World Occult Usage Guide

Lin An had thought that no matter how much Jacob's divinity collapsed, the "Rose Ascension" would at least cause some damage. However, at the last moment, the altar painting seemed to be pushed over on the spot, fading, discoloring, and returning to nothingness.

A faint smell of sulfur lingered, a scent from hell.

After a long silence, Lin An quickly skimmed across the azure Atlantic Ocean like a seagull, picking up as many copies of "Picardi" as possible that weren't completely soaked.

Most of the ancient books had long been crushed into soft, crumpled balls by the waves, stuck together. Only five and a half sheets of paper drifted away with the wind and hung on the rocks and the protruding coconut trees.

Lin An picked them and put them into his bosom, page by page.

He landed on Jacob's small boat, eagerly unfolded half a sheet of paper, pondered briefly, and tentatively wrote down Latin words in imitation of left-hand cursive script.

"This is an alchemical life form, her name is Lin Xile."

A strange feeling came from the other side, and Lin An sensed that a certain cosmic rhythm was playing near Lin Xile.

Arabic astronomy...

"She was fighting a full-length mirror that could reflect beams of sunlight from the surface of the ship. The mirror had lost control of its 'master' and gone mad. It instinctively avoided the troublesome Lin Xile and instead set fire to the chamber of commerce members in the cabin, burning them to a crisp."

These details are accurate intelligence from Lin Xile. Ever since Lin An and Jacob started fighting, the Chamber of Commerce President has not given any more instructions to the [Burning Mirror].

It circled the ship a few times, looking for an opportunity to strike. Lin An, standing on the small boat, squinted and saw a line of green data appear in the distance.

[Name]: The Burning Mirror
[Rating]: Legendary C-grade

Radiation level: 40.6%
[Pollution Level]: 88.9%
[Medium]: Nature Ritual
As expected, the legendary mysterious figure had radiation levels similar to those of a voodoo priest, indicating an extremely high level of contamination.

Nature worship...

If you put it in a dark, enclosed space...

The Mirror of Burning, not far away, and Lin Xile were locked in a stalemate for a moment before the Mirror of Burning suddenly seemed to lose patience and drifted downwards.

Lin Xile was afraid it was a trap, so she didn't dare to go to the window to check. It wasn't until a terrified scream came from the cabin below, accompanied by the unpleasant smell of burnt coal, that she roughly understood where the [Burning Mirror] had gone.

The Chamber of Commerce's ship has five decks, with the Chamber President's office at the top. This mirror reflects sunlight down the decks to the unsuspecting crew members inside.

Unlike Lin Xile, they were completely powerless to fight back.

Taking advantage of the mirror diverting attention, Lin Xile swiftly closed the office window, the shrill screams echoing incessantly, mixed with muffled curses.

"Damn it, we should have thrown that kid and his work ID into the sea back then!"

Lin Xile sensed the subtle fluctuations in external energy. Even without reason, the Burning Mirror was filled with purposeful resentment—it was deliberately attacking members of the Chamber of Commerce and wantonly venting its anger.

Perhaps he was a sailor whose wages were owed by the Chamber of Commerce?

The truth will never be known, but the burning mirror reflects a deep-seated rage against the Red Poppy Merchant Guild.

It reversed the angle of the mirror, sparing no effort to burn every member in its field of vision, emitting a satisfying "clanging" sound.

After receiving the information, Lin An bit the tip of his pen and continued writing.

"The out-of-control [Burning Mirror] has finally found its freedom. It unleashes its pent-up rage on the guild members who once toyed with it. Now it is the hunter, and it spares no effort to kill anyone who dares to enter its sight."

Energy vibrated, and Lin Xile lay on the ground listening. The Burning Mirror's attack became increasingly fierce, and the cabin below was in complete chaos.

"At the same time, the alchemical life form we mentioned earlier melted itself into the lightest, most fluid metal, slowly seeping down through the cracks in the floor, four layers, three layers—until the ship's basement."

"She transformed back into human form, opened the hatch, and plunged into the embrace of the Atlantic Ocean. The fish, which had experienced two shocks, all hid in the coral reefs. It seemed that even the seaweed dared not drift. She swam unimpeded to the very bottom of the Burning Mirror."

"When the mirror was engrossed in killing, the alchemical life suddenly extended two metal rods from a tricky angle, wrapped around the edge of the burning mirror, pulled it into the Atlantic Ocean, and its body became a box that framed the other, the six sides of which fit together perfectly, blocking all natural light."

Lin An put down the period, looked at the ship, and a splash of water rose up.

"thump!"

The waves swallowed the outward-spreading ripples, and the fleeing crowd shouted and shoved each other, unaware that the terrifying light that had been chasing them had vanished.

Following the plot of "Picardiax", Lin Xile imprisoned the terrifying "Burning Mirror".

The mirror struggled incessantly within the cube forged by alchemical life, making a loud clanging sound when its edges touched the metal cage. But without the reflection of the sun, it was just an ordinary, flying full-length mirror, unable to escape any longer.

"And just like that, the mirror surrendered."

The black ink blurred the image of the burning mirror, which sighed deeply, leaned against the square wall, and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea along with the metal.

I have to say, it feels really great to control your destiny.

Lin An originally wanted Lin Xile to lock it up at night and take it out again after dark to begin further containment.

On second thought, he suddenly twirled his pen and started a new story after the period.

"The failure to avenge its wrath and control it was too much for the [Burning Mirror] to accept. Its mentality completely collapsed, and its level of corruption exceeded 100%, turning it into a mysterious object." Unfortunately, the future did not unfold as he had envisioned.

The Burning Mirror, which had resigned itself to its fate, suddenly became invigorated again, violently colliding its body against the edge of the alchemical creature once more.

The story, which had finally settled, has fallen apart.

If Lin Xile hadn't gained absolute control over the Burning Mirror, things might have changed drastically.

Lin An roughly understood how to use these papers.

Even without obtaining Jacob's entry, writing on the Piccadilly Scripture with the guild master's lost pen can still demonstrate the power to influence one's destiny.

However, the premise for this mystery to work is that Lin An's story conforms to basic logic, because he did not have the opportunity to revise it like Jacob did.

If the plot is too exaggerated or unrealistic, the whole story will fall apart and need to be started all over again.

Although it wasn't as smooth as he used to be, Lin An was still quite satisfied.

The Burning Mirror sank into the sea, and the crew thought that the mad mirror was still lingering outside the window, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow. They all hid in a corner, trembling with fear.

As Lin An pondered how to deal with this group of people, a long, drawn-out horn blared from the horizon.

"Woo——"

He recognized the voice; in the time loop, he had stood at the Mbanbuka dock more than once, waiting for this ship.

The union members brought David's ship.

Its direction of travel was towards the trading ports of Ivory Coast.

Lin An had previously told them to stop in international waters, but his contest with the Red Poppy Merchant Guild had ended, and Jacob already knew his itinerary, so where the ship stopped wouldn't affect their development.

Just in case, Lin An specially delivered "God's One Eye," listened intently, and confirmed that Edward's fellow workers were indeed on the ship. Then he raised his hand, and green data spread out against the clear blue sky.

"The forest ranger is here."

This line of text was only visible to users of the World Tree system, and the ship immediately sounded its horn to signal them to change direction.

Before they could get close, a dark shadow approached Lin An's small boat from underwater, and a long shark leaped up.

"Kia Ora! Wishing you good health."

"Good afternoon, friends from the Maori tribe." Lin An made way for you, "What brings you here?"

“That landlubber sent a distress message to the captain.” The Maori man returned to human form, fiddling with his short, dark, curly hair and wringing out the water. “He couldn’t reach you, so he rushed over.”

Lin An's communication equipment was confiscated by the voodoo priest, and the captain's World Tree system permissions were insufficient for him to communicate directly with the rangers, so the captain had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

“I think they are very disobedient to your orders, ranger,” the Maori said casually. “In our tribe, anyone who disrespects the chief is a sinner, and every member of the tribe will strike him on the back of the head with a paddle until he dies.”

"Why did Edward ask him for help? That's strange..."

Lin An checked the "Communication with Developers" section and found that the other party had not sent any messages since the last communication ended.

"Logically speaking, the problems he can't solve now are all related to the 'Commerx' world. He should be asking me for help first."

"Forest rangers! Forest rangers! Forest rangers!"

A series of loud calls came from the approaching ship, and Edward's workers raised their arms and shouted Lin An's name in unison.

"What happened?" he asked, displaying a line of data.

"First mate, read Mr. Roberts' message to everyone," the captain ordered.

"'Help, I'm stuck in the wall,' 'Uh, never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway'; Wait! He sent a new message: 'Don't read the first paragraph aloud in English, I don't want anyone—especially the foresters—to see me…'"

However, the sailors, eager to save lives, had no patience to listen. They gathered their strength and roared in unison.

"Help! Edward Roberts is stuck in the wall! Edward Roberts is stuck in the wall!"

A loud roar echoed across the calm Atlantic Ocean. Lin An blinked and stopped recording. He was just about to record this incident so he could talk to Edward about it later.

Who would have thought that such a wonderful moment could be captured?

Moreover, the Red Poppy Merchant Guild ships and a group of foreign guests' ships on the White Elephant Coast, all facing the steamer, witnessed this scene. The ships were filled with newspaper employees.

Not everyone has the privilege of entering the press conference, and some were lucky enough to escape unscathed.

They stared in disbelief at the row of sailors, and unanimously memorized the names they had shouted out.

Edward Roberts, a brave man. (End of Chapter)