I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 22



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#22 The complicated world is complicated here too (4)

At that moment, the urgent voice of a farmer was heard from behind.

“Okay… Wait a minute!!”

“yes?”

The farmer’s expression was unusual.

It’s like an expression on someone’s face when they see something unbelievable.

But he was looking this way cautiously.

The old man’s eyes, which had been watching the race closely, trembled violently.

“Huh…by any chance…Hans?”

At that moment, Race’s eyes turned to the old man.

“ah…!”

The old man’s face, whose eyes met with Lace’s, seemed to become hazy.

He’s possessing people so that they won’t think he’s a ghost.

“Hey, Mr. Hak! Don’t you close your eyes? Where did that evil bastard get the chance to bewitch people?”

I blocked the ghost of the race, but it seemed like the old man was already possessed.

His unfocused eyes were staring blankly into space.

“…This is the problem because I can see ghosts.”

As I cut off the flow of spiritual energy, the old man’s eyes came back into focus.

“I…I just…”

“Sir, I’m possessed. You shouldn’t make eye contact with ghosts.”

Judging from the fact that he was briefly possessed and lost his mind, it seems like this old man is not a very strong-willed man.

“Did you say Hans instead? Do you know him?”

“It was blurry so I couldn’t see it well…”

It was something that could be checked by looking again, but the old man’s eyes were turned to a completely different place.

I told him not to make eye contact, but he just turned away.

You seem too scared to have met even one demon.

As for the scary appearance, our house’s head is much scarier.

“I blocked it, so it’s okay to look at it now.”

The old man turned back to the race with his eyes full of fear.

“Oh, that’s right! Hans is right! I heard he went missing a while ago…!”

If he went missing recently, then he must have died recently…

The feeling was so intense that it couldn’t have been created in a short period of time.

“Could you explain in a little more detail?

“That’s all I know. One day, he suddenly didn’t come home…”

“Was Hans by any chance greedy?”

“That can’t be true. I’ve rarely seen a friend as humble as Hans.”

He was a simple person?

How can someone like that become such a greedy, greedy spirit?

The difficulty in becoming a ghost is on a different level from that of a normal ghost.

There has to be something like a real, fanatical obsession or hatred for something.

“Aren’t you mistaken?”

“We’ve been living together in the Baron’s territory all this time, how could that be…”

The old man kept glancing in that direction, perhaps feeling sorry for Hans who had turned into a monster.

With a very frightened expression.

“Hmm…”

It doesn’t seem like he’s lying.

“That’s strange…”

The state of the soul was also very clean.

It wasn’t like he was stabbed to death by someone, and it was ambiguous to say that he died alone.

It is said that he became a local spirit in a short period of time just because of greed.

There may be a reason for that, but something feels off.

Even scenes flashed through my head as if a fortune teller was about to come out.

“Irene, would you mind digging a hole for me?”

At Irene’s call, a gnome appeared and bowed to me.

I don’t know why he keeps greeting me first instead of his own contractor.

“Gnome! There’s something down there. Will you dig until it comes out?”

The gnome nodded, glared sharply at the race, and then stopped.

The face looking back seemed to say, ‘Do I really have to buy this?’

Just as I find race unpleasant, so do gnomes.

“I have a favor to ask.”

Nod.

The ground began to be dug up by gnomes.

Race started having seizures, but what could he do?

This is a landowner who has already lost his home.

Soon, a white object emerged from the spot where the gnome had dug the ground.

It was a human hand bone.

Holding tightly to a doll that appears to be a child’s.

“There are no rest?”

Judging from the way the gnome shook its head, it seemed that there was only a hand under the ground.

Why on earth would a person’s hand be buried in the ground?

From what I heard, it was clear that he had died not long ago, but his bones were soft and crumbly, as if a long time had passed.

And a terrible stench was coming from next to it.

“What the heck?”

Something was half-buried in the ground.

A black stone engraved with curly letters and shapes.

Immediately, a response came from Inspiration Clocell.

“It’s the Necromancer’s Mana.”

“Are you a necromancer?”

I felt a strange energy coming from the stone.

It felt like all the negative energy was pushed out.

Old Clocelle, who had been examining the stone, raised his head.

“I’ve never seen an artifact like this before. However, looking at the formula, it seems to be related to racing.”

I felt it too.

Because all the negative energy of the race was flowing out from this stone.

At the same time, I felt my emotions being twisted.

I’ve definitely felt this vibe before.

When I realized what this thing was, I cursed.

“These rotten guys… are they going to eat Western food?”

There is something similar to the magic used by shamans.

This is a method mainly used when cursing someone.

The method was so cruel that it was even forbidden to shamans.

It forces people into extreme situations and brings out deep emotions.

The more negative the emotion, the greater the effect.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s hunger, hatred, or greed.

The medium that collects those negative energies is called ‘Yangbap’, and the act of casting a curse is called ‘Salnalnalinda’.

Now, what I felt from this stone was exactly the same.

The difference is that the phenomenon was brought about by mana.

Instead of cursing someone, he corrupted a sane soul.

I heard the voice of Pharaoh’s inspiration, Pharaoh.

“I guess it was a doll for a child…”

That doll seemed like a medium for emotions.

Just before he lost his life, Hans must have held tightly to the doll he was giving to the child.

He must have felt regretful about the gift that could not be delivered and thought of his children.

That stone twisted his heart terribly.

With dirty greed, that is.

That too, in the form of just cutting off the hand and placing it next to the rice.

“ha…”

The horrific act made me boil with anger.

The race was not created naturally, but was an artificially created demon.

At the same time, he was a poor dead man.

And I don’t even know how to return it to its original soul…

The stone was pulled out of the ground.

“Tsk tsk…”

As the stone was removed, the negative energy flowing from the race became much weaker.

But now that it has taken root, it will have to remain that way.

“I have to find a way.”

The inspirations and Irene were talking with serious expressions.

“He might be a necromancer operating as an individual.”

“I’d better check it out. I’ll contact my magic tower.”

Clocelle’s inspiration came to me.

“Give it to me. I’ll track down the necromancer.”

“No, there’s still work to be done.”

If this stone is meant to act as a food source, then the necromancer has met the wrong opponent.

When cursing or killing someone.

You always get paid several times that amount.

Where there is cause and effect, there is retribution.

“You’re serving lamb rice in front of a shaman?”

This time, try getting cursed by a shaman.

***

Clocell was holding a crystal ball in his hand.

– I will take action as you said.

“Please take care of me.”

His face was set hard as he turned to Paramon.

“Fortunately, they say there are no other signs.”

A while ago, a group of goblins appeared near the estate.

Clocell immediately dispatched knights to investigate.

Because it is not an ordinary thing for a monster to appear near the Baekjak territory.

Paramon’s face was as hard as Clocell’s.

“Roselle, what do you think? Do you really think the necromancers are starting to come out?”

“We’ll have to wait and see…”

“What a coincidence….”

Bad feelings often turn out to be true.

Paramon hoped his intuition was wrong.

But it was such a coincidence.

Irene comes to find Chris, following the will of the World Tree and the monster that suddenly appeared.

In addition, there are traces of the necromancer that we discovered this time.

Didn’t you even say that the state of the World Tree was strange?

“When was the last time any trace of them was found?”

“It’s been about 40 years, I think. But we don’t know yet. He could be a wizard who has dabbled in forbidden magic.”

Paramon swallowed his sigh and opened his mouth.

“If they show up again…”

Clocell’s eyes widened.

“I must find my abandoned name.”

“Heh heh…”

A moment of silence fell between them.

It was Clocell who spoke first.

“It was amazing to see it in person.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s what Chris does. It must have been frustrating for you because you couldn’t see it every time.”

“Heh heh…”

It was something they had both always wondered about.

What on earth can Chris see and how much can he know?

“He treated racing like a toy.”

The words coming out of Clocell’s mouth were mixed with a laugh that seemed to be absurd.

It had to be that way.

Ghost type monsters are very difficult to deal with.

Many knights and soldiers fell helplessly before the races and banshees.

This means that only those who can use mana can deal with this monster.

But to win a race without using mana…

“I lifted the object, but there was no trace of magic.”

“This time it wasn’t swordsmanship either.”

“If this becomes known, the magical world will be turned upside down. A new form of power.”

The two old men’s eyes were turned towards Chris, who was diligently wiping the drops from a distance.

Could it be the old man’s experience?

It felt like something was going to happen around that boy.

“I guess I should contact my granddaughter…haha.”

“I already told you.”