The Shaman Wants Transcendence

8 – What You Need to Recover

After a day of shock and horror like that, time passed.

Seline, who fell asleep as soon as she saw her consciousness, understandably had nightmares. In that nightmare, there was a scene where all kinds of animals with only their heads appeared and flew around the sky in groups, and I saw Jinseong standing like a commander, stepping on a bridge made of heads, just like a cowherd and a weaver girl stepping on Ojakgyo.

‘Isn’t this like a precognitive dream?’

[It’s a dog dream. ]

Se-Rin Lee, who insisted that the dream she had had a big connection with Symbolology and that it must have some meaning, tried to prove her claim to the devil by searching the Internet and the mansion’s library. On the contrary, he tried to guess by recalling the sorcery he had seen in his life for a long time and the knowledge based on it.

However, their efforts were in vain.

Even after two days of seeing the shocking ritual, Lee Se-rin and the devil could only guess that the ritual of the day was to make ‘what kind of thing’, and they couldn’t even guess what kind of magic it was and what kind of mechanism it had.

That’s why Se-Rin Lee had no words to say to A-Rin Lee, who came to visit her, saying, “It’s strange to have a live-in mate with a non-blood family register and who is not biologically programmed as an enemy.” However, they could only guess that it was not a ritual that harmed them, thinking of Jinseong who tried to treat them well.

“Iarin, oppa is a bit. It’s a bit weird, but still…”

“Ah~ no harm? I know that~”

This Arin said while fluttering the chest of her yellow nightgown.

“Oh, it’s hot~”

“It’s hot. Why are you wearing that…”

“Ah~ It’s not hot because of those clothes, you know. That, ah, I don’t know.”

This Arin stopped her fluttering and she sighed lightly. Her slightly reddened face was flushed not from the heat or heat, but for some other reason.

“You’re saying that your brother is doing weird things to himself, I mean.”

“Poop.”

Lee Se-rin smiled involuntarily at the sight of her bashful Lee A-rin, then as she glared at herself with her stern face, she instantly hardened her expression, and she said,

“It’s okay, it’ll be fine. Maybe…”

[ Yes. The shape of the bell still remains, so it won’t be dangerous. However, we cannot guarantee complete safety, so if you are concerned, it would be good to check the man’s health condition from time to time. ]

This Arryn studied her twin’s sullen face as she said she was fine, and she laughed.

“Well, it’s weird. It’s what you always do. If you’re healthy, there’s no problem.”

* * *

“Healthy.”

Jinseong muttered while sitting cross-legged in her class.

‘My body at this point is very healthy.’

He said it was small, but he felt even a small touch when his body was intact despite the ceremony.

Before he returned, it was common for him to vomit blood when he was conscious, and in severe cases, pieces of shredded intestines would come out mixed with his cough. There were times when his flesh rotted alive and became brittle, and there were times when mold covered his body.

‘Even though he was conscious, it ended with a slight cold for three days. It’s really satisfying.’

ConsciousnessSomething had to be paid for.

Whether it be very small or large.

But the problem is that the price is really unpredictable.

Rituals are usually performed on a large scale, so multiple shamans conduct them. Instead of being able to obtain tremendous benefits, witchcraft rituals have a nightmare-like difficulty, and the risks were too great to handle alone.

However, even if the same ceremony was performed, the cost of the ceremony is different.

For some people, the gallbladder is suddenly full of stones, and for others, it only ends with a lot of age spots.

If you look at this alone, you can say that it is applied differently to each person, but the puzzling ‘price of ritual’ sometimes causes the same person to vomit blood and be taken to the hospital even though the same person performed the same magic ritual, and sometimes causes a sty in the eye. I end up with

There must be some rule, but there is no way to know the rule.

Therefore, shamans called the price of these shamanistic rituals, ‘the will of the sky’ and ‘the choice of chaos’.

‘But there are definitely ways to reduce the risk.’

However, just because the price was different, it did not mean that there was no way to lighten it. Among all superpowers, witchcraft was overwhelming in the method of offering something as a sacrifice to disperse disasters and prevent evil.

Wealth.

Sacrifice.

Those in power and shamans who could not forget the sweetness of large-scale shamanistic rituals constantly took measures to reduce risks, and in doing so, they found those two factors.

To lighten the cost by offering an offering to take away evil, and to lighten the cost again by offering wealth.

It was impossible not to pay the price, but instead, he found a way to lighten the price.

Death as slander.

Severe injuries to minor injuries.

That is why today’s shamans, if they have to perform large-scale shamanistic rituals, must mobilize expensive wealth and sacrifices to reduce the risk infinitely. In addition, be careful not to burn uncleanness, and keep your body tidy through ablutions.

Of course, the cost of these courses was astronomical, but…

Still, isn’t it better than having the shaman die one after another every time the ritual is performed?

‘But no one knows why that method reduces the risk.’

As with witchcraft, there was no answer to the question of ‘why does it reduce risk’. However, many shamans have known throughout history that such a method reduces the risk of rituals, and it has become a manual and bible of shamanic rites.

‘But I know. The fact that this sorcery ritual strangely calculates the price…’

It was the fruit of the madness of Jinseong, who endlessly pursued magic with a body like a moving corpse.

‘Roulette.’

Even during World War III, Jinseong wandered around as a mercenary and was able to encounter numerous magic rituals. They were excavated from ruins, found in the remains of ruined powers, and sometimes offered as rewards for mercenary requests. He participated in witchcraft rituals by asking groups he had a positive relationship with, and on the contrary, he took away the witchcraft ritual law as if extorting it through threats or force.

And one day when I was living with the money I earned by doing mercenary activities with the sorcery rituals obtained in that way.

Jin-seong realized something.

『It’s random. 』

Witchcraft rituals have evolved into a high-risk, high-return method.

The sorcery that prays for an abundance of rice fields is carried out by one village and from one village to the country.

In a drought where the ground cracks open, the spell used to wish for a sip of water is a spell to wish for rain.

Along with the expansion of human domain and the scope of society, sorcery also expanded its scope, eventually extending to the ‘state’, which was the largest unit that humans could recognize.

Naturally, the old witchcraft rituals that bestowed small benefits on small ranges were naturally forgotten, and instead, the witchcraft rituals that bestowed large-scale benefits on large ranges became mainstream and survived.

However, Jinseong, who was crazy about witchcraft, gathered such magic rituals at random despite the dissuades of people around him who said, “It’s inefficient,” “There is nothing to be gained compared to hard work,” And “It’s useless because it’s an old method.” And the preparations were obtained with his own money, and he conducted the ceremony alone without any other shaman to help.

However, Jin-seong, who had been constantly performing forgotten old magic rituals, found out a strange fact.

『The old magic that is completely forgotten is the same price to pay. 』

It was when I used a healing magic ritual that I felt a sense of incongruity.

As a mercenary, he was often injured because he was doing the rough work of his body, and among them, there were injuries that did not directly threaten life, but indirectly affected them.

Injuries, such as a wound to the stomach or intestines, a strong blow to the eye, or a blood clot to the head.

These injuries seemed fine for a short time, but if left alone, they would have side effects such as being hospitalized or taking a long break from mercenary work, so even at the risk of consciousness, they would treat them through recovery magic rituals.

It was far better to take a risk for a while than to live with a ticking time bomb.

Fortunately, among the spells he collected, there were many spells related to recovery, and many spells to heal internal injuries. It was because the method of shaking and destroying the inside was convenient to use for assassination, and in order to respond to that method, magic to recover internal injuries and detoxify poison was also developed.

But, of course, each ritual had a slightly different effect, and Jinseong used different spells to suit each situation.

Then one day, when he was using Seonggwangeun Sangje (星光恩象祭), a witchcraft ritual to heal the intestines for the third time, Jinseong felt something strange.

『Isn’t the price the same as last time? 』