The Shaman Wants Transcendence

1 – Confidence Offering

The stars were moving.

Jinseong sat in the center of the Uyuni salt plain, which had turned into a mirror, and stared at the sky. His pupils became clear like a mirror and contained the stars in the sky, and the seat where he sat sat down on the ground as the clear water contained the stars in the sky.

“Oh, the stars. The movement of the great star cluster…”

Jinseong muttered to himself, admiring the moving stars. The only terrible thing was that the voice sounded as if it had been torn to pieces and crushed in the abyss.

It was a pity created by the vocal cords and lungs that could not function properly due to a long illness and constant battle.

Jinseong frowned for a moment at the pain in his lungs and the feeling of burning vocal cords as he murmured.

‘It’s like this until the end.’

The pain that can’t be ignored even after ingesting a near-lethal dose of fentanyl and injecting other narcotic painkillers throughout the body.

He suffered all kinds of injuries while working as a mercenary, and even though he was captured and tortured by the enemy, it was a pain he could not get used to.

‘Body, weak body…’

It’s a terrible pain to pull out a nerve, rub it with sandpaper, and support the brain with a hot iron.

Even more horrifying is the fact that this pain ate away his lifespan.

Pain can be transcended only by the mind, but it is a monster that gnaws away even that mind.

The pain subconsciously manipulated his body and made him clench his teeth, which shattered his hard teeth and twisted his jaw joint, which was properly attached.

Even while lying in bed, the sudden burst of pain exposed all the nerves and activated all the functions of the body while he was asleep, preventing him from controlling his body, so these seizures were no different from torture that prevented him from even sleeping comfortably. .

The brain went crazy with excessive pain, and even the five most basic human senses were jagged. There were times when salt water did not taste anything, the smell of grilled meat came from my nose even though there was nothing there, and I felt pain as if my legs were being crushed while walking still, and there were times when I felt nothing even though there was a hole in my stomach.

Blackout, in which the world turns black without blinking, and the pain that comes over again awakens the brain and makes it impossible to even take a break called fainting.

The pain of the body drives even the soul that dwells in the body crazy, and the twisted and wounded soul transmits the aftermath to the body again. In this way, the body and the soul constantly hurt each other by giving each other pain, and the end is a body that is no different from a tattered soul and a corpse.

It was the worst synergy that could only end in death.

Jung, Ki, Shin.

Due to the nature of the magic that all three strongly influence each other… It’s a tragedy.

‘If only I had strengthened my body, strengthened my body…’

If I hadn’t given up in the first place, if I had at least tried…

Jinseong looked at his body, which was cracked like an old tree, as if he was deeply regretful. Like rice fields cracked by a long drought, there were cracks all over his body, and blood vessels and muscles in the cracks were so dry and twisted that not even blood came out. The most serious part was that the white bones were visible at the end of the crack, so it was hard to believe that it was a living person.

But even if you sigh like that, nothingWhat to do

Jinseong was dying, and his lifespan was less than an hour away.

When he looked up at the sky, the star that accompanied his birth shone viciously and pronounced his death, and when he looked down at the mirror-like floor, the energy of the underworld wrapped around him in pitch black. The palm had all the palm lines meaning life and future erased, and the soul, which should have been quietly sleeping in the body, was barely holding on to running out of the body while going crazy.

Jinsung will die soon.

Fate could never be avoided.

There are no lists in the underworld, and the grim reaper does not come to pick up humans.

There are no angels to him who does not believe in religion, and even the devil does not show interest in him who has mastered witchcraft.

He who toured the world entirely on his own while mastering his sorcery will meet his end entirely through his karma.

So the soul will return to the world, the body will be pickled in the salt flats, and the spirit will disappear without a trace.

That was death, and it was inevitable that he would face it.

“Sorry, that’s right. I’m sorry…”

Jinseong felt detached from the upcoming death. But if there is a strong lingering attachment to him, it is that he failed to achieve his goal.

He couldn’t achieve the dream he had since childhood to master the magic of the whole world and transcend it with magic.

He came across magic by chance when he was young and lived only for magic.

Jin-seong felt the irony of his fate.

“But since it is inevitable, I will choose my own course.”

Jinseong believed that since he had lived his life for witchcraft, he should also decorate the end with witchcraft.

That’s why he tried to end himself with the most terrible and heterogeneous sorcery, ‘Human Sacrifice’.

‘To what do you dedicate a person to, and to what do you give your body?’

However, it was unknown whether it was a human sacrifice to ‘who’ or ‘what’.

Because it was a witchcraft he obtained from a decrepit ruin while living as a mercenary.

The ruins were half destroyed, and the murals were weathered and could not be properly restored even with the latest science and technology. The only thing left is how to perform human sacrifice magic and a few short lines of records.

The paintings made by scratching the surface of the rough cave with sharp objects and the spells written in unknown ancient hieroglyphs did not know what side effects they would have or what effects they would have, so I just remembered them and did not dare to practice them…

‘It would be fine if it was the last one.’

Anyway, Jinseong will die soon.

Even if there is a cost, is it heavier than death?

Not only that, but thanks to the high level of mastery of witchcraft, the baptism of transcendental species has become a body that cannot be eaten.

If so, it would be the right thing to dispel the unknown with your life.

Jinsung sincerely thought so.

That is why, even when he oiled the firewood, when he built an altar with firewood and straw, and at the end of the upcoming human sacrifice incantation, he clearly knew that the future would come when he would have to burn his body alive and recite a spell.

He could do it all without hesitation.

Witchcraft was everything to him, and it was not a waste to sacrifice everything.

“Flaw…”

Suppressing the tearing pain, he slowly walked towards the altar he had created.

MyThe altar was made of straw and oiled firewood, and in the center of the altar, oil as clear as water swayed in the salty wind.

Slip.

He threw off a layer of clothing from his body, threw himself into the oil with his naked body, and lay down comfortably, looking up at the sky.

“Gran, De Alignment…”

What catches your eye is the movement of the stars slowly finding their place.

A planetary sequence in which all the planets in the solar system lie in a straight line.

“Oh, star…”

Grand Cross, where the planets are made in the shape of a cross.

A grand alignment in which the planets are in a straight line.

It was an arrangement in which, according to astrology, a great event would inevitably happen once it happened.

Jinseong screamed when the stars were placed in a straight line.

“I decorate my end with the forgotten magic found in the ruins, stars! Please accept my death…”

Fire.

And just in time, the altar started to burn, and as if the fire was drawing a pattern, it started to rise upwards while drawing pictures all over the altar. It looked like an evil snake licking its tongue, like a nebula somewhere in space waving its gaseous body here and there, like the final scream of an exploding star.

Eventually, the flames gathered numerous shapes and symbols to reach Jinseong, and began to burn Jinseong’s body by burning blue flames on a small pond made of oil.

The flame spread to Jinseong’s body in a small way. First the hair on the body, then the skin, then the muscles…

At first, what started as a blue flame became a bright red, very red flame that could not be found inside, and soared toward the sky. Its appearance made me feel both terrible and reverent at the same time, like burning a huge candle with a person as the material.

Jinseong smirked, feeling the pain that could not be suppressed even with all kinds of drugs in the intense flame.

“ॐ–“

T, tT, Ttt, T-

Yha’sy thalap, Byyyyyyyyyyy——-

“ॐ——–“

The flames entered his lungs and completely burned them to ashes.

The esophagus was burned by the flames, and even the function of the passage was unable to function properly, and the organs shrank as they ripened.

Still, a voice emanated from his throat.

If it’s a low pitch, it’s too high, and if it’s a high pitch, it’s a voice that falls on the floor.

A sound that seems to be created by the ceaseless wind from deep inside the cave.

Even though Jinseong was already unable to breathe, exhalation flowed continuously without inhalation, and even though there was no tongue, the sound resonated consistently while showing differences as if it were moving in the mouth.

Ypag-sothepppppppppppt——–

Yi-t, t, ttt…

The sound spread.

A burning candle, a lump of charcoal turned black, a corpse that has become closer to an object than a human being.

Never, even though it cannot be said, only the mind moves the dead body.

The insane soul has already escaped the body and scattered in the world, the body burns in flames and collapses, but only the spirit survives and takes shape.

“ॐ———-“

And eventually, the flames moved and formed even though there was no wind, and even though there was no more firewood to burn, they made long stems and the shape was formed.When it turned into a flower and decorated the sky.

Jji—————– Ing!

With the sound of the world being torn apart, the altar turned to ash and exploded in all directions.

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And there is no existence in the center of that altar, and the spirit that remained until the end has disappeared.

At the same time that the planet was out of place, the true nature disappeared from the world.

That was the end of a shaman who was widespread on Earth.

The insignificant end of a pitiful shaman who endlessly yearned for transcendence while wandering the battlefield and being criticized for being a parasite.

That’s all.

Death is such a futile thing.

That was all…