I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 25



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#25 Why do you keep the complex? (3)

Many priests are people who are filled with light.

I’ve seen a lot too.

But this was the first time I had seen such an intense glow.

It’s so dazzling that you can’t even see people…

“….”

The energy felt from the light was colorful.

I blurted out the words without realizing it.

It was pure admiration.

“Warm and…compassionate.”

That’s not all.

“Rather than being hard, it’s like water…”

There were countless fish swimming in the water.

That’s exactly what it felt like.

I was sinking deeper and deeper into the light.

“Are you a keeper?”

My eyebrows started to tingle.

My spirits moved on their own and kicked out the light.

The moment my vision became clearer, I could read the disposition of my soul.

To think that something like this exists within the human soul…

There were traces of his soul being polished for a long time.

My mouth opened on its own.

“…It’s an old wall.”

“….”

“The wall that should be still keeps moving, so there’s a problem…”

The walls do not move.

You just have to hold your position.

That’s the life this person should live, and the life he wanted to live.

“Still, you learned well. The god you serve is very impressed.”

“her…”

After this exercise, my mouth closed again.

It seemed like there was nothing more to say.

The spirit I serve was also very impressed by this inspiration.

The response to the fortune telling came out immediately.

The tone was heavy yet light.

“…Have you ever seen such a monstrous thing…”

monster···?

I even gave you a fortune telling when we first met, but you’re a monster?

A monster to a good shaman.

“Hey, what is this guy doing?”

Paramon smiled wryly.

“…You even know how to laugh? I’ve seen you laugh all my life.”

“Chris is a shaman.”

“….psychic?”

“They say that by borrowing the power of God, he can relieve the sorrow of the dead. He can also bring happiness to the living.”

“By the power of God? Now, you’re just saying that?”

It was a rather agitated voice.

And I know this reaction better than anyone else.

If you live as a shaman, there will come a day when you will welcome God.

Sometimes I see it in my dreams, and sometimes I go to the mountains to pray and hear a voice like thunder.

Anyway, all shamans look like that when they welcome a god.

“I just saw the traces of God in you. Explain.”

“You are very accurate.”

What more is there to explain?

I saw it exactly as it was and there is no need to explain it further.

You probably know this inspiration too.

“Did what you just said come from God?”

“that’s right.”

“Huh… Do you know what you just did?”

What the heck, I got it in the air.

The reaction was excessive considering it was just a fortune telling.

He opened his mouth with a face that said he was inspired.

“What you just did was an oracle.”

Exclamations of admiration burst out from our inspirations.

It seems they didn’t even think about it.

Even I never thought of it this way.

“Ugh…!”

“I see, that’s true!”

“I see. Is that so? These crazy guys…”

For a priest, he is quite foul-mouthed.

A tendency that is the complete opposite of the light that is felt.

I guess he was packaging himself in that way.

“What is a trust… a fortune teller. A fortune teller!”

“It’s not a fortune teller, it’s an oracle!”

“Why are you yelling at the patient? It’s already blinding me.”

“Even a person with his eyes closed is dazzled…”

When I heard you screaming, I felt even worse.

I’m already in so much pain because of the curse’s backlash.

The more I think about it, the more annoying it becomes…

I reached out for inspiration.

“Give it to me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Bokchae.”

If he’s a friend of Paramon’s, he’s probably a good player, which means he has some money.

I hate that you yelled at me, so it’s legal to take a lot of it this time.

It was just a few words, but it was a big deal.

“5 silver. Pay 5 silver for the lottery.”

“….What is a lottery?”

Paramon Inspiration explained on my behalf, who was sick.

“It’s what you get in return for your fortune telling.”

And it began.

A fit of clerical inspiration.

“Take money? A trust? Take money and sell the trust?”

It was almost like foaming at the mouth.

I can’t see it clearly, but I think I can hear something bubbling.

Is this the sound of your stomach boiling?

“This damn bastard!! Are you selling the will of God for money?”

Eventually, the road started to get rough.

“I will set the hierarchy of the church straight!!”

There was chaos for about five minutes?

The priest’s inspiration sat down in his chair with a slightly calm expression.

“…..”

“…..It’s Klein. Your name is Chris, right?”

I will correct it.

It seems like it hasn’t calmed down yet.

Because he was glaring at me as if he was going to kill me.

“So, even if you close your eyes, you can see ahead? You can even see your soul?”

“yes.”

“Huh… Have I lived too long… Which god do I serve?”

“…..”

“no way…”

That’s probably right.

How can you not know the gods that a shaman worships?

Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed about this.

“That’s… Sometimes when I see you coming down, you look like a grandfather or grandmother…”

“That’s all the one who receives the trust alone says…”

Klein’s inspiration has faded.

It’s like looking at someone who has half given up.

“Ilia, the god of the earth, is often depicted in that manner.”

“Is this Ilya?”

I don’t think this is a god.

Shamans can sense it instinctively.

Normally, you would find out when you receive the divine revelation, but in my case, I was struck by lightning and passed out.

“Is there any god associated with lightning?”

“does not exist.”

As expected, it doesn’t seem to exist.

There is no god associated with him in my memory either.

Why on earth is the spirit hiding his identity so tightly?

“I can see the soul, but both eyes are fine. Then it’s not a divine eye….”

“Is it Shinan?”

“These are the eyes that saints and saintesses are born with. However, their physical eyes cannot see ahead.”

That’s too bad.

I heard it’s a similar concept to spirituality, but it’s strange to be born blind.

I think the saint here is a shaman who is not very good at anything.

“There was no oracle about a saint or a saintess appearing… so what on earth are you?”

Klein Inspiration asked me.

“Are there any aftereffects after receiving a trust?”

“…A little tired?”

“Originally, you have to be sick and lying down for a long time to be normal. It’s nonsense to receive a trust through one’s own power.”

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Klein suddenly sat up.

“I have to go to the church. I’ll send my disciple to tell him about the race.”

“…yes?”

“I’d like to fix your eyes, but I think it’s better to just leave them alone since I can see traces of God there too.”

Leaving these words behind, Klein left.

“…. Hehe, your personality hasn’t changed at all.”

“Ramon, why do all your friends look like that?”

“You are my friend too.”

The personality, the quirks, and the other things were torn apart.

“My 5 silver…”

Inspired by Gulag and Klein.

The total amount of money that had to be collected increased to 10 silver.

It’s not about money.

You leaked the secret and now you’re leaving without paying the price.

It’s really too much for people in the same industry…

Come to think of it, all of the trauma patients are from the same industry.

***

I ate rice too.

I also had a comfortable rest.

I wonder if I’ve ever had such a comfortable day here.

It would have been much more comfortable if just one person had not been there.

“…Can you stop looking at me?”

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Clear eyes and a warm smile.

There was a monk-like guy next to me, who only had his head shaved.

“Please speak comfortably.”

“Ha… okay.”

This guy’s name was Hans.

So now I’m with two Hans.

“I told you to stop staring?”

“The Master told me to watch everything.”

This guy, who came to me claiming to be a disciple of Klein’s inspiration, is just watching me without saying anything.

It was a gaze that was absolutely not lacking, if anything it was even more than Irene’s.

“And why do you have it?”

Hans held the bottle containing Uncle Hans in his arms with great care.

The saying, ‘like a shrine dedicated to the gods’ is so fitting.

“Ilya’s care does not discriminate.”

“…Okay. Do as you wish.”

It looked quite unbalanced.

He was wearing pure white priest’s robes and holding a bottle of whiskey with an amulet attached to it…

Let’s say that’s the way you look at me.

The biggest problem is this.

Mumble, mumble.

Mumble, mumble.

“under….”

At that moment, a brilliant light burst out from Hans’ hand.

Hwaaaaak –

“There…it’s dazzling…”

“The light of divine magic is not harmful to the eyes. Rather, it has a soothing effect on the eyes.”

Flash –

Flash –

“….”

He kept repeating this, saying that he was trying to cast a purification spell on the bottle of alcohol.

Because of that, my eyes kept getting dazzled.

This fucking ghost doesn’t disappear just by closing your eyes.

No matter how hard I tried to blur my senses, that light continued to penetrate me.

“Chris.”

“why?”

“Can I also receive a trust?

“It’s not a trust, it’s a fortune.”

“All words given by God are oracles.”

“….”

Common sense would allow for a concession to be made that it was a trust, but Hans could not read fortunes.

“You can’t read fortunes.”

“Is there any other reason?”

“You and I work in the same industry.”

“Then the trust will not come down?”

“No, your teacher ran away without paying.”

“….”

“Do you have 5 silver?”

“….”

Mumble, mumble.

Flash.

“Shouldn’t you be giving it to me instead?”

Flash.

It’s clear that this kid is gritting his teeth and ignoring what I’m saying right now.

“Hand it over to Uncle Hans. If you touch that wrong, you’ll be possessed by an evil spirit.”

“…I will take care of it.”

“5 silver?”

Flash.

“hey.”

“….Lord Ilya!!”

Flash.