World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 227 also remained silent.
"Wake up. Wake up."

A foreign language from Middle-earth rang out, and Simon opened his eyes to see a young boy.

He stood amidst the ruins, his six hands clasped together, each finger making a strange gesture, and obscure words escaping from the tip of his tongue.

The boy had light beeswax-colored skin, short, messy white hair like weeds, and a blurred face, revealing only his piercing, elephant-like eyes.

If Mishi were there, she would recognize the boy as the one she had unexpectedly met at the Foundation's exchange warehouse.

Out of her straightforwardness, she even asked the boy if he was an employee of the foundation.

It was after meeting the boy that Mishi awakened the legendary "Goddess of Agriculture," the Fairy Queen.

The brown-skinned, white-haired boy sat cross-legged on a lotus-like pedestal, his feet touching each other. A strange, obscure, and difficult-to-pronounce buzzing sound escaped from the tip of his tongue, like an incessant chanting of scriptures, and was transmitted to the twelve candle arrays below the nebula.

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened..."

Simon sat up, his body heavy, and was shocked to find that he had lost his arms and was left with only countless pairs of wings that he could control at will.

He tried to touch his cheek, only to find that his head was nothing but a wisp of floating moonlight. Memories gradually flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"So that's it..."

“After you lost consciousness, an evil queen opened a passage between us and ‘Comers,’” the boy explained in slightly broken English. “As a result, disasters struck everywhere, raging fires burned, and the earth bore countless evil fruits.”

He didn't want to give Simon time to dwell on the past, which suited Simon's wishes perfectly.

Rocky's self-righteous deception was so malicious that Simon now only hoped for a new mission to keep him alive, or...

During his more than 30 years of service to the government, being busy had become a deeply ingrained habit and part of his nature.

"Stand beside me," the boy commanded.

Simon had a thought and gently floated toward him, his body no longer feeling weightless, only pure consciousness—he was quite surprised, after all, he estimated that his own pollution level was over 80%, yet his consciousness was still very clear.

"It was I who kept you conscious so that I could convey my message to Lin An when I was too busy to be in two places at once."

"Lin?" Simon was stunned. "What happened to him?"

The boy offered no explanation, only saying, "Your Evil Eye is one of the most terrifying sources of mysticism, even more so than Sariel's. Records of the Evil Eye date back to 3000 BC, written in Sumerian and Assyrian cuneiform."

"But the current radiation level is too low, so it will only appear when the pollution level increases. This power is very effective in preventing disasters and stagnation of continuously circulating energy."

"And it is precisely because of you that the sealing effect can be doubled when dealing with Lin An."

The boy added another pair of divine gestures, extending his index and middle fingers and thumb together toward Simon.

“Take my words with you, make him momentarily dazed, and then release this energy.”

In an instant, a flood of information rushed into Simon's mind along with the boy's gestures, eventually transforming into a mesmerizing, exotic chant.

He had never heard the language of this religion before, yet he could still sense a trace of divine spirituality and wisdom within it.

"Bodhi has no tree, so where can dust alight?"

“Advice from heaven…” Simon murmured to himself.

“Life is nothing but the eternal flow of birth, death, and transition; the intermediate state experience happens to us all the time,” the boy said. “But your religion may have a different philosophy. If you refuse, I will let you go.”

"No, not anymore."

Simon touched his forehead with his cold wings, knowing full well that without the boy's help, he would become a wandering monster, joining the out-of-control army that was destroying Dietrich.

He experienced too many lies and betrayals in his life, and was also subjected to various constraints and repressions, but he never gave up his simplest belief, which was integrity and honesty.

Therefore, in his final moments, he absolutely did not want to die as an executioner.

“Nirvana and the world are not different in the slightest, and the world and Nirvana are not different in the slightest. The reality of Nirvana and the boundary of the world are not different at all.”

The boy raised his hands and placed them flat in front of his chest, his tone indifferent.

"Go, we will enter the cycle of selflessness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Simon felt himself embracing that ball of light and entering a strange, ethereal, and ethereal state.

He could freely reminisce about the past; he longed for his hometown and the woman he loved most.

In the impoverished town, there is a gray rock, in some places turned green due to sea erosion, and a sparsely populated town rises from the trunks of frankincense trees and elm bushes.

The town was shrouded in smoke, with only the faint sounds of children playing and girls chasing each other.

Suddenly, a flame burst forth from the smoke.

Although it spread slowly, it eventually engulfed the entire town. The fire was fierce, and the blood-red vortex swallowed everything. Simon then realized that he was in mid-air above Dietrich, looking down at the earth.

Tears, screams, the arms of corpses reaching towards the sky, and the collapsed thick planks, neatly arranged iron sheets, and charred trees were all horribly mixed together.

A rumbling sound came from afar, the river roared, and everything was heading towards destruction and collapse.

Every street corner was littered with corpses, piled up in the place Simon had once guarded, their blood and tears dried up.

With this indescribable pain, his gaze swept over the faces of the corpses, examining each one carefully, and gradually he felt relieved.

Simon bowed to God with a heart full of gratitude.

Because he didn't see his companion, whom he had been anxiously searching for, among the corpses, he felt a sense of relief, albeit selfishly. As the altitude increased, the ceaseless flow of sound gradually subsided, and the colors of the flames and blood became like black and white pencil drawings, eventually fading away completely.

The sky covered the ruins of Dietrich with darkness, the black color enveloping the earth, while above Simon's head shone an unusual light, a large, glowing star, and colors that did not belong to any spectrum.

Amidst countless unfamiliar and eerie colors, Simon could still find a trace of quiet familiarity, enveloped in flowing nebulae, like an embryo with only its heartbeat remaining.

That familiar presence was in pain, struggling, and resisting the fate imposed upon him.

Simon decided to help him out.

Because this life is still very young, full of endless enthusiasm and hope.

He mimicked the boy's actions, releasing the seal in his hands and spreading each wing as wide as possible, his countless evil eyes fixed on the alien nexus.

From the endless darkness, a pure white, gentle moon rose.

The moonlight first shone on the riverbank of the New Tower of Babylon, making the undulating water sparkle. Then, the milky white light shone on the dilapidated city and on everyone's head, like a warm, large hand.

Under the gaze of the Evil Eye, the flow of energy in the Nebula stopped, and a familiar aura instantly broke through the viscous outer shell, unfolding like a blooming flower.

Time flows simultaneously from five thousand years ago to the present, and all things whisper and communicate within this flower, singing songs from different eras, civilizations, and regions.

The shape of a young man is vaguely visible among the flowers, as he unconsciously gazes at the moonlight before him.

The next moment, countless hand gestures of seals drilled towards the young man, further pushing away the tangled, viscous energy around him and creating a sliver of pure land.

The trembling moonlight, like a spring breeze, caressed the young man's body, dispelling his coldness and bewilderment.

"Don't stay here any longer."

Foreign languages ​​rang in the young people's ears, and ancient, trilled accents echoed.

"It will allow your essence to spread out and become an omnipresent concept, but your consciousness will soon dissipate, and you will no longer have thoughts or opinions, because you will become a long, endless string of molecules."

"Can't I go back to...my planet?" the young man murmured to himself.

Do you really belong there?

The flowers shook violently, their ever-changing gestures pushing away the energy around them that was trying to devour the young man. The chanting, bathed in incense, dispelled the obsession and madness emanating from "Comers".

The twelve candles below grew dimmer, causing the nebula's rotation to slow down and quickly stabilize, with the energy structure no longer increasing or decreasing.

"what……"

The young man suddenly began to breathe.

In that instant, with the help of the gentle moonlight, he found his place in the vast and complex world, standing out from countless moments in time.

Like a small boat finding a lighthouse in the night.

"In the endless space and time and memories, I only empathize with 'Lin An'. Although my spirit is a remnant of an alien, the person Lin An is shaped by my experiences along the way."

Lin An didn't know who the moonlight was, but the gentle voice touched his soul, unconsciously bringing back fragmented and joyful memories.

They played noisily, repeatedly reminding him of his only real name.

"My name is Lin An. Brother Guangzi, how should I address you?"

However, the moonlight did not respond.

The outlines of feathers and the evil eye vanished into nothingness, yet its aura remained so kind, loving, and docile, accepting the final arrangement of the gods like a martyr.

For some reason, Lin An felt that the moonlight was smiling at him.

A familiar tone murmured a word, very softly, barely audible, addressed to God, and also to Lin An.

"Good morning."

The serene light maintained a calm and sincere smile, the thin mist swirling around it, guiding it back to its eternal rest in paradise, a ray of dawn casting its light from the gloomy clouds, illuminating the ravaged city.

Suddenly, sorrow, like a relentless stream, flooded Lin An's heart and tore his chest apart.

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The list of anomalies in St. Annilov, code name A-001 [Rose Moonlight].

Starting April 1, 2038, an object composed of moonlight and feathers has been appearing in the city of Dietrich. Its shape resembles clouds and light, and it opens hundreds of eyes on its wings as soon as it senses someone approaching.

It mostly floats in the sky, drifting along a specific route, as shown in the map below [image], which is said to be very similar to the patrol routes of the former Foundation.

Those who make eye contact with [Rose Moonlight] will feel their entire body stiffen and enter a vegetative state, unable to use magic or movement; depending on the individual's rating, radiation level, and pollution level, this effect lasts approximately 15 to 60 seconds, please be aware of this.

After the stiffening effect ends, the observer's wounds will be healed to some extent, and some of the malignant energy residue caused by the attack by the mysterious will be purified.

【Rose Moonlight】is a beneficial anomaly for survivors, but unfortunately it usually floats too high and moves too fast, making it difficult to encounter.

However, it seems to respond to calls from survivor base leaders and individual administrators.

P.S. I'm not afraid of [Rose Moonlight] at all, because this person was once so friendly and kind to me.

—Melisa Slaine, leader of the base.

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