The Shaman Wants Transcendence

49 – How to Enjoy the Festival

“I’ll check first. I want you to answer honestly.”

Jinseong politely said to the elder. Then, as if it was annoying, but for the effect of ‘blessing’, he showed a gesture as if he could endure that much, asking Jinseong to do it.

“Among the blessings you just mentioned, are the blessings of increased stamina and pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Then, I need some hair to cast a blessing on. Could you pluck one out and give it to me?”

“There is nothing difficult.”

He pulled out a piece of shiny black hair that was not suitable for his age and handed it to Jinseong. Then he laughed as if he thought of a funny joke.

“Come to think of it, is that ‘blessing’ done with hair?”

“That’s right.”

“Then a bald head won’t even get a blessing! hahahaha! No, they say bald heads have strong stamina, so he won’t have a problem without your blessing!”

“Even if a bald man has strong stamina, would he only be born with stamina? Especially stamina, but size is determined from birth, so what the elder possesses must be a real blessing.”

“Yes. This stuff is my real blessing. You know something!”

Jinseong moderately flattered the elder’s self-praise and turned the hair he received into ashes. Then he smeared the ashes he had made on the elder’s lower abdomen.

“Ho. It’s an unusual way. Where, is it the power of the god you serve?”

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“Ah, that’s not true. This is… It’s a secret.”

Jinsung smiled and said quietly.

“There was a book that was kept at the shrine. This is how I came out of there.”

“hehehe, right? Things like that often come out.”

“Is that so?”

Jinseong glanced at the elder when he said that such things often appear.

But as if the elder had no intention of saying anything more, he closed his mouth and looked at his lower stomach.

The ashes that Jinseong had taken had disappeared without a trace as if they had dug into his flesh, and because of that, the elder gently touched the place where Jinseong had put his finger.

“Oh?”

The effect of the ‘blessing’ was immediate.

The elder couldn’t hide his joy when he checked the overflowing energy in his body, the vitality that spread throughout his muscles, and his things that seemed to be much harder than usual.

He said to Jinseong as if he was satisfied.

“Excellent! Literally a ‘blessing’!”

The elder roughly praised Jin-seong for blessing him, and rushed toward the women who had been trying to seduce him with all his might since the story of the building came out. Then, as if burying herself in a bed made of flesh, she entered between them and began to make love to the fullest.

Jinseong watched the scene quietly and quietly left the room with the politician. He politely pretended to shut the door, tricked the doorknob so it wouldn’t close properly, and casually headed downstairs with the politician.

“You’re a great hero. Besides, you look a lot younger than I thought.”

hahahaha. He’s like a living legend in Japanese politics. He looks much younger than me, but he’s been working for the country since the days of the Empire. He’s a great person.”

“It’s my business?”

“Yes, he made a name for himself as a war hero during the Greater East Asia War. Like a man from the proud Satsuma clan, he traveled the sea and made all sorts of achievements.”

“A sea man? Then, has the elder learned the water craft?”

“No. I heard that you learned some swordsmanship.It is said that Miyamoto Musashi, who is famous for being a first-class swordsman, highly praised this swordsmanship, but I don’t even know the name.”

“Okay?”

Jinseong looked at the politician.

The politician had a slightly flushed face, as if he was preoccupied with boasting about the elder, and like a fan preaching virtue, he continued to give Jinseong information about the elder.

Then, when there was no reply from Jinseong, he turned his head away as if he felt something strange.

“You mean he hasn’t mastered the craft?”

I could see Jinseong smiling brightly.

Jinseong smiled and looked at the politician.

The politician’s eyes were rotten.

Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild animal that had been tamed by its prey, and those of a person struggling with the pleasure in front of them rather than taking difficult steps toward the future.

As a drug addict, his tolerance for pleasure was noticeably less than that of ordinary people.

“Look. Have you ever thought about this?”

“What do you think?”

“Hmm. Yeah. You’ve seen Kenji too. What do you think of Kenji?”

The politician thought for a moment and replied.

“I think he’s crazy. But at the same time, he introduced me to the next priest, so I have no ill feelings.”

“Yes, madman. hahahaha. Yes. That guy is crazy. A man who kidnaps drug lords at random and feels joy watching them cry is not a madman!”

Jinseong laughed and continued.

“By the way. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to bring someone down and make them equal to you? Didn’t you feel a sense of humiliation to see Kenji so happy?”

“That…”

“Yes. It’s not right. But if you think about it, what’s the problem? You wouldn’t have taken medicine because it was right. Is not it?”

“It is.”

“With that in mind, I’m going to give you two options from now on. This is a privilege no one else in this room has, and it’s all a gift and a privilege because you guided the Elder well.”

Jinseong slowly opened the zipper of the bag he had been carrying.

“Now. One. It’s an extension of the pleasures you’ve had so far. The pleasures you get from s*x. If you choose this, you’ll be treated the same as everyone else, but at least one pleasure can be guaranteed. This is my guarantee. You can do it.”

“Pleasure…”

The politician looked at Jinseong with blank eyes as if he was fascinated by the word pleasure.

“And the other is to experience the ‘lower pleasures’ I just talked about. You’ll be the lowest in the room, except for the women. Money means money, power means power. There’s only one person lesser than you here. There won’t be one, right?”

“…That’s right.”

“If you choose the second option, you’ll see all of those great people fall to the ground. They’ll turn even lower than they were drunk, look worse than they were drunk with pleasure, and their eyes wide open. You’ll be able to see it go back. At that moment, you’ll be one step above the great people here.”

Pleasure.

A sense of superiority.

To politicians, the two options came with two words.

He was worried

Pleasure.

He remembers the pleasure he got from meth. InjectionThe level of immersion and amplified pleasure when he had s*xual intercourse over ” was stored in the deepest part of his hippocampus.

Because of that past, he was too weak at the word ‘pleasure’.

Even now, after receiving a blessing from Jinseong and quitting medicine, he spends every day happily hugging a woman, relying on the amplification of energy and pleasure given instead. As much as he was addicted to methamphetamine, his addiction to women grew as well, and he lived with women all day long to the point that his increased stamina couldn’t cover them all, and these days he even took care of zinc and health foods that were said to be good for stamina.

What about the lower pleasures?

What about the pleasure that comes from the desire to trample on others and rise above them?

‘What made me become a politician?’

To be a politician in Japan is to be elected by the vote of the citizens.

However, unlike other countries, it was also a power that could be ‘hereditary’.

For him, being a politician was a power that could be inherited naturally, and it also meant a brilliant job with a guaranteed future.

But at the same time, it was also a class that could naturally stand above the common people and look down on them.

The twisted pleasure of looking down on and ignoring others was familiar to him, and the sense of superiority given there was a factor that made him.

Yes.

If pleasure is what he is addicted to.

A sense of superiority was what made him.

A sense of superiority that he inherited the position of being a politician.

A sense of superiority that I can wield my power and deal with the people.

A sense of superiority from birth that the class itself is different from ordinary people.

A mighty power that allows you to manipulate others with one finger, and even overcome mischief!

“I’ll choose the second.”

The politician responded sternly.

And at least the moment he answered that question, at least this moment when he remembered his past self and was drunk with a sense of superiority, his eyes were not rotten eyes like a drug addict, but the eyes of a gun that had returned.

“It’s good. It’s good.”

Jinseong laughed at the gun-filled eyes.

It wasn’t anything special that made me laugh.

It’s just that human nature, which enjoys the most when bullying others, is funny.

I wonder if it is so great that it overcomes even the obsession with pleasure nestled deep in the hippocampus.

So I laughed.