The Shaman Wants Transcendence

130 – Building a Nest

Hogukhoe and Hongik Patriotic Corps have the same purpose.

However, the tendency was clearly different.

The two were so different that it was said, ‘The Hogukhoe is a group of strong, powerful people, and the Hongik Patriotic Corps is a group of lunatics who think they are smart.’

Of course, as Korea developed, the difference in inclination between the two narrowed significantly, but since the key figures making up the two organizations, those who act as pillars and rocks, are still in good health, it seems that their inclinations will become similar, but they are like water and oil. Clearly showed a difference.

And now.

In front of Jinseong, there was one of the key figures of the Hongik Patriotic Corps.

Sword Demon Kim Jong-soo.

At the time of dispatch to Vietnam, the Viet Cong nicknamed him a sword ghost was a soldier who had hardened like a nickname. Of course, with such a nickname, his skill at using a sword was amazing, and the older he ate, the stronger he got, not just rust.

It is said that he played a big role when fighting against Japan before returning, and it is said that the appearance of the rampage at that time was the human butcher itself.

“Who are you?”

As soon as Kim Jong-soo got out of the car, he glared at Jin-seong with ferocious eyes.

Jinseong changed the shape of the golden mask without answering the question. The mask sometimes took the form of an insect resembling a bee, or a spider. Resembling an ant, resembling a caterpillar, resembling a monster in a legend rather than an insect, the mask continued to change its shape, dazzling Kim Jong-soo’s vision.

A mask that keeps changing.

Spider legs made of gold.

It’s definitely a human, but it’s a strange atmosphere that doesn’t look like a human.

All of that was creating tension.

And when the tension reached its peak, Jin-seong opened his mouth.

“Kheu. The question is wrong.”

The sound that came out of his mouth was strange.

It sounds like it’s reverberating and being modulated.

It was as if he had spoken through a twisted pipe.

Just like a butterfly making a voice with its curled mouth.

Just as a person who is crazy about music puts a wind instrument in his mouth and speaks.

Jinseong tried to dazzle everyone’s ears with such a bizarre voice.

However, Kim Jong-soo was not dazzled by such a voice and glared at him with shiny eyes.

“Yes. Ask again. How did you get here?”

“That’s the wrong question, too.”

Jinseong opened his arms wide and looked at him.

The golden mask, which had been in the shape of a caterpillar a while ago, had changed into the shape of a grasshopper.

“I didn’t come here by accident after wandering aimlessly, and I didn’t come here by chance. So, why I came here was out of the category of coincidence and a clear will intervened. It will not be able to write.”

The golden mask trembled.

It looked like an insect holding back a laugh.

“So the question is really meaningless.”

“Is it?”

Kim Jong-soo calmly looked at Jinseong and said.

“Then there’s no point in sharing questions and answers like this?”

With those words, he drew his sword and swung it like lightning.

Then, the colorless and transparent energy that cannot be seen with the naked eye scans the true nature.Passed

And time passed.

Kim Jong-soo blinked his eyes once, and a thin line formed on Jin-seong’s neck.

As I took a quick breath, the lines became even clearer.

And when he put the sword back into the scabbard, Jinseong’s neck fell to the floor.

Took.

Degur.

“Elderly! What is this!”

The officer who came with Kim Jong-soo screamed.

He screamed at the fact that the Sword Demon had committed murder by brandishing a knife, and he screamed at the fact that he was immediately punished without following the proper procedures, and despaired at the fact that this would put a cloud over his promotion.

The officer clung to the sword demon with a white face.

“Looks like he can communicate, but why! Why did you cut his throat!”

“Hmm.”

“Besides, this is obviously excessive suppression! It’s an important facility, but you can’t decapitate a person just because you broke into it! It’s not even a war, so why the hell did you do this!”

The officer spoke to him as if questioning, full of resentment.

It was an action that he would not normally have done even in a dream, but the officer who had lost his mind halfway because of the shocking incident in front of his eyes and his blocked promotion path, was able to commit rudeness without hesitation.

However, Kim Jong-soo just stared at the officer’s neck rolling on the floor with a hard face even though he was complaining that the officer was clinging to him. Then he took out his sword again and held it in one hand.

“Also.”

He sighed lightly and waved the tip of his sword lightly.

Then he once again cut his head in half with invisible qi rolling around. Then, just like a watermelon or cabbage being cut with a knife, it was cut in half exactly, and I could see the golden light shining brightly between them, which disturbed my eyes.

The cut section wriggled and changed its shape as if embarrassed by the eyes of others, and eventually became a small bug, breaking the shape of the head and gathering on the floor. Insects resembling beetles made of gold and flying insects made of banknotes moved around, disturbing my eyes.

The collected worms formed the shape of a horn, which looked like a mouth attached to the top of a pyramid.

“Heh-huh.”

Seeing that bizarre appearance, Kim Jong-soo asked the enchanted officer next to him.

“Does that sound like a guy who can talk?”

“No, I don’t know what to say… But I don’t think he’s human…”

“People are right. No, they are right. Something was terrible, but people were right.”

Kim Jong-soo said while looking at Jin-seong, who was making his body again using golden bugs as ingredients.

“I could clearly feel the presence of a person earlier, so it’s true that it’s a person. But before I knew it, I ran away and hid and manipulated that thing.”

“Run away, you mean?”

The officer made a look as if he could do that.

Dozens of soldiers.

Surveillance systems such as TOD, satellites, drones, CCTVs, and sniper scopes.

On top of that, Kim Jong-soo, an unmanned man who would definitely be in the top 10 if asked to pick a strong player in Korea.

How can you pull yourself out without anyone noticing under these conditions?

“Even an animal develops the skill of escaping in order to attach a lifeline to itself. Are humans different?”

After saying that, Kim Jong-soo closed his eyes.

Then, qi emanated from his body and spread the qi in all directions.

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Sensitive like a spider’s web.

Above all, it is light, but it can be moved only by one’s own will.

“Found.”

Kim Jong-soo faced the darkness created by his eyelids and began to move his sword.

The movement was as light as holding a foxtail.

* * *

The blade moves through the wind as if it had no form.

Just as light gathers and then disappears, it draws a truly fleeting trajectory.

Even if the trajectory is drawn, if there is no trace left, how can we know that the sword was swung?

If the energy is dissipated, the traces leave no afterimage, and only the cut off proves its existence, then only the result matters.

If that’s the case, if it’s all about swinging and cutting.

Anything else won’t matter.

* * *

Somewhere in the village was cut along with Kim Jong-soo’s slow side cutting.

Took.

Degururr.

Kim Jong-soo, who swung at the mouth of the well, jumped over the black space and accurately cut the head of a being hiding somewhere in the village. As before, I drew a straight line and cut the head at an angle, and the head, which could no longer be attached to it, dropped to the floor.

However, the tumbled head disintegrated once again, as if mocking him, spreading worms made of gold everywhere.

“No use.”

“Yes. It’s useless.”

Kim Jong-soo let out a small sigh at the mocking voice.

Then, I watched the gold wriggling on the floor and changing its shape.

“Heh. If you ask the right question, heh. I’ll answer it.”

“No. That’s it.”

“Then, why don’t you call someone else? It’s clear that these people here won’t be able to catch me anyway, so wouldn’t it be right to call someone else to find me and try to catch me?”

Kim Jong-soo frowned as if the gloomy voice tickling his ears was annoying.

“Looks like you have a knack for bewitching people with your tongue…”

Too bad he couldn’t pull out his tongue or cut off his head.

He murmured so quietly, then glanced at the officer next to him and said,

“Call for backup. There’s a murder suspect here.”

The officer blinked at Kim Jong-soo’s words.

Murder?

Murder suspect?

The officer’s face gradually turned white at those five heavy letters.

But at the same time, his eyes and hands trembled slightly from excitement.

This was because he realized that his promotion path, which would have been blocked if he caught a murder suspect, would not be enough to return to the original way, but would be open like a highway.

“Tell me that the crazy sorcerer who killed the moneylender last time is here. Be sure to say that the proof is the serial number of the bills flying like insects over there.”

“Yes!”

Jinseong hid behind Retona and looked at the officer, who was reporting excitedly, and Kim Jong-su, who was holding a sword as if he were wary of himself.

He just looked.