I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 17



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#17 The dream is fierce (1)

“Are you dying…?”

Irene’s puzzled eyes turned to me.

The two inspirations also had slightly stiff faces.

“Just wait. I have to look a little further.”

Daughter –

I closed my eyes and focused on the scenes that came to my mind.

“There is a big tree.”

A tree appeared behind Irene.

Its presence was so enormous that I had never seen it before.

The green leaves covered the sky and also brought sunlight.

“What on earth are these black things?”

These were seen extending to Irene.

What is it that brings such a huge amount of harm?

It had an extremely ominous appearance.

“You’ve blocked it up really tight. You’ve hidden yourself so you won’t be caught.”

“What the hell are you talking about now….”

The pitch-black darkness was crouching.

And yet, it was constantly gnawing at the tree.

Most of the inside of the green tree had already rotted away.

“I was so happy that I didn’t even realize the leaves were falling…”

I looked further into the darkness that hid the body.

I couldn’t see an inch ahead of me.

Even the fortune telling seemed to be blocked and would not come out.

“Ugh….”

What a shame that even fortune telling is blocked.

It was not ordinary.

He was a vicious creature who would devour many things if no action was taken.

“He’s a bad guy.”

Daughter –

The spirit flowed along the drop.

The spiritual energy in my entire body gathered into my head, and I was finally able to face the pitch-black darkness.

And at that moment.

“Hey…you!!”

“Hey!”

I lost my mind.

***

Where is this place?

By the way, when did I come here?

Clocell was standing on top of the magic circle.

The surrounding area seemed to be covered in fog and was not visible.

“Come up quickly. It’ll only take a moment to get there.”

“Haha. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a warp magic circle.”

Huh···?

Paramon’s inspiration was in a strange state.

Why are you standing upside down?

Irene grabbed my wrist.

There was a friendly smile on the face looking at me.

“Chris, what are you doing standing there blankly? Let’s get going.”

It’s really strange.

I definitely met Irene and had my fortune told.

How did it go?

My head was filled with a hazy mist.

I didn’t feel any of the people’s karma, misfortune, or shame.

“Why aren’t you moving?”

hmm···?

My body doesn’t move the way I want it to.

At that moment, my eyes met with a soul.

The soul had no face.

The shape of the body was also vague.

But the expression was visible.

I tried to speak.

I tried to say something, but my voice wouldn’t come out.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Is this what it feels like when the dead speak to the living?

Nothing was communicated.

Irene grabbed me again and pulled me up onto the magic circle.

I saw the spirit looking at me shaking its head.

I was feeling sad and sorry.

He shook his head regretfully as if to say that it wasn’t true.

And the moment that soul waves its hand.

The vision before my eyes turned dark and then brightened.

– Cough!

Suddenly a scream was heard.

Clearly I’m standing on a magic circle, but what is this that I see before my eyes?

Paramon’s right arm was cut off.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I couldn’t keep it this time either…”

The face that had been smiling was frozen hard again, blocking out sadness.

His remaining arm held the sword that had pierced his heart.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t live happily…”

Old Man Clocel was screaming beside Paramon, who was falling down helplessly.

“Why…!! Why again…!!”

Next to him, Irene’s head was lying on the floor with her eyes wide open.

Ouch.

Ouch.

I couldn’t speak.

I had to save them, but I couldn’t move my body.

A shocking sight appeared before my barely opened eyes.

A person who is hanging limply in midair with his neck hanging in the air.

He had vomited so much blood that the front of his clothes were soaked with blood.

No, the blood was still flowing.

It kept pouring out of my mouth like a stream of water.

It was me.

***

“Ugh!”

My eyes brightened and I could see the ceiling.

“What…what is this…!”

I felt my whole body urgently and it was fine.

There was no blood and the neck was normal.

Looking around, it was clear that I was inside a house.

“dream…?”

It’s a nightmare.

That is also the worst of nightmares.

Now I remember everything.

I collapsed while giving a fortune telling.

It was the price of looking into something difficult to handle.

It’s fortunate that I woke up this healthy.

“This is ominous, this is ominous. This is not the time.”

I got up and headed straight to the shrine.

“also…”

As expected, all the lights were off.

The candles that illuminated the shrine and the candles that wished for happiness were all extinguished.

“Did it go off because you had a nightmare? Or did it go off because of the nightmare?”

My head was still throbbing, and it was hard to shake off the aftereffects of the dream.

It was a nightmare that left such a strong impression.

“I have to clarify this from the beginning.”

He picked up the flint with a pious heart.

Knock knock.

“I have revealed the new temple, so please take a look around here…”

Hwaruruk –

“Please look upon this also, comforting the lost dead…”

Knock knock.

Hwaruruk –

“Please also look after the souls who are taking a new path.”

Knock knock.

“hmm…?”

The fire did not start.

It was a candle that wished for the happiness of Paramon’s inspiration.

“Haa…what’s going to happen…”

The candle won’t light?

This is something I have never experienced before.

Occasionally, shamans with weak psychic abilities end up in this situation.

When someone stronger than you comes in or when you are reading the fortune of someone who worships a greater god.

And if you try to see a fortune telling that is beyond your ability.

It was clear that something was afoot for Paramon’s future.

“Tsk tsk….”

He bowed his head and made a more earnest wish.

I held the bell in my hand and prayed.

After praying for happiness for so long, I was finally able to light the fire.

“This is driving me crazy… Seriously. What the heck is this dream?”

Dreams are something that ordinary people don’t have to worry about much.

But for me, the meaning was different.

Dreams this vivid were most likely precognitive.

Whether it was a good dream or a bad dream, we’ll have to interpret it to find out, but this dream was definitely a bad dream.

“Usually, when a person dies, it’s a good dream…”

The sight was so ominous that I couldn’t forget it.

Why does my throat feel cold for no reason?

“But where did that little brain go?”

The head was given the role of night watchman.

It was his job to let me know if something happened at the shrine or if the candles were about to go out.

I was entrusted with the task of serving God and washing away my sins, but what have I done until it got to this point?

“Hey! Head!!”

hmm···?

There was no sign of a head sliding in from the ceiling or the wall.

“head!!!”

no way···.

For no reason, ominous dreams crossed my mind.

If it was that black darkness that brought about the nightmare…

“Hey! Head!!”

I screamed and searched the house, but I couldn’t find it.

There’s no way he’d suddenly leave his seat.

This is a soul that is still filled with resentment before it can attain Buddhahood.

“….”

I closed my eyes and began to concentrate.

I felt a faint tremor.

It was under the table where the new offering was made.

“Haa… I’m so scared.”

I looked under the table and saw that the head was shaking.

He was lying face down, clutching his head in his arms, paralyzed with fear.

The feeling of how much the soul had been shaken had faded considerably.

“Hey! Get up!”

-······.

The head moved its body and stuck its head out.

“Tsk tsk…”

But I guess it wasn’t a big deal since my soul wasn’t hurt.

My soul was just shaken for a moment.

Rather, there were even traces of karma being washed away.

“You have met the god I serve.”

It’s finally sorted out.

My dream was indeed a precognitive dream.

This must be a dream given to me by the god I serve.

My head must have sensed that you were briefly visiting my dreams.

He must have been lying face down in fear of the blow.

That means the candle going out was a warning.

To show that Paramon’s candle does not catch fire.

“Whew…what a bolt from the blue.”

I had my fortune told thinking I was a noble person, but I ended up encountering something terrible.

“You really give me a lot of work to do.”

Seeing that you have even visited me in my dreams, I realize that this is also something I must do.

“Where are the inspirations?”

As I opened the door and went out, I saw three people gathered a little ways away.

“Hey! Are you awake?”

“I was surprised when he suddenly collapsed.”

“Haha. I was going to call you because it seemed like you were up already.”

I quickly approached and examined the body of Inspiration Paramon.

There were no injuries and his right arm was fine.

“Sir, is everything okay?”

“Hmm? Nothing happened.”

“No, that’s not it.”

What can I say?

I immediately took the drop in my hand and shook it.

Daughter –

Daughter –

“this….”

The fortune teller didn’t come out.

Daughter –

Even after shaking it again, it didn’t come out.

It was so blocked up that I couldn’t even approach it.

It was a secret that I could not see with my current abilities, and I could not receive the attack and defense that the gods gave me.

“Are you still my disciple…”

Shamans who have just received the ordination are called Aedong.

The fortune teller has clever but immature disciples.

It was a moment when I deeply felt that I too was a child.

“Inspiration, listen carefully.”

“Tell me.”

“In my dream, my inspiration was standing upside down. What does this mean?…”

Clocell and Irene’s voices interrupted me.

“It’s all done.”

“As expected, your level has deepened since then.”

“Would you like to be an elf?”

Clocell was smiling proudly, holding his waist.

“Chris, would you like to see this? It’s hard to see something like this unless you’re a baron or higher.”

There, where he stretched out his hand and pointed, a wide magic circle was drawn.

“This is something that only the 7th Circle magicians can handle…”

It was a scene I felt like I’d seen somewhere before.

Clocell, Paramon, and even Irene.

“no way….”

Clocelle opened his mouth with a smirk.

“It’s a warp magic circle. We’ll get to the elf forest in an instant.”

I think I had one really awesome dream.

If you look at it this way, it is clear.

After looking at Inspiration Paramon, I opened my mouth to Inspiration Clocel.

“If you ride that, everyone will die. Except you, sir.”

This old man was trying to kill all the people.