The Shaman Wants Transcendence

52 – What a Festival Needs

“It’s shorter than I thought.”

Jinseong said that while looking at the elder who begged him.

The elder gave in to pleasure sooner than expected.

What could be the reason?

Was it because of the synergistic effect of Jinseong’s ‘blessing’, return, and negative magic?

Or was it because the elder’s mental state was deteriorating?

One or the other, maybe both.

In any case, the elder easily surrendered to Jinseong and promised to be his faithful supporter. Not only that, but all the other people who have experienced the return promised not only to look after Jinseong as long as they could, but also to provide great support to Rise’s gentleman.

Isn’t that a good thing indeed?

Powerful people are happy because they get pleasure, Jinsung is good because they get help, and Kenji and Rise got a chance to raise money, influence, and popularity under the protection of powerful people. No one suffers a loss and everyone is happy, so where can such a good thing happen?

Instead, I had to put all the water ghosts back into Nendoroids and seal them so that they could only work as colored ghosts, and hand them over to them, but I was happy to do so because there was a lot to be gained from that much effort.

Just one person.

“Uh, next priest. My body is strange. My eyes are strange, strange. I see something strange.”

Only politicians who performed necromantic rituals had problems.

The politician’s normal eyes changed after the necromantic ritual.

The politician, who was found in a bathroom with the lights off, half-conscious, shaking his cold body as if he had just stepped into a refrigerator and came out of it, was only able to regain his sanity after a long time in a warm place.

Fortunately, despite being exposed to the cold water for a long time, the skin did not get sore, let alone frostbite, and the water ghost did not suffer any harm. The water spirits regarded the politician as a possessed person, and they survived without any problems because there was no reason to touch the prey that Hana had preoccupied when there were plenty of prey for them to target.

Instead, his eyes became blue, as if a lens had been put on them. In addition, the light repeatedly disappeared and appeared, revealing and hiding itself, and whenever the blue light appeared, it reflected the images of bizarre and terrible things in the image of the eyes.

Spiritual Eye.

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He gained eyes that allowed him to see evil spirits and things that did not become demons.

Politicians came to have spiritual eyes that are said to allow them to see the soul, the white, and the soul. Besides, it wasn’t just a Spiritual Eye, but it looked like a Spiritual Eye that had at least a little bit of the power of persecution.

Jinseong took a close look at the politicians who appealed for ideals.

‘See. His eyes have turned into spirit eyes, and his voice and breathing sounds strange. It seems that his lungs are slightly damaged.’

Jinseong slightly floated the water and sprayed it on the politician.

“Oh Chaga!”

However, the politician did not show any symptoms even after being hit with water.

‘I’m not allergic to water. You’re lucky.’

Necromantic witchcraft ritual.

Even though it was a shamanic ritual whose story was spread through the Internet, I could only say that I was lucky that I paid such a price.

In the past, when Jinseong tried this witchcraft ritual, he had to undergo surgery for pulmonary edema because of the price, and he suffered a brain hemorrhage. In addition, when this necromantic ritual was performed, the body was damaged by the masters of various witchcraft.Because of the condition, the aftereffects came, and because of that, the lungs were inflamed.

But I was also lucky.

A certain necromancer developed a water allergy after performing this incantation ritual.

The necromancer said that whenever moisture, including his own bodily fluids, came into contact with his skin, the rash would occur. In the end, he is said to have died from anaphylaxis and hemorrhagic shock after being wounded and bleeding during the battle.

“You’re lucky.”

Jinseong said that and explained to the politician what had happened to his body.

He, of course, did not say outright that he was a master of ceremonies, but with a slight twist.

“You mean. I wanted to experience low pleasure. I wanted to be on a higher level than those who wear the mask of power and wield omnipotent power, and I witnessed them fall into the abyss and said that I was better than them. I was much better than them. He wanted to comfort himself by saying he was a better person, didn’t he?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Your wish has come true. Look. Those who would have ignored you in their hearts because of your lack of experience have drowned, become bloated, mixed with the flowing ghosts, poisoned, and miserable. A man named Elder came to want to mix his body with a water ghost of his own will. And in the meantime, only you. You were the only one who listened to their ugliness without hearing their ears.”

“That’s right. I heard a sound outside the bathroom…”

“And one more thing. You’ve got abilities they didn’t have, and never will have. Your eyes are those.”

“These eyes?”

Jinseong said to the politician looking at him.

“These are spiritual eyes, and they are eyes that only the elect can have. I opened them to you because I saw what you had a talent for. Now you can see the spirit, and you can feel things that others can’t perceive. That’s right. In other words, your status as a human being has become superior to others. How is it? Are you satisfied?”

Even in the midst of the chaos, he could clearly hear the words that his rank had risen and he had become superior. And when he thought so, he thought that what had happened to his eyes was not a ‘strange phenomenon’, but a ‘blessed phenomenon’.

Then, what disturbed the politician’s mind disappeared, and when he heard Jin-seong’s words that he was the chosen one, ‘low pleasure’ took its place. As proof, he could feel the firm swelling of his body even though he had not had s*xual intercourse or watched erotic scenes.

And Jin-seong watched the scene quietly.

It is the statue of Togang Yeoyu. If left alone, they will surely try to send me to Hell.’

But it’s still useful.

Thinking so, he left the politician and came out.

Now that he has power on his back, the time has come to enjoy the festivities.

* * *

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

An old voice resounded from a shrine in Tottori Prefecture.

The one screaming was a woman wearing a shaman’s costume.

She was yelling at the other person on the phone, raising her foxlike eyes.

“There are two days left for the festival! But what do you mean we’re sending someone new?! Besides, what are those loads in the truck and fire?”Why did you change the fireworks for flower viewing? What is this for!”

[ Mr. Kishimoto. I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t help it. Could you please understand? ]

“I can’t help it! That’s what the mayor would say?! Yes, let’s say it can’t be helped! Then can’t you give me a hint? What the hell is the point of doing this a month ago, at least not a week ago, but two days ago?” !”

[No, that’s… I also got a sudden call and I couldn’t help it. ]

“Suddenly? Suddenly?! Do you know how much baggage is brought to the shrine right now?! Are you repaying my trust by sticking a knife in my back?!”

[ Ha…]

The shrine maiden called Kishimoto was expressing her anger without filtering it. And behind the shouting, workers were constantly carrying loads, and the loads were enormous, as she said.

Trees that I don’t know where to use are piled up one after another behind the shrine, and those that look like firewood have already been piled up and piled up to a height of over 2m. In addition, things presumed to be food were suspicious of having robbed a warehouse, and unknown items marked with caution were occupying the gentleman’s warehouse in drums and iron boxes.

[Anyway, I will apologize later. Anyway, since this has happened, I hope you will proceed well, calm down as much as possible, and treat the guests who are leaving now. They were sent by someone far above me, so please don’t be rude. Never I’m sure the clever Mr. Kishimoto would have understood it well. ]

The mayor, who had been accepting Kishimoto’s anger, threw her words out and hung up the phone, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Hello? Hello…! Ha!”

And her phone call was cut off unilaterally, and she was in a position where she had no choice but to suffer inside without being able to express her anger that had not burned out anywhere.

She gripped her smartphone tightly and almost threw it on the floor, as if her anger was rising to the top of her head. Leaned against a pole near her.

“What the hell is this…”

Thoughts are not organized

I have no idea what the hell this is like right now.

She stared blankly as her workman painstakingly moved her load.

‘It’s a story that a great politician intervened to be able to give orders to the mayor. It’s not a festival held at Ise Jingu, it’s just a festival held in Tottori Prefecture, and there’s something to eat…’

“Uh?”

The moment I try to fall into the thought like that.

She saw two people coming to the shrine.

One man

One woman

The man was her first face, but the woman was someone she knew well.

“Lise?”