The Shaman Wants Transcendence

55 – What the Feast Needs

Jinseong, who declared that he would start the ceremony, went up to the altar made of stacked trees in the tent.

Quadduk.

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As Jinseong climbed, the tree that could not withstand his weight shattered with a bursting sound, and the roughly stacked wooden blocks collapsed and scattered on the floor. However, Jinseong didn’t care and looked down at the mercenary looking at him standing tall on the spot as if he were on a podium.

Then, as if reading a congratulatory message, he took the roughly tanned leather out of his pocket and began to read it. What was strange was that only drops of blood were strewn about on the tanned surface, but the letters could not be found even after washing his eyes. Instead, there was only a stinging smell and the smell of blood.

“Behold, King of the forest, Lord of the winds that flow through the branches of the trees, Who has rightful possession of every leaf that sways. He who dwells in the great earth, the ancient landlord, who rightly holds all that is on it. Since the ceremony begins in the name of , it is truly holy and meaningful, so you should shout the words of praise.”

As soon as Jinseong’s words were finished, the mercenaries prostrated themselves on the floor and shouted as they had heard before.

“King of the forest! Lord of the mountains! His power will last forever!”

“King of the forest! Lord of the mountains! His power will last forever!”

“King of the forest! Lord of the mountains! His power will last forever!”

Jinseong opened his mouth again when their shouts stopped.

“An evil one. A monster that stinks of sand from the gray lands. There was a monster more terrible than a blood-sucking monster, and more vicious than a monster who hides among men to profit from it. Whispering to its wickedness Now, the one who leads astray, the one who kills with honey, the monster of inflated arrogance. It’s called a whispering.”

Jinseong said that and raised his left hand.

“Behold! The fear of a monster that drives men crazy with its claws! We must remember it with pain, with bloodstains, and beware of it!”

Poududeuk!

Without batting an eye, he pulled out the nail from the ring finger of his left hand and dropped it towards the altar he was stepping on. Blood dripped from Jinseong’s hand when his fingernails were pulled out, but he looked at the mercenaries as if it was nothing.

The mercenaries shouted louder than before, perhaps because they felt pressure from Jinseong’s actions, or if not, because they witnessed the ceremony of pulling out their nails in front of their eyes and became members of it.

“King of the forest! Owner of the mountain! Save the poor family!”

“King of the forest! Owner of the mountain! Save the poor family!”

“King of the forest! Owner of the mountain! Save the poor family!”

Jinseong continued his ritual amidst their shouts.

The ensuing ceremony continued like a storyteller telling an old story, like a forest sage gathering children and telling a legend.

“King of the forest! Great being! We were living on the land of a man who rightly holds everything that grows on the ground and owns everything that grows in the sunlight as his property.”

“King of the Forest! Owner of the Mountain!”

“The grace of the king of the forest is deep and wide. He kept the wanderers from starving, and gave leaves and stems to those who couldn’t even cover their own bodies so that they could cover their bodies. His grace is like turning beasts into humans. How can I not admire and not be in awe!”

“Its grace is like the vast sky, its end unfathomable!”

“But the one who was jealous of itThere was, a monster from far away heathen lands! A monster that uses evil magic, changes shape, and torments humans endlessly! The offspring of that wicked being who, when burned, throws his claws at you to drive you insane, and who revives when you cut them twice with a sword, have arrived!”

“Great Being! Save us!”

Poududeuk!

Jinseong pulled out his nails once again.

This time it was Soji.

“Whispering! You illegitimate son of a monster, born under a curse and out of order! You monster that pierces your ears, whispers sweet words, and leads people astray! Many people who are deceived by this monster’s cunning will not have to suffer. I have suffered destruction and met the end of having my brain eaten! So the sage of the forest earnestly asked the king of the forest, There is an evil monster that is hard to find, so please grant peace to these lowly people!”

“The King of the Forest! The Dragon of Mercy!”

“The king of the forest says, ‘You human being. “

Jinseong came down from the altar with those words.

Pudeudeuk.

In the process of coming down, the altar was once again shaken and the wood fell out, but he didn’t care and came down and put the grass next to the altar on top of the altar, which was barely holding its shape.

The grass he raised was called herbs.

“So the sage burned the grass he was given with the prophecies to be performed, and although it caught fire, it did not spread, but only gave out thick smoke. The fragrance was sweet and did no harm to people, but only the monster hiding inside Poison! Ooh! King of the forest, great dragon, you deserve to be worshiped!”

“Be worshipped!”

“We will drink wine from the fruit you give us to give us joy, and we will make bread from the grain you send us to fatten up and do our duty, great dragon! Righteous lord of them all, from the root to the last fruit of the top! Please protect me!”

Jinseong threw a lit match onto the altar with his last words.

Roaring!

The altar had only dried pieces of wood and freshly picked herbs, but it caught fire in an instant, as if oil had been added to it, and the nails Jin-seong dropped on the altar moved on their own as if I were alive and did not catch fire. It moved and lit the fire evenly.

The altar was quickly engulfed in flames. However, for a while, the flames disappeared as if they were dying on their own, and instead, a huge amount of smoke began pouring out of the herbs and firewood, which had turned into a heap of charcoal, as if a smoke bomb had been lit.

“Wow!”

The smoke was so thick that one of the mercenaries was startled and unknowingly reached for the gas mask hanging from his waist. However, despite the thick smoke, no one had trouble breathing, and rather, the fragrant herbal smell passed through the lungs, giving a sense of refreshment.

The smoke filled the tent and swept over everyone, then it flew outside through a crack in the tent and began to spread in all directions. It was like the smoke that became a multi-pronged snake and scattered in all directions.

“It’s done. No one will know what’s going on at this shrine tonight.”

* * *

In ancient Europe, it was called whispering.They say there was a monster.

It is said that this monster, which originated from a transcendent species called ghouls that appeared in the Middle East, was so small that it could not be seen with the naked eye, unlike other ghouls similar in size to humans, and it was said that it could fly in the sky with wings like a fairy. .

The Whispering is said to have traveled to Europe for sinister reasons, where he did terrible things to the people.

This monster is said to have harmed countless people by considering the warm brains of freshly dead people as a delicacy, but the method of obtaining this food was truly wicked.

Whisperings are said to have used their tiny bodies to crawl into the bodies of people they would prey on. And it is said that he blocked his ear hole with his body and constantly whispered pleasant words to the host, and the person who heard the whisper changed into a bright personality no matter how dim a person was and became a person living an active life again.

However, he said that there was no way that people who lived only listening to good words could live a proper life, and in the end, all of them died a miserable death. It is said that when the host dies, the whispering that has been nestled in the ear crawls to the inside, devours the host’s brain, and leaves in search of another host.

In Europe, of course, they shuddered at the existence of this terrible monster, and it is said that they were able to defeat it safely by seeking wisdom from the transcendence species called the king of the forest.

Since then, word of mouth has become a good example of how terrible it can be to hear only ‘good words’ in a person’s life.

And then, as time passed, whispering stories became insignificant, like fairy tales read to children before bed. A shaman created a shamanic ritual based on this story.

However, this witchcraft ritual was not widely known. The sorcerer lost his life after creating the ritual, and what was passed on was transformed into a festival. In addition, even the original form of the ceremony could not be found in the festival as even the form of the festival was destroyed once again in the flames of the witch hunt, an extreme superstition eradication movement.

Because of that, only the record engraved in the cave remained and was buried like that with time.

And the distant future.

It wasn’t until the third world war broke out, all of Europe groaned over the phone, and the caves that had been covered by countless bombings were revealed in the far future that this magic was discovered.

And now, it has been reproduced by Jinseong’s hands beyond time.