I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 94



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#94 Human Shaman (2)

As I chased after the knights and soldiers, I soon found myself in the forest.

From here on out, there’s no need to follow them.

“Why do you stop?”

“Those people are going somewhere else.”

“hmm?”

It was a long time since I saw a soul.

The soul of the orc.

Those who are obsessed with this world and the monsters they are talking about.

One of them was looking at me.

“Where are you going…”

There are a total of four orc souls here.

It seemed that it wasn’t just the living orcs that were heading somewhere.

“Please be quiet for a moment.”

The group remained silent at my request.

And then the orc whose eyes met mine slid toward me.

“Why does your child look so pale?”

It’s not that his appearance was dim, he was just tired.

It wouldn’t be easy to get tired in a state of soul… .

– ….

“Right, I see.”

– ….?

The orc spirit looked at me with a strange expression for a moment, then opened its eyes wide.

The guy’s fingertips were pointed towards my waist.

Doesn’t even his expression look happy?

“Do you know this?”

Nod.

“How do you know?”

An orc explaining something using gestures.

The shape looked exactly like a gully hanging from a cliff.

“Gulag?”

Nod.

The orc’s hand moved in the air.

It seemed like he was telling me to follow him.

“Everyone, let’s go.”

As the forest deepened, the atmosphere became more gloomy.

This may only apply to me, though.

There are cases like this.

A place where fierce battles were fought, or where many lives were lost in comparison.

It makes sense, since it was called a border.

“Hey, Orc.”

– ….?

“Did you die from being hit by lightning magic?”

Nod –

The coal mine vibrated.

Probably not even a few months since he died.

When I see a smell this vivid.

“I know that feeling well.”

– …..?

“There is something like that.”

I don’t know if I’m dead or alive, but I’ve experienced it too.

Who has ever been struck by lightning?

Of course, unlike that guy, I’m a real lightning bolt.

“Where are you guys going now?”

The orc’s hand pointed to the bell and then lifted it towards the Harp Kingdom.

As expected, their destination seemed to be that place too.

“What’s over there?”

The orc, who had been thinking deeply about something, moved his hand.

As I shake the bell.

This time, I didn’t understand.

How does he know this?

I’m probably the only one here shaking the bell like that.

– …..

“Gulag?”

Nod –

From the beginning, every question has had a question at the end.

What on earth are you doing that is eliciting this kind of reaction?

The orc seemed to notice my expression and tried to explain.

but.

“What are you saying?”

– ….

An orc beating his chest as if he was frustrated.

It was an absurd thing.

Monsters are annoying people.

I frowned, and the guy flinched as he looked at the bell.

“Do you know that you can get hit with this?”

Nod –

“How do you know?”

As I waited for an answer, my face distorted at the expected answer.

“Is it correct to say Gulag?”

– ….

“Ah, let’s stop talking. You’ll know when you go.”

If you follow it, won’t something come out?

Inspiration Clocel followed me and the orc’s conversation.

“That thing called the spirit eye.”

“yes.”

“Is there no way to open it?”

This is one of the most frequently asked questions I get when I see ghosts.

The question, ‘Isn’t there a way for me to see it too?’

Anyone who is curious is curious.

To be honest… .

“There are. There are a lot of ways to open the spirit eye.”

In that moment, everyone’s eyes were focused on me.

Even the dwarf Dzant.

“Tell me quickly!”

There are more negative things to having a ghost, so why do people care so much about it?

“First, it’s innate.”

In fact, this is the most reliable method.

Because if you do it the wrong way, there are many side effects.

“Second, stare intently at the candle. At this time, you should look around the candle from the corner of your eyes.”

“Is that all that’s possible?”

“It’s possible, but I haven’t met anyone yet.”

Mr. Clocell quickly becomes disappointed.

“Third, you die and then come back to life. Or you go to the brink of death and then come back to life.”

This time, there was a response from Inspiration Paramon.

“I have had that experience countless times already.”

“You can’t achieve this without talent.”

Once again, Inspiration Clocell is disappointed, but what can we do? This is the truth.

There are many other methods besides this.

Some people say that they can pray on the day of the New Year’s Day, and some people get similar results while meditating.

But this method is impossible here.

What if all the divine power disappeared?

“Honestly, I recommend not doing it.”

“Why is that so?”

“If you awaken through training, you may wake up with fake eyes instead of the eyes of your soul.”

Fake eyes that only have side effects.

Opening the spiritual eye means that the path to communication with spirits has opened.

These are the side effects I’m talking about.

That communication is a one-way street, only between the souls.

All kinds of evil thoughts and malice are coming at me, but I can neither stop them nor fight them back.

Then people will go crazy.

“Just give up cleanly.”

“What a pity. It’s almost like you have the qualities of a spirit master.”

“That’s what it is.”

“According to what you said, the spirit eye seems to be the eye of the soul.”

It’s a bit more of a conceptual concept, but I think it’s roughly correct if you explain it that way.

“What do you do when you focus on the spirit?”

I don’t have to do anything because my eyes are open and closed, but there was a way to focus more.

“Just close your eyes and erase your five senses. It’s a similar but new sensation.”

“Oh, I’ll take note of that.”

“Aww!”

“Don’t worry about it, Luna doesn’t have to.”

After following the soul for a while, I came across a strange path.

A road that seems like it’s been paved but isn’t.

I think it’s a path that was created naturally as the orcs moved.

The inspirations also seemed to agree.

“It looks like there were more than one orc who crossed the border.”

Inspiration Paramon stroked his beard as if he found it strange.

“There have been reports of orcs being spotted not only here but also on the other side of the border.”

When I listened to the story of the souls, it seemed like they were all going to the Harp Kingdom.

The orcs are moving all at once.

“If we go further, won’t there be problems?”

It’s not intentional, but it’s a case of secretly crossing the border.

It had the potential to be a problem.

But the inspirations just laughed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

It’s true that it feels awkward to say that.

“Anyway, the guys who are coming to catch us are our juniors.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let’s keep going.”

In the first place, they are the ones who control the people in charge… .

The more I walked, the more gloomy the surrounding atmosphere became.

Soon, a soul starts jumping around, pointing in one direction.

There was a herd of orcs gathered there.

“Can I just cover it?”

“If necessary, I will subdue them all.”

“No, we need to talk…”

Inspiration Paramon raised his sword.

“The best means of communication with monsters is force.”

“Let’s do it peacefully. I’ll try.”

Three orcs walking around.

Could it be that you know Gulag?

There are many things to ask about.

Ouch.

“…Huh?”

“What’s going on?”

There is a reason why I suddenly stopped.

“Why didn’t those who were supposed to die die?”

I thought it would be normal if two out of the three guys died.

The time when he should have died was not that long ago.

“I should have been stabbed to death originally…”

At that moment, the words of Gulag that I had heard a long time ago flashed through my mind.

Did you say you serve the spirits of your great ancestors?

I have seen cases like that before.

People who overcame great crises with the help of their ancestral gods.

Swish –

– …..

The orc spirit was nodding at them.

“I’ve seen all sorts of things in life.”

What kind of monster takes care of its descendants?

I don’t know how they did it, but it wasn’t a good thing.

A soul that has neither karma nor sufficient spiritual energy as a ghost.

It was a soul that was woefully inadequate to straighten out a twisted fate.

“So that’s why you were tired.”

Nod.

“Are you exhausted from all this? Are you hungry? Is there anyone who will prepare you food?”

There is something called Chilseongjul.

Ancestral gods help their descendants, and descendants offer sacrifices.

That’s how you eat ancestral rite food and fill your hunger.

But there is no way that an orc can receive the offering.

That you have to keep being so tired.

He shook his head as if to say that it was not the spirit of an orc.

And once again the fingers stretch out.

It was in the direction of the Harp Kingdom.

“Is this a gulag too?”

Nod.

“What the hell is this kid doing there?”

And at that moment.

I made eye contact with an orc.

“Chew, chwiik!”

Take a look at me once.

“Tsuiyik!”

Look at the drops once.

The orcs, who had stopped for a moment, began to run away in a hurry.

“He’s a human shaman!”

“Cheek! Chris!”

“Run away!”

***

Aluard scanned the street with a blank expression.

“Chris…?”

I quickly turned my head and looked around, but… .

There was no one.

“Luna…?”