The Shaman Wants Transcendence

19 – Harvest

When the warrior passed out, what remained was Mujugongsan.

There was not a single person who could resist him from the second floor to the third floor, and Jin-seong could just move like a walk and kill the fainted loan sharks. The cat’s neck held in Jinseong’s left hand opened his mouth wide as if it were alive and harvested his head as before, and Jinseong arrived at the president’s office on the third floor.

“Heo-eok, heo-eok.”

There, the president of the third floor, who was out of breath just like the president of the second floor, was moaning on the floor.

Poududeuk!

Jinseong fed the lying president’s head to the cat. He then ripped off one of his arms and put his fingerprints on the safe.

Piririk.

The fingerprint recognition safe opened with a rattle after recognizing the president’s fingerprint, revealing a stack of green and yellow bills in front of him.

“Heh heh heh, this place is overflowing with riches.”

Money.

Money.

Money!

The great King Sejong and the benevolent Shin Saimdang greeted him with smiles, so how could we not be happy!

In addition, unlike banks, there is no way the moneylenders can remember the serial number of each banknote, and when Jinseong glances over, it seems that there is no fear of being tracked down by superpowers without any energy source or thoughts. In other words, the banknotes in front of you are the amount of money that Jinseong can fully use as funds.

“ॐ.”

Jin-seong floated the money filling the safe into the air and crouched down. With Jinseong’s spell, money began to rush toward Jinseong’s body as if it had met a magnet of different polarities, and as soon as it touched the surface of Jinseong’s black shell, it began to enter each gap as if it were slippery.

The crouching body of Jinseong gradually increased in size like a water balloon inflating, and when all the money in the safe disappeared except for a few bundles of bills, it became a gigantic body. The appearance of a hump that had already disappeared protruding again on a massive body that weighed well over 100kg was a sight that aroused disgust just by looking at it.

In particular, the insect mask Jinseong was wearing was speckled as if mold had adhered to the black gloss, creating an even more messy effect.

“It’s heavy.”

The weight of the golden slime dug into his body.

Stacks of banknotes that burrow into the body and pile up layer by layer between the shell and the skin.

Jinseong left the room and went down to the second floor, thinking that it was a truly satisfying feeling.

“Are you seeing happy fantasies?”

Still dazed, he walked over to the man in the hallway, white with mold. The man stared into space with unfocused eyes, whether he was intoxicated by hallucinations or lost in horror, and traces of saliva, which had turned white due to mold, ran down his chin and down his neck.

Jinseong put his hand on the man’s head.

“You did really well.”

The snake of the shadow wriggling in the man’s face moved quickly like a loyal dog that heard the owner’s call when Jinseong’s hand came up, and then it completely moved to his hand and swam on the back of Jinseong’s hand for a long time before moving to his thumb nail and crouching down. Hid

“So I’ll let you succeed.”

What, don’t be burdened. This is a bonus and severance pay.

With those words, Jinseong cast another spell on the man. He then poured out extremely compressed bills into his mouth.

“Ooh! Ooh!”

Even though he was unconscious, the man continued to vomit, as if he instinctively sensed that it was not normal to enter his throat, but the wads of bills that were forcibly pushed by Jinseong ignored all the insignificant resistance and continued to enter.

And when there’s nothing left of a wad of bills in the air.

Took.

Took.

Just like when Jin-seong entered, he went out of the hallway with very small footsteps.

However, if there is a difference from before, the man’s expression was like a puppet being manipulated, and Jinseong’s body was swollen as if he had eaten a lot of delicious food, and a strange man was sitting on his shoulder, fainting.

Just that.

Only that has changed.

Nothing strange.

* * *

“Hey, where is it?”

The man woke up in his room with a shattering headache. As soon as he got up, a sharp headache as if an awl had been stabbed and picked in his brain tormented him, and his whole body was filled with a strange feeling of stiffness and itching.

“I-I’m definitely with the shaman-sama…”

The man desperately searched for his memory.

His last memory is when he led the shaman to his boss’s office.

At that time, the sorcerer saw the chair and was satisfied with it, so I made up my mind to buy it if I became very successful… And…

And.

‘And what happened?’

I have no memory after that.

As if he drank until the film ended, his memory after that was completely gone. The man stood up, wondering if he had drank too much alcohol or if the headache he was experiencing was a hangover.

“Uh?”

And as soon as I stood up, I sat down again due to the overwhelming dizziness.

It is dizzy, like being seasick.

With that thought, the man felt his stomach churn and something refluxed into his esophagus.

“Ugh!”

Wow!

The pottery was so unbearable that in the end the man had no choice but to vomit on the floor without even thinking about going to the bathroom. The man thinks he must have been drinking and he raises his head slightly to see the pancake he has made.

“What is this.”

When I looked up, I saw bills covered with sticky bodily fluids. The bills, which contained 10,000 won and 50,000 won, were crisp as if they had just been pulled from a bank, and gave off a sour scent as if they claimed to have come from a man’s body.

“Ugh!”

Wow!

Waeg!

The number of bills increased each time the man vomited. Every time he vomited, bills that looked like tiny marbles, which were extremely compressed, protruded from his mouth, and as soon as he landed on the floor, his body widened and wrinkles disappeared as if it had been ironed.

When such an act was repeated over and over again.

“Hey, how much is all this…”

At first glance, the money seems to be tens of millions of won.

“Why is this money…?”

Why was tens of millions of won in his boat?

Why the hell did that money come out when he vomited?

The man stared blankly at the money.

『I will make you successful 』

How long have you been staring at me like that?

The man remembered the words the sorcerer had spoken to him in a grim voice, and he realized that the money was a gift from the sorcerer to him.

Cheer.

‘I have to go.’

With that realization came a mild headache piercing his head, and the man thought he had to go back to his job.

He didn’t expect a shaman to be there, but his instincts whispered that there was an answer there, an answer to the money he had been given.

The man spurred out of the house as his instincts led him to his place of work.

“Why are there cops?”

As we approached the workplace, we saw the police.

It was also a bunch of police who came to surround the workplace.

The man felt that something was wrong with him.

However, he was blocked by the yellow police line and could not take a single step in the place where he had been working until a moment ago, and he could only hear conversations between people who were presumed to be police officers.

“There are crazy people like this in the world.”

“How many people are these…”

“Wow, you really stupid bastard. You’re poisonous. You’re poisoned. There’s not even a single soul left. What did you do to f*ck so thoroughly?”

“What the f*ck is this cat again? Did he get struck by lightning while being next to hard guys?”

Second floor. Or, the voices of the cops, who were thought to be on the third floor, could be heard in my ears as loud as a whisper.

“Senior! Look at this! Here!”

“Hermi C-Pal. Did you write the letter in blood?”

Very over and over again.

『This is a bonus and severance pay. 』

The man realized that this hearing was a gift the shaman had given him. Thanks to his gift, he understood the cursed reality and vaguely realized what a disaster had occurred inside the building.

Too bad.

I noticed.

“Oh, this crazy…”

He realized that the shaman had completely changed his life.

“Arom.”

I don’t know if that’s a good way or a bad way.

“There is a lot of work to deal with the evils of society. Auspicious days have appeared in fortune-telling.”

However, the man was able to intuit that he would live a sound life in the future.

“We have eradicated outposts of Buwain, pro-Japanese and anti-national activists, and Jeong-Korea critics.”

Shaman again.

No, because I didn’t want to meet the monster.

The thought of living a similar life and meeting a monster, or someone similar to a monster, was so scary that I couldn’t bear it.

The man felt the thick smell of blood rising up his nose.

He turned and trudged toward his room before throwing up on the floor in his path.

As if there was something unfair on the way back, or it was because he was stunned by this reality, his mouth moved on its own and he let out a lamentation.

“f*ck it. I made a wish on the monkey’s hand…”