The Shaman Wants Transcendence

145 – I Will Stand Alone

“Damn, damn, damn…!”

In response to a text message from a person with the word “Miko” Written on his smartphone, Ryosuke spat out a series of swear words. A strong curse continued to flow from his mouth, and his face turned white as if the blood had disappeared.

His palms were wet as if they had been soaked in water and then drained, and his back was coldly wet with cold sweat running down his body. And when he finally came to his senses in the cold sweat, he took up his smartphone and wrote a text message.

It was a kind of text message sent to RiSe.

However, he hesitated for a long time to see if something bothered him even after he wrote it all down, and instead of sending it, he erased it completely and replaced it with a sigh.

‘You shouldn’t try to float.’

Ryosuke was proud of himself for making a cool decision even in this situation.

‘Damn it, where did I go wrong?’

When did you come into contact with Elder Ryunosuke Murata?

When you happily grab hold of the string he holds out?

‘No. It was definitely a golden rope back then. It was a strand of spider web that, if caught, would lift me from the bottom to the top.’

So what was the problem?

Was it a problem that I joined and enjoyed the orgy club led by the elder Ryunosuke Murata?

No.

Rather, he was thinking positively about the club.

It was a space where you could pick and choose rare beauties as you like, and also feel the pleasure that comes from your position and position. In addition, he was able to form a personal network made of the most sticky intimacy in the process of nakedly hanging out with people belonging to the club, so activities at the club were only beneficial.

If so, what was the problem?

When he guided the next priest to Elder Ryunosuke Murata?

No.

No…

It was not a problem to guide the next priest.

If I hadn’t been guided, I would have seen a terrible sight.

I didn’t know then, but now, now, I know.

If Ryosuke hadn’t guided, he would have had no choice but to guide.

Those who were guided by force or guided ‘voluntarily’.

In any case, he must have made Ryosuke guide.

Ryosuke remembered.

The point at which he started to go wrong.

When his own life began to twist.

‘I made the wrong choice…’

The next priest.

He is a strange man who asked to call himself ‘Saigo’.

Before meeting the elder, he gave him two options.

It is a gift given to me for guiding me well, and a choice given in the name of privilege.

‘Pleasure and superiority.’

At that time, Ryosuke chose a sense of superiority.

Because standing on top of others was more fun than anything else.

It was more fun than taking meth and having s*x, than having an orgy full of women on TV, and more than spending a thousand dollars on all kinds of pleasure.

That’s why he chose superiority.

And in exchange for that choice, he got a spiritual eye, and was able to walk a different path from other people who were in contact with the water ghost.

Okay…

Not too long ago that was so good.

The fact that you are different from others, that you are more special than anyone elseIt was so good.

But as time passed and his spiritual eyes grew stronger, he realized that something was wrong.

The spiritual eye, which is said to be able to see demons and souls that have not become evil spirits, showed whitish smoke at first. In the form of translucent steam or black smoke rising from firewood.

When I was able to see the soul with the feeling of being caught in glasses like that, I was just full of superiority, and I approached them without fear and reached out my hand.

When he stretched out his hand, the power of Pasa within his spirit chased them away, repulsed them, and made them disappear as they were. Ryosuke, like a child, even ran around and enjoyed the game of destroying the whitish form of spirits he could see with his hands.

However, as time passed, as the power of the Spiritual Eye grew stronger, the shape became more and more distinct.

The smoke, which was like steam, became clear in color, like white smoke rising in a lump.

Things like smoke rising from firewood gradually took shape and changed to resemble people.

As time passes, the appearance becomes clearer.

The white smoke is like a translucent hologram of a person.

The black smoke is like a terribly twisted nightmare.

Only then did Ryosuke notice.

That something was very wrong.

He knew that the Spiritual Eye he possessed was not merely ‘special’.

But it was too late.

The spiritual eye has already become a mirror that reflects the shape of the soul as clearly as a person, and has become a projector of nightmares that reflects the person’s appearance after death rather than life.

He knew that the identity of the whitish spiritual body was a legless ghost.

I knew that the black smoke was a ghost whose body had rotted and burned.

I knew that the smoke mixed with red was a ghost with blood all over the body.

He knew what he never wanted to know, and he saw what he never wanted to see.

However, there was no way to close the spiritual eyes once opened.

Ryosuke has no choice but to live with his dead soul, who is more vivid than a human being.

And there was something that marked Ryosuke’s despair.

It was right after Young-an fully opened his eyes when he attended a club meeting.

At that time, Ryosuke vomited.

Seeing the people who had relationships with the swollen, terrifying water ghosts, they couldn’t stand the pottery.

At that time, Ryosuke ran out recklessly and wandered the streets.

However, the ghosts were visible throughout the wandering, and the ghosts even rushed to Ryosuke’s side, as if the power of the Pasa was disturbed due to a great shock to the mind. At that time, Ryosuke screamed and moved to the safest place, which was the Metropolitan Police Department.

He used his powerful position as a politician to reluctantly go inside and gather his mind, but then he happened to see the items in the evidence room.

The yin and yang books and food and drink that the ghosts in the Metropolitan Police Department dare not even approach.

At that moment, Ryosuke’s eyes widened and he felt saved.

He had a hunch that that was the light that had come down on his terribly changed life, and that it would free him from seeing these disgustingly shaped ghosts that were harassing him.

I thought that if I could use Yin-Yang magic, I would be able to get away from the terrible disaster this spiritual eye gave me.

So, out of fear and awe, he dared to betrayI had a little bit of a heart to betray the next priest I couldn’t see, and I came up with an idea to measure the power of the onmyoji and the next priest.

To be precise, he escaped from the shadow of Ryunosuke Murata, who had fallen out of love after seeing him interact with the water demon, and reported the next priest controlling him behind the scenes to the Onmyoji and put him in prison to see if he could escape his influence.

However, he wanted to keep the ‘blessing’ that energizes him, so his thoughts should not be revealed until the very end.

Only then can you benefit from it.

If he won’t betray, then he can ask the next priest to do something else to reduce the power of this terrible spiritual eye.

If he betrayed him, the next priest who sensed it might take away the ‘blessing’ bestowed on his body by retaliation, so he wanted to make it so that possible betrayal would go unnoticed, even if he knew he had betrayed him, he would not be able to reap the blessing.

That’s why he secretly stole the Yin-Yang book and food and drink wealth, knowing that they would be found out to help the Yin-Yang Temple, and sent it to Rise when he asked for a casting.

To make things happen at a barely excusable level that barely crosses the line.

To the onmyoji, ‘I secretly brought in materials that can be used for onmyo magic in the enemy’s heart. So I’m on your side.’

To Rise Saigo, ‘I just wanted a casting, so I gave the most precious thing, but I didn’t know if I shouldn’t give it. I never had the heart to betray, but it’s really unfortunate that it seemed that way.’

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Okay.

His goal was to allow them to examine each other’s strength like a scale without crossing the line too much.

But…

The next priest’s reaction was faster than expected.

『The next priest was interested in the casting given by Uchikawa Ryosuke. I would like to ask you to come to the shrine tonight because I have something to tell you about. 』

Ryosuke read the text again and again.

And he pondered over and over again.

‘Call the onmyoji and ask for help? No. Then it will definitely be a betrayal. Then pretend you don’t know anything and visit me? But he seems to have noticed, but maybe he was just interested. Call the shaman on her phone and ask what’s up? Or the next fuse yourself… No.’

Numerous assumptions popped up and disappeared in his head.

My thoughts were not working properly, as if formless smoke was filling my head, and it gave me the feeling that it was about to explode at any moment. On top of that, it was to the point where I could even feel the illusion of heat on my forehead, probably because I was wearing my hair too much.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ryosuke closed his mouth and left the house and started the car.

‘Goes. I’ll go and check it out.’

He made up his mind to go to the shrine, got behind the wheel, stepped on the pedals through the dark night road, and reached the front of the shrine in an instant.

And climb the stairs one by one, before finally passing through the torii gate.

Ryosuke had no choice but to stop his steps.