Myst, Might, Mayhem (Novel)

Note: Jeong is used in this chapter. I will assume this is the Mc's original name before he took over Mok Gyeongwoon's identity.

Note: I am changing my schedule to 1 chapter a day since it is impossible to properly edit the chapters for more than that. thought, on days I am more productive, I will release more than one, so stay tuned for that. Also, if we do end up on the rankings, then I will release extra chapters, so power stones everybody! Also pls review it so more people can actually find it, lmao. right now its basically invisible.

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"Do as I say~"

"W-What are you doing now…"

"You said you could control the curse and get what you originally wanted from Jangju's mouth."

'!?' Shaman Myoshin was momentarily dumbfounded.

Looking at the atmosphere, he thought they would naturally tell him to save Jangju. But he never thought something like this would happen.

The guard Go Chan was equally dumbfounded.

'I thought he would ask the Shaman to somehow save Lord Jangju in order to avoid getting into trouble with the Great Lady, but I never thought he would make the same request as the Great Lady!'

Go Chan approached Mok Gyeongwoon and whispered, "Young Master. What are you going to do?"

"You heard it."

"Yes?"

"He said he can year what the great lady wants from the Lord Jang's mouth."

At those words, Guard Go Chan frowned and pursed his lips, 'I wasn't asking because I didn't know that!'

"No, Young Master. What are you going to do once you've found it?"

At that question, Mok Gyeongwoon gave a light snort. Then he asked, "What would you do?"

When asked back, Guard Go Chan was momentarily speechless.

The meaning of this question was simple. It means not to criticize or question what he was doing.

'Crazy guy. What should we do? What are you trying to do by intercepting what the great lady was aiming for?'

Go Chan, the guard who was embarrassed, tried to say something, but then closed his mouth. Mok Gyeongwoon wasn't the type of person who would listen to his opinion anyway.

However, he was worried that if things continued like this, something would go wrong and something bad would happen. Either way, Mok Gyeongwoon urged Shaman Myoshin to do this.

"Do it quickly."

".....Ah, I understand."

He hesitated for a moment, but Shaman Myoshin had no choice. If he refused, he wouldn't know what this fierce Young Master would do to him.

Myoshin took something out of the endorsement box placed in the corner. It was a wooden doll, smaller than a fist. Mok Gyeongwoon was surprised to see a doll carved out of wood brought out of nowhere and asked.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"This wooden doll will be the medium."

"Medium?"

"…If Jangju comes into direct contact with the monster like this again, his life, not to mention his soul, could be in danger."

This was true. A curse or evil spirit that has once fallen from the body, upon contacting it again could result in a dangerous situation. This was something that a shaman who had enough knowledge about curses should know never to attempt.

"Okay. all right," Mok Gyeongwoon's response was extremely dry.

Shaman Myoshin clicked his tongue at his attitude, 'The people in this damn family don't care at all whether the lord lives or dies. Still, if it fails, it's a big problem.'

Myoshin looked at Jangju's severed arm on the floor with tense eyes. Although the curse was suppressed with the amulet, it was still fundamentally a curse. If he made even the slightest mistake, both Jangju and himself would be in danger.

'Shit,' Myoshin swallowed dry saliva and immediately took out the amulet.

And he attached it to his chest.

[Seven Star Descent]

This is an amulet protected by the Seven Stars. This was to prevent yourself from accidentally contaminating yourself while practicing shamanism.

*Swoosh*

And then he wrote down another talisman myself with red ink.

Dae(代), Tong(通).

It was written like that with a strange pattern. With a tense face, he attached an amulet that said Myoshin was healthy to the wooden doll and wrapped the head with red thread.

Next, he attached a tong amulet to the head of the sleeping lord, took the other side of the red thread that had been wrapped around the wooden doll, and wrapped it around his head as well.

He continued. 'Lastly, the six-person pair!'

Myoshin took out an amulet that was longer than before. This was a talisman for the ritual of creating a human doll and infusing it with souls to control it at will.

"It may be dangerous, so please step back." At those words, Mok Gyeongwoon and his guard, Go Chan, retreated to the end of the room.

Then, Myoshin drew a beast sign with his left hand, held an amulet with his right hand, and recited the Yuhonju (幽魂呪).

"Puppet change, heaven and earth change, beauty's endless journey, new day, six attacks, soul possession, new ghost, Obey!"

At first there was no change. However, when Myoshin turned his hand drawing a beast towards Jangju,

*Purrrrr*

Jangju's body mysteriously convulsed. In that state, Myoshin slowly headed the beast towards the wooden doll.

*Oooooh*

The letters on the amulet that said "Dae" attached to the wooden doll became darker and began to emit a strange energy. It felt as if the wooden doll was alive.

'It gives me goosebumps…' Guard Go Chan, who was watching this, frowned, 'I've experienced all kinds of things, but these things related to ghosts and witchcraft are extremely scary. What on earth are you trying to do?'

Shaman Myoshin grabbed the wooden doll and carefully moved it towards the arm that was encroached upon by the curse. Then, he placed the wooden doll right in front of this arm.

Jangju's severed arm, on which he had attached the pressure amulet, began to react. Although suppressed by the amulet, the veins were writhing and seemed ready to bulge out like before.

at that time,

Myoshin took off the amulet that had 'Ap' written on it. As soon as he did that, the blood vessels in Jangju's right arm, which had been cut off so badly, started to protrude, and he soon moved as if he was still alive and grabbed the wooden doll.

*Whoosh*

"Huh!" The moment he grabbed the wooden doll, a groan came out of Jangju's mouth.

"Huh?" It was a strange phenomenon. He grabbed the wooden doll and Jangju reacted.

"Aaaah"

As the hand holding the wooden doll strained, Jangju let out a painful groan as if he was feeling pain.

'Isn't this going to be a big problem?' Guard Go Chan looked at Mok Gyeongwoon.

However, Mok Gyeongwoon was watching this with an expressionless face without taking his eyes off. It was surprising that he did not react even after seeing this.

At that time, something sinister from Zhang Ju's severed right arm flowed into the wooden doll.

"…Shinilchim Ojisoyu Shingwibulchuk Obey!" Shaman Myoshin, who was reciting a spell, looked relieved.

Fortunately, The curse accepted the medium as the lord Jangju. This was a kind of deception. If the curse did not accept the wooden doll as the lord, it would have run amok and caused chaos.

But fortunately, the deception worked.

*Pacak*

*Pakak*

A small crack appeared in the wooden doll that had completely lost its strangeness.

'!?'

Seeing this, Shaman Myoshin's eyes wavered. The wooden dolls were made from refined willow wood and were very durable. However, as soon as a curse entered, a crack appeared…

'The curse is too strong!' Myoshin swallowed his dry saliva.

Although it was said to have been interrupted along the way, it was thought that it had emerged from the body it had been covered in and that its strength had weakened to some extent during the process of commanding it.

But it was completely beyond what he had expected.

Actually, if you think about it, it was like that.

It was a curse so strong that it was affecting not just a martial artist, but one of lord Jangju's calibre! This meant the curse could not be an ordinary one, since it could put the lord on his deathbed.

'This is dangerous!' For a moment, Shaman Myoshin's lips became dry.

This fleshy curse did not seem to be something that could be controlled. He didn't know if he tried to force it here, whether the wooden doll would break and the suppressed monster would be released or not.

"Young Master I suppose…" Shaman Myoshin could not continue his words.

This was because his eyes met Mok Gyeongwoon's.

*Startle*

No matter how much you think about it, it's absolutely bizarre. How can a living person have eyes like those of a dead person? It was scary just to look at it.

"Sigh" At that time, Mok Gyeongwoon was seen fiddling with the sharp blade of his sword. Myoshin, seeing this, immediately closed his mouth. It seemed like this crazy Young Master wouldn't believe what he said unless he saw it with his own eyes.

At that moment, a brilliant idea occurred to Bangsa Myoshin's mind. It was almost like a self-preservation method in this situation, to the point where he wondered why he didn't think of this sooner.

Myoshin said, "I will control the curse, young master. But it seems quite important. Is it okay if he listen to it too?"

The person Myoshin pointed to with a nod of his head was none other than Guard Go Chan.

"What? Ah..." For a moment, Go Chan, who was wondering what he was talking about, understood this. What he was about to hear from the chieftain's mouth was the location of the secret documents and the chieftain's seal. So, he asked if it would be okay for subordinates to listen as well.

"I'm going to go out for a while."

Even though he wasn't really a subordinate, Go Chan thought it was better to avoid him than to cause Mok Gyeongwoon discomfort for no reason. Mok Gyeongwoon also nodded slightly, probably thinking the same thing.

When Go Chan went out of the door on his own, Myoshin recited the Yuhonju again.

"Puppet change, heaven and earth change, beauty's boundless joy, new day, six attacks, soul possession, new ghost, Obey!"

*Purrrrr*

The wooden doll shook violently, and a groan of pain came from Jangju's mouth.

*Pakak*

A crack appeared in the wooden doll again. The doll couldn't stand it much longer. Although Myoshin knew this, he did not care and made the hand sign of Hoji (虎指) with one hand and said.

"Obey! You soul, answer the call!"

"Off…who…who…me…me…boo….le…n…nya?"

A gruff voice flowed from the mouth of the distressed Jangju. The voice resonated strangely, almost like a sound coming from another world.

*Pakak*

A crack appeared on the wooden doll's chest. Beads of sweat formed on Myoshin's forehead as he looked at this.

"Obey! You soul, answer the question!"

"What…uh…say…ha…is…What…is this…?"

"Obey! Please answer where Jangju's secret letter and official seal are!"

*Purrrrr*

As soon as that question was asked, Jangju's head convulsed, just like the wooden doll. He was shaking violently and my eyelids were moving uncontrollably.

*Pakak*

*Pakak*

At the same time, the wooden doll's eyes and neck area were cracked. It felt like it would break at any moment. At that time, Jangju opened his mouth.

"Yakdang…Dang…Underground…Jeong(丁)…Seokmun"

'Yakdang…Underground Jeong…Seokmun?'

It was just as he was about to continue talking about something.

*Kwasik*

At that moment, the wooden doll collapsed and splintered into a hideous pile. Then, something eerie and rumbling tried to head toward Jangju, who was connected to it by a red thread.

Myoshin hurriedly shouted at this, "Young Master! The thread must be cut!"

'Thread?'

It was immediately apparent that something was wrong when the wooden doll broke. Mok Gyeongwoon hurriedly struck down his sword towards the thread with something flowing along it.

*Whoosh*

The curse, exquisitely pulsating and eerie broke its thread and lost direction.

'Is it done?'

It was a moment when he wondered if it had been blocked.

*Wooo*

The curse, quivering, came up on the sword at incredible speed. Mok Gyeongwoon noticed this and tried to take his hand off the sword. However, unlike the long red thread that was tangled like a complicated maze, the length of the sword was extremely short.

*Grasp*

A cold sensation flowing through his hands. The sensation travelled up my arm and quickly spread into my body. Mok Gyeongwoon's body shook as if he had been struck by lightning.

'Success!' Seeing this, the corners of Bangsa Myoshin's mouth went up.

It worked as intended. The wooden doll could not withstand that murderous curse from the escaping. Therefore, he assumed that it would eventually be released from the sealing while practicing the six-person marriage method. Accordingly, Myoshin intended for the curse to be transferred to Mok Gyeongwoon. And it succeeded.

Shaman Myoshin took out an amulet with the word "Ap" written on it from his chest and placed it on the forehead of Mok Gyeongwoon, who was suffering from convulsions.

'It's killing two birds with one stone.'

From Jangju's mouth, the rank and position of a civil servant came out roughly. Moreover, he also passed on the curse to this guy. Even curses learn because they have will. Since he had experienced the Shamanism of the Emperor and even endured the six-person soul pairing method, there was no longer any way to remove the curse using shamanism.

'It's unfortunate, but it happened because you pushed me.'

If one tried to forcibly remove the monster, the person who was covered could lose his or her life or become a criminal. It didn't matter either way. He was in a position where he only had to fulfil the great lady's request.

…

Jeong looked around in the darkness as it gradually retreated. The sight before his eyes became bright. The sound of water flowing and birds chirping could be heard. This refreshing natural spring was the place he always came to get water every morning.

'What?'

It seemed like something had just happened a moment ago. But he din't know what it was. It felt like he was having a dream, or maybe he was just dazed for a moment.

'I feel uncomfortable. I think I forgot something, but I can't remember…'

Jeong, who had been sitting on a rock and thinking, eventually got up from his seat. And then he picked up the bag he had put down.

'I have to hurry. If I'm late, I'll get nagged by grandfather.'

Jeong ran up the steep mountain path carrying his bag. This mountain path, which he ran every day, was so familiar to him that he could walk it with my eyes closed.

*Slap*

*Clank*

The water in the bucket he was carrying was shaking as he ran Despite this, no water overflowed or spilled anywhere. As he followed his grandfather's constant nagging to never let the water spill, he was soon able to stop the water from spilling, not even a single drop.

So, Jeong ran. After running for a while, he reached the top of the mountain,

'!?'

Jeong frowned. There was black smoke there. The place where the smoke was rising was where the house was. Seeing this, Jeong threw the bag and ran towards it like crazy. Eventually we arrived there.

*Rarrrrrrrrrr*

A sweltering heat was what he felt. The house was burning fiercely. Jeong's face turned into an uncontrolled scowl. He urgently looked around and ran to the back of the burning house. There was a small vegetable garden in the back garden. This was because the herbs that could be grown were grown directly. Normally, the grandfather would wake up early in the morning and pick herbs from the garden.

'Please! Please!'

Jeong ran to the garden and stopped. His eyes widened to the point of bursting as he saw something stained with blood. Things that should be inside the body are spread out in the garden.

Jeong grit his teeth. And he followed where the blood and pieces continued. Jeong looked down the hill and shouted.

"Grandfather!" His grandpa was there.

The sight of the grandfather with his lower body torn off and only his upper body intact was truly terrifying. He could see his grandfather's face lifting his head with difficulty, as if he was barely able to breathe even in that condition.

The moment he saw it, he felt like reason was rapidly leaving him. Someone was standing next to his grandfather. It was a being with black eyes without any whites and a pale face. Jeong did not recognize him at all.

'Is that what you wanted?' He felt the pain of injustice.

The being with black eyes looking at him snapped his fingers. At that moment, something strange happened. Jeong, who was angry, became flustered.

'What is this…?'

The figure of the grandfather at the bottom of the hill suddenly disappeared. He turned his head to see where they had disappeared to, but the burning house was there as normal, as if they had never been burning. The vegetable garden, which had been a mess, was still intact.

H saw an old man in the garden, patting his back and picking herbs.

"Grandfather?"

Then the grandfather turned his head and said, "If you're here, what are you doing just standing around and not helping?"

The moment he heard my grandfather's voice, his heart was touched. He don't know what just happened, but he now realised how precious his grandfather was.

'I will never lose my grandfather again! Because he was the only one who allowed me to live when I should have died!'

Someone with black eyes was watching this affection from behind. He couldn't hide his satisfaction.

'Okay. Stay with your grandfather forever. Never lose something so precious again….'

It was right then.

Jeong, who was shaking with emotion, suddenly turned his head.

'!?'

The black-eyed being frowned.

Jeong was looking straight at himself with sinister eyes like those of a dead person. That couldn't have been possible. He could not realise where he was, it was impossible!

*Poof*

Just then, Jeong's two fingers dug into his black eyes.

"Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Jeong's fingers dug into his eyeballs and ripped them out. The black-eyed being whose eyes were suddenly gouged out recoiled in pain.

Jeong spoke to him in a cold voice, "I don't know what it is, but it's quite annoying. You're playing around with my dead grandfather."