Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

As the other person spoke those words, Mian gradually realized that this space felt unusually close to her, as if it were an organ, a side of her. Just like the parts from her throat to her stomach that she could never normally see.

Mian had a vague feeling that he could create anything he wanted in this space, as long as he wanted to.

So he tentatively stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. And in the pitch-black space, a white plastic food stall chair appeared before Mian's eyes.

Without further ado, Mian sat down on the plastic chair, then waved his hand, and another chair appeared next to the female ghost.

Mian pressed her hand down, making a gesture of invitation.

"Please sit down, intruder. If you tell the truth, perhaps I'll let you go?"

Even before the "female ghost" in front of her was muttering about a king and a palace, Mi An guessed that the reason why the other party failed to possess her was most likely that the cheat that often acted strangely.

After all, as a proletarian who believed in materialism, Mian never dreamed that he would become a king.

The fact that the cheat system worked was a pleasant surprise, since Mi An basically had no control over it. But that didn't stop Mi An from using the cheat system to act like a powerful, otherworldly being—something he had done countless times before.

The lingering power of the golden finger was still there. When the female ghost saw Mi An's rather fierce appearance, she immediately trembled and obediently sat down on the plastic chair.

"My name is Ryan Ford, I was born in the year 2000, and I'm a 'fisherman'."

"A fisherman? Which esoteric sect?"

Mian raised an eyebrow and asked.

Perhaps sensing the hostility in Mian's tone, the "female ghost" who called herself Ryan quickly waved her hand and said:

"No, no, I do not submit to any tantric sect. I am an independent transcendent. I was taught by my teacher and embarked on the path to ascension."

The apprenticeship system for dissemination is a classical but inefficient method.

Mian kept this in mind, and then continued to ask:

"Is that magic book yours?"

"That should be true."

Ryan answered weakly:

"Those are my notes from when I was learning magic. They record all the spells I know and their corresponding casting steps, even simple spell arrays... Sometimes I'll use these carefully prepared books to cast simple spells directly—this is common between 'Fishermen' and 'Skuas,' and as a seasoned 'Fisherman,' you should know that too..."

Mian noticed her understanding of her own identity, which immediately piqued Mian's great curiosity, so she asked:

"Oh? You think I'm a 'fisherman'? Why?"

Ryan blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why this man, who should be a senior expert, would ask such a question.

But considering that he had just witnessed the terrifying king and palace, and that he was currently in a mental space completely controlled by the other party, Ryan honestly answered:

"The spell I left in my notebook that can bring my soul back can only be read through illusions by a 'fisherman,' so I think you should be a 'fisherman'..."

"I see."

Mian nodded at these words and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ryan, who was watching this scene, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She realized something: the prerequisite for reading the illusion was not only the "fisherman", but also the "fisherman" who did not know Sumanan language before.

Sumanan originated in Mesopotamia and was brought to the New World by the esoteric religions of the Old World. Accompanied by colonial activities, it became a widely circulated language in the secret world of the Ocean Federation.

Especially for the "fishermen" of the Ocean Federation, a large amount of magical knowledge related to "fishermen" is recorded in Sumanan. Any "fisherman" who is even slightly involved in this field will inevitably try to master Sumanan.

This is why Ryan would use this language to screen out novice "fishermen" who are easy to possess, because any powerful "fisherman" from Oceania who could ambush Ryan should have already mastered this language.

Judging from the skin color of the person in front of me, he probably comes from the Ribbon Union. The "fishermen" there have a different lineage, and it is indeed possible to become powerful by mastering a language.

But this leads to another paradox: fishermen are always the most prepared extraordinary individuals. Just like going deep-sea fishing, they absolutely cannot go without sufficient prior preparation.

How could a "fisherman" from the Ribbon Union, who only knows the local language, possibly come to Oceania without any precautions?

The longer Ryan stayed in this space, the more she could sense the existence of this body. As a seasoned "fisherman," she had begun to be able to vaguely perceive the environment in which this body was located.

It was an incredibly dirty and messy cheap hotel, with the quiet night view of the Duchy of Liberty outside the window.

Feeling all of this, a bold idea formed in Ryan's mind, so she tentatively asked:

"Could it be that you wish to learn Sumanan and my magic? I can help you; consider this compensation for your overstepping."

When Mian heard Ryan's cautious probing, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and the gap between his missing front teeth looked somewhat comical in the dim light of his consciousness space.

He said:

"Help me learn Sumanan and magic? That sounds... like a good suggestion. If you're really going to do that, I might... consider sparing your life."

"Really?!"

Ryan's voice rose instantly, filled with unbelievable ecstasy and the exhaustion of surviving a close call; she almost slid off the simple plastic chair and knelt down.

"Thank you! Thank you! Great... uh, Your Excellency! You are so generous and kind! Ryan Ford will do everything in my power to teach you everything I know! I will not hold back the slightest bit!"

Her tone was full of gratitude, and her "body" wrapped in silk threads even trembled slightly with excitement, as if she was truly impressed by Mian's magnanimity.

However, beneath that seemingly grateful and tearful exterior, a mad, ecstatic grin was already blooming deep within Ryan's soul!

As expected! Just as I suspected!

Ryan's thoughts raced, surging like a deep-sea whirlpool.

He took the bait. He wasn't some hidden king at all, nor a powerful "fisherman"! He was just a... cunning, lucky, and incredibly lucky outsider who got a huge bargain.

Ryan has a full understanding of his own level.

The term "independent superhuman" sounds impressive, but in reality, it simply means being someone who can only pick up scraps among various powerful factions.

Even though Ryan made considerable progress on the path of the "fisherman" thanks to enough luck and hard work, her lack of magical skills and resources ultimately led to her death at the hands of a "minion" who already had a master.

All the spells she possessed were, in the end, nothing particularly extraordinary. Someone who truly controlled the situation and possessed overwhelming power would never covet what she had!

The man before her might possess some kind of "adventure" or "treasure" that she couldn't comprehend and that could induce terrifying illusions, but the vast royal palace and army were definitely not his own power.

If that's the case, maybe, maybe...

A bold idea popped into Ryan's mind.

Perhaps my attempt to possess someone hasn't failed yet, and I might even obtain a body that's far better than the newbie's?