The Shaman Wants Transcendence

5 – What You Need to Recover

That’s how Jinseong fell into witchcraft.

Like a gambler who won big on his first bet.

Just like a farmer whose first crop has been blessed with a good harvest and cannot forget the taste.

Maybe like a merchant who got a lot of money by luck.

That’s how Jinseong made up his mind to become a shaman.

And that oath lasted until the world exploded into war, and he burned himself with his corpse-like body.

Even if time turns back, it is natural to walk the path of a shaman.

‘The magic has many faces, but it has only one body. I call it an obsession.’

Jinseong laughed and took out a plastic bottle from the refrigerator.

Inside the plastic bottle, red water reminiscent of a ruby was glistening and shining brightly, and though it was thick, it was ecstatically emitting its own scent with light. Color is like paint made by melting jewels, and the fragrance is so sweet that it contains life itself.

Blood.

Water and blood that make up life through blood vessels.

Blood was a catalyst used in numerous spells.

Symbols are important in magic, summoning, and sorcery. Therefore, in astrology, symbols were attached to stars and names were used, and magic also gave meanings to elements and pictures and performed transfers in the name of magic circles. There were also many things that were activated using symbols extracted from materials. And the purer the material, the better the value, and even with the same amount used, it was able to produce stronger power.

The blood he is holding in his hand is also of high quality.

It was a 2+ grade blood certified by the Catalyst Cooperative. Considering that more blood was comparable to the price of gold for its weight, it could be said to be the finest blood he could get now.

But…

“I can’t use this.”

Jin-seong put the blood, which was pure without any foreign substances and even added with the symbolism of his virgin blood, into the refrigerator as it is.

* * *

“I need trash.”

The purer the catalyst, the better.

Jewelry must be spotless.

The purer the blood owner, the better.

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It is good that the body is freshly dead.

A treasure must have no thoughts, and a relic must have a history of being used for its intended purpose.

Therefore, it can be said that the catalyst Jin-seong wants is extremely heterogeneous.

All he wants is trash.

Things that cannot normally be traded, and cannot be traded at all.

In terms of food, it is the leftovers of vegetables that are cleaned and discarded, and in terms of wood, sawdust comes out of cutting.

“I can’t become a mercenary yet, so I guess I’ll have to hunt for garbage.”

Jinsung put his palms together and stood up from his seat.

He then started walking around the room looking for clothes to wear on his own.

The first thing I picked up was black pants.

Kwadeuk.

Jin-seong bit his ring finger and drew his blood. Then, strangely, even though it was just a light bite, his blood flowed non-stop.

He started drawing patterns on the crotch of his black pants using a lot of blood from his fingers. It was neither a Chinese character nor a picture, but a pattern that looked like a child scribbled it.

It resembles the seal style used by shamans when drawing amulets, and furthermore, resembles the shape of oracle bone inscriptions used in ancient China.

Horizontal lines engraved at the top and bottom. And in betweenA single vertical line across it.

And a picture in the form of a shiot (ᄉ) erected between vertical lines.

The Chinese character is called shaman shaman.

“In order to reach the ground, the legs must be strong, and what moves those legs is not hard bones, but flexing hamstrings, so history will dwell in every step of that gait.”

In ancient China, gait was valued. For that reason, martial arts, the study of controlling and transcending the body, taught walking before wielding weapons, and those who learned taoism taught how to step on the ground before reading heavenly qi and writing amulets.

The obsession with gait is unknown in detail, but according to the oldest records, it is said that it originated with King Yu, the first king of the Xia Dynasty, China’s first hereditary dynasty. It is said that this King Wu was the son of Gon and was given the position of monarch by the Three Emperors Oje.

Conversely, on the Korean Peninsula, people were more obsessed with the elements that make up the gait than the gait. On the Korean Peninsula, those who wanted to transcend with their bodies were obsessed with breathing and the tempo of their legs, and those who wanted to transcend with witchcraft were obsessed with being a means of movement. Those who use summoning placed great importance on the function of a pillar connecting the earth and sky, and this became the basis and purpose of summoning in modern Korea.

What Jinseong engraved on his pants is the function of a relay connecting heaven and earth.

The Chinese character for 巫 (巫) means a person who connects heaven and earth, so there was nothing like this as a symbol used as a relay.

“ॐ-“

After carving the pattern, as Jinseong concentrated his mind, the pattern gradually resonated and turned black and began to spread like veins all over the pants.

“The rest can be prepared as we go.”

When Jinseong’s pants were finished, he changed into them and opened the window.

Then, standing on the window sill, he took a step toward the air.

The legs that were moving toward the air eventually fell into the sea of air, and I tried to fall without being able to overcome the weight…

Sigh.

At that moment, space collapsed.

And the place where Jinseong appeared is a small hill at the back of the mansion.

The distance from the mansion is 10 li (4 km).

“ॐ-“

To travel more than 10 li in one step.

A transfer of advanced shamanism created by a shaman in the Korean Peninsula who viewed legs only as a means of transportation and researched them to maximize their ‘meaning as a means of transportation’.

Many people refer to this sorcery as the Chukchi method.

* * *

Jinseong, who arrived at the back mountain using the axis method, closed his eyes and spread his inspiration.

In the body of Jinseong, who stands with his palms together, the energy of the earth flows through his legs thanks to the symbol engraved on his pants, and through the sky, although it is hidden by the bright sunlight, the stars that clearly exist communicate with him.

And a little for him to stand.

The stars whispered to him with starlight, the ground with the shaking of weeds.

– Here it is.

Hearing the whisper, Jinseong stretched out his hand like lightning and squeezed the air.

Shah ah!

When he squeezed the air, a snake came out.

The snake, with a yellow band on a black background, screamed as it twisted in the air as if it had been caught by an invisible hand.

“Black Chilhwangjang. It’s a pity that it’s not a poisonous snake.”

Shah! Shaak!

The snake, caught by the scruff of the neck in Jinseong’s grasp, cried ferociously. I tried to tighten Jinseong’s arms by moving my body to see if I had a strong will to live, but Jinseong’s body as a minor, who trained together while learning witchcraft, was not a snake, but had strong forearms that would not feel pressure even if a serpent came. It was useless because there was.

He stared at the snake, then twisted his neck and pulled it out.

Pudeudeuk.

The body of the snake that had lost its head wriggled and continued to tighten Jinseong’s arm, and after Jinseong released it by force, he took it to his mouth without even peeling off his skin.

Hard. Fast.

The taste wasn’t bad.

No, to put it mildly, it was great.

It felt like eating a cool sashimi of a well-mixed chicken and fish.

There are many people who hate snakes, so they don’t consume them often in Korea, but there are many countries around the world that use snakes for food, and among them, there are people who eat them raw saying that they taste great.

Right now, in Korea in the 70s and 80s, because of the popular belief that eating a snake raw improves your stamina, as soon as you catch a snake in the mountains, you often eat sashimi and eat it.

And that was the reason Jinseong ate the snake raw.

“This isn’t it.”

After eating the snake, Jin-seong fell to the floor, picked up the head of the snake with its jaw wide open, put it in his pocket, and closed his eyes again.

Shaaagh!

The next thing caught was a brown snake with a spicy scent. The snake had the unique smell of a venomous snake that weakly stings its nose, reminiscent of an acacia.

“Seven fortune teller.”

A venomous snake that, once bitten, dies before walking seven steps.

This terrible snake, also called Chilbosa, was a snake that had a terrible notoriety for beginners who trained deep in the mountains in the past, and it is a snake that needs attention even now, when antidote magic artifacts are widely available in modern times.

Poududeuk!

Jinseong turned the snake’s neck as it was and began to chew it raw as before.

Unlike the snake from before, the spicy scent lingered in his nose like seasoning, and he slayed the snake, which seemed to be well over a kilo, from the seat, thinking that it was like dipping sashimi in wasabi.

Then he picked up the head of the snake that had fallen to the floor and muttered.

“It’s a win.”