The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 102

102 – Independence Is Coming

The road was dark and damp.

The air here should be cold and dry, but it was humid, as if you had stepped into a room where sugar was boiling, as if someone was breathing next to you.

If a corpse breathes and spit it out, would it feel like this?

It didn’t smell like anything, but the cold, damp air that clung to their skin was enough to terrify the sisters.

“Oh, long rain. It’s a little scary here, isn’t it?”

“That, that, uh? There’s a ghost, uh? There’s a ghost…?!”

Lee Ah-rin, as if she was frightened, sneaked up next to Jin-seong, and Lee Se-rin tried to leave as if she wasn’t scared, but she quickly shrank her body as if she had heard something from her demon, and just like Lee Ah-rin, she clung to Jin-seong’s side.

“Om (ॐ).”

As Jinseong snapped his fingers and recited his words, the vibrations from inside him spread out and shook the dark space once. Then, the space filled with moisture suddenly turned into ordinary air, and the shady and shady feeling that seemed to shake people’s minds suddenly disappeared and only the cozy darkness took place.

As if Jin-seong had become better, he led the two of them to the door.

When the air changed, the sisters walked without difficulty as if relieved, but she did not try to move away from Jinseong, perhaps because of the fear she felt earlier.

“Arrived, arrived…”

After passing through such a dark aisle and bathing in sunlight, her sister sighed in relief.

But her reassurance was short-lived.

Seeing the graffiti letters on the front door, the two’s complexions changed.

“There are ghosts here. 』

『Ghost Amusement Park』

『The camp ghost haunts! 』

『You cowardly gay bastards, where are the ghosts? There’s a f*ck

Warning signs written in Russian.

And as if it wasn’t just graffiti, empty holy water bottles and what appeared to be disposable castings were strewn about like garbage on the floor. In addition, all the things scattered around were in poor condition, the amulet with Chinese characters written on it looked like it had been burned, and Nazar Boncuğu, as if it had been rotten, had turned black and had cracks.

Those that looked like dolls had torn limbs, and a foul smell emanated from a place presumed to have been sprinkled with holy water.

“Don’t worry. They can’t do us any harm.”

“Yes yes?”

“Old rain… What now…?”

At Jinseong’s words, which seemed insignificant, the two’s complexions turned pale.

Thump-thump-thump!

However, Jin-seong, as if it didn’t matter whether the two were scared or not, stepped forward, lifted her chain, and slammed the door loudly three times.

Thump-thump-thump!

He picked up her locks, tapped the bar once more, paused, and pulled out a strand of her own hair.

The plucked hair twisted back and forth as if it were alive, easily loosening the lock. But strangely, even though the lock was unlocked, the chain did not think to be released, and rather stuck to the door as if it were one body.

Seeing this, Jin-seong smiled.

“They’re playing around with little things. Wait for a while on the wall over there.”

Ki-Ik-

He used the axle paper to head for the truck.

As soon as he moved to the truck, he took out two plastic bottles from under the seat.

In a transparent plastic bottle, salt water with a salt concentration similar to that of blood.

YellowIn the PET bottle, there was oil made by mixing lubricating oil, gasoline, and heavy fuel oil.

He opened a plastic bottle, put salt water in his mouth, and squirted vigorously at the engine. After repeating this action several times, he took some of his salt water in his mouth and spat it on himself. Then he opened a plastic bottle of oil and poured it over the truck’s wheels.

The poured oil flowed along the grooves of the wheels and soaked into the tires like the ground sucking up water and disappeared. Seeing that, Jin-seong nodded his head a couple of times, stroked the engine part of the truck a few times, and hit his driver’s door lightly with his fist.

Cooong!

Then, as if responding to it, the sound of the engine roared from the car.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve done this.’

Jinseong gently stroked his steering wheel as if feeling new.

‘A spell to summon the Machine Soul.’

It was a spell that he used every time he went out on a mission to prevent vehicles from spreading while he was a mercenary, and it was also a spell that was mainly used by the ‘Steel Vigilante’, a criminal group that robbed three generations during World War III.

Rurrureung!

As Jinseong continued to caress the steering wheel, feeling moved, the vehicle started randomly and the engine sounded. It was like an impatient horse urging me to do something instead of leaving quickly.

Jinseong laughed at the urging of the truck and grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.

Boaaang!

The truck’s engine roared like a sports car, and the wheels spun like crazy.

As if it were a racing car, the truck accelerated in an instant and moved along the dark road.

Quadduk!

Quadd Deuk!

The vines and twigs blocking the truck were blown in all directions, breaking to pieces by the massive mass. The truck, which had moved so fast, arrived at the front door in an instant.

Boaaang!

As soon as the front door was visible, Jinseong gave strength to the accelerator once again, and the truck responded to Jinseong with a roar and accelerated further.

Fast.

Faster!

The needle on the instrument panel ran amok, and the truck also ran amok, leaping over the chin and flying through the sky.

Wow!

The truck flew like that and smashed the front door intact.

He didn’t push the front door, but smashed the tightly bound iron bars and blew them far away.

Empty!

Whoa!

The iron spear flew high into the sky and made a roar as it fell to the ground, then trembled as if in pain and then stopped moving.

Quadduk!

Jin-seong turned his steering wheel roughly, trampled the flying bars with a truck, and stopped the car.

“You may come in now.”

* * *

[The things in this amusement park are also toxic, but your brother is even more toxic than that. ]

The devil stuck out his tongue while seeing Jinseong.

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At the end of his gaze was Jinseong, who was making an altar by floating objects in the air.

“No, don’t say anything scary…”

『If you can’t see it and it’s scary, can’t you see it? Use your abilities 』

“That, that. It’s not scary to see, but… Jing, it looks disgusting…”

『It is true. 』 ＜Br＞

When this Serene made a remark that seemed to suggest that the demon was her ghost, she glanced away as if bruised. Then she suddenly shuddered, as if frightened, and she leaned slightly towards the demon.

[ Contractor, my contractor who is unnecessarily afraid of the horror genre. From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to want to check it himself, so he’s telling me. You don’t have to be afraid of ghosts. You don’t have to worry about anything, since your brother is using his hand to stay out of this area. ]

“Uh, anyway, I mean there is…?”

[It can’t be helped. ]

The devil licked his lips as he watched the countless souls reflected in his eyes.

Numerous evil spirits clad in clumsy rags.

It was pitiful to see him move around with a skinny body and a body covered in mats, repeating labor empty-handed. Besides, his strength was as weak as his skinny body, and I wondered if I could get rid of it with just a little bit of exaggeration and just sprinkled with sun-dried salt.

However, no matter how weak it is, an evil spirit is an evil spirit.

It is said that each one is weak, but when they gather as a group, the story changes.

Under the control of an evil spirit that appeared to be a guard, they seemed to be moving in perfect order, and if they formed a group, they would become a nuisance.

That is, if they form a group.

『Hit this lump of iron』

” Woah “

『Comrade Chief Secretary will not forgive you if you touch us』

『This reactionary bastard』

『If you put this away right away, I will treat you as self-criticism. 』

The evil spirits that appeared to be guards were being crushed by the truck by Jinseong and were screaming.

The hard chains that prevented the group from entering became restraints that oppressed them, and the hard iron bars that separated their territory became bars that confined them and pressed them to the ground.

In addition, the traces of oil and salt water flowing from the trucks pressing down on the bars were giving constant pain to the guards who were crushed.

And every time the jailer made a sound, evil spirits came in one by one, and they were caught in the barrier that Jinseong had set up and hardened.

It was similar to a swarm of insects flocking to the bait getting caught in the sticky string.

If there is an insect trap that catches evil spirits, wouldn’t it look like this?

Okay.

Jinseong was now catching evil spirits with evil spirits as bait.

And that too in a very sophisticated form.

[ Hmm. It’s not something I’ve done once or twice. It’s not something you can learn or do…]

The devil showed curiosity by tilting his head at the sophistication of Jinseong, which was inappropriate for his age and experience. That curiosity was so intense that he even contemplated whether to use this serine to convey a question to Jinseong.

However, even that curiosity was not enough to overcome the reluctance Jinseong felt.

Gremory just gave up his curiosity.

Instead, he showed interest in the magic that Jinseong would perform.

[I know roughly what to do with that altar, but I don’t know why they catch those demons. ]