suddenly, there was a chorus of exclamations from the pier. Taking advantage of Fu Bin's distraction, David quickly moved away from the Dragon Country man who thought he was a good joker, and looked at the rippling horizon again.

In addition to his magnificent ship, there were actually seven or eight ships approaching, as well as an extremely sophisticated, expensive, and huge ship.

God bless us, we must not have been attacked by some country!

Fortunately, the next moment, the green flag belonging to the [World Tree] was raised on the bow of the ship, and the other ships followed it obediently, including the expensive-looking ship.

"The ranger is back!" Misulu raised his pistol high and fired a shot into the sky, "Cheers!"

Without him giving orders, the people at the dock burst into excitement in unison, shouting fanatical and admiring words in various languages. The soldiers maintaining public order had to use their not-so-strong bodies to maintain order with increasing difficulty. .

"Hey, the ranger also installed a bow image on my boat." David's eyes widened and he moved the telescope, "Where is that god? Why does it have wings of two different colors? Oh my God, I'm not very good at it. Love this heretic idol!”

"Let me know." Fu Bin took the telescope from him, was silent for a while, and said uncertainly, "Well, the statue you are talking about... seems to be Edward Roberts."

"The Lion Country reporter who always corrected my pronunciation and grammar?" David was stunned. "He was welded to the bow of my boat?"

"The first possibility is that he angered the forest ranger and was punished with death; the second possibility..." Fu Bin brushed his fingers over the stubble on his chin, "He is now a mysterious person."

"What an ugly mystery man."

"Everyone has different aesthetics. I think the little things are quite unique, a bit like a non-mainstream penguin show." Seeing David step back again, Fu Bin grabbed him with quick eyes and hands, "But Edward is not this time. Protagonist. Investors, look to the sky!”

David raised his head and saw a line of glowing code appearing in the sky. The font was very large and bold.

"Good morning, users of World Tree. I am the developer of this system, the Forester. First of all, thank you for gathering together to celebrate my return. I hope that Bantu will become more prosperous with our concerted efforts."

This short line of words stumped 80% of the people present.

Although it is the capital, a large number of people only have primary school education, and even those who are educated may not necessarily understand French.

While many people were scratching their heads and whispering to each other, an emotionless mechanical sound sounded, as if it was echoing in everyone's ears, clear and loud.

It first read the text in English, then French, Bantu, Kituba and other local languages. Each notification lasted 20 seconds and took a full 5 minutes to end.

Thanks to him, the tens of thousands of people present understood the message conveyed by the ranger.

The port was silent at first, then erupted into waves of cheers that resounded through the clear blue sky.

The people didn't know why they were so excited all of a sudden. Maybe it was because they hadn't understood what the rulers meant for a long time.

"Please be quiet!"

It took a minute and a half to finish broadcasting this phrase. It happened that the mood of the people also calmed down, and words appeared again in the sky.

"Secondly, I would like to announce a piece of news here. The World Tree System is about to hold its second job fair to recruit talented, knowledgeable, and capable employees. If you are interested in this, please contact us from February 15th to 25th Reporting at the door of the Capitol, thank you for your cooperation.”

"The second job fair?"

Misulu and the others did not need voice playback. They all understood French and had different expressions for a while.

"This is a small update to the Yggdrasil system - enabling dictation. We are about to open a branch office in Lacon O and need more manpower and will also need to change the staff in Kinshasa - the future is full of schedule Busy."

A calm and pleasant voice sounded from the other side of the crowd. Misulu turned around suddenly and saw the black-haired young man standing in the morning light.

"Long time no see, friends, I'm back."

"Forest!"

Misulu rushed forward and hugged Lin An, who also slapped his thick and powerful back.

"Misulu, you did a good job."

During his time with the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, Lin An has been using the "Communicate with Developers" module to keep in touch with everyone in Kinshasa.

Under their management, the situation was stable. After the war, Kinshasha returned to the stability of the former Bantu capital, and the melee in other areas gradually subsided.

Not only that, Black Cat Okonkwo raised an army of nearly 10,000 people in a short period of time, Meyer basically reset the cabinet, and the other members also made achievements in their areas of expertise.

But these improvements are inseparable from Misulu’s “help.”

Lin An is away, [Prophet] is not good at and does not like fighting, Misuru has become the mysterious person on the front line, and the "War Emperor" has provided a lot of help in management and support.

"Building the territory is my responsibility." Misulu let go of Lin An and showed his white teeth, "Lin, let's go, let's go to the Capitol."

"Are you going to work right after you get back?" Lin An frowned, "I was thinking of going to the Presidential Palace to rest for a while."

After hearing his words, Misulu's expression was a little subtle. Before Lin An could ask, sisters Mezzo and Meyer followed him from left to right and decorated Lin An's hair with petals. This was their celebration of "hunting victory." The way.

Immediately afterwards, David strode over and wanted to hug Lin An. After feeling Misulu's unfriendly eyes, he agreed slightly and trotted towards his ship.

"Ranger, I, uh..."

Lin An turned his attention to the last ranger, Fu Bin. The latter scratched his head and couldn't hold back a few words of celebration for a long time, so he simply followed David's footsteps.

"I'm going to see the reporters."

"The second job fair may be an opportunity to replace him." Misulu raised his lips. "Although he is the best architect I have ever seen, the content and way of his words are inexplicably unpleasant."

"Colleagues are not necessarily your friends. I didn't get along very well with some of my colleagues in the past." Lin An pulled back the topic, "Misulu, is there something going on in the presidential palace?"

Misuru scratched his head, Mezo looked around and spoke in a low voice.

"Lin, a powerful mystic came here not long ago. He named you and said he wanted to see you."

"Looking for me?" Lin An raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah. The first thing he said was, 'I'm looking for Lin An'?"

Lin An's pupils shrank, who is this guy?

I actually know his Chinese name.

"We told him that there was no Lin An here, but after hearing our explanation, he changed his mind and said we were looking for you."

"Has this person revealed his identity or purpose?"

"It's dangerous to let a stranger roam the territory, so I asked the [Prophet] to find a way to lock him up in the presidential palace." Misulu took over, "Anyway, his original words were, 'Tell the ranger that I am another person. A forest messenger' (end of chapter).