The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 108

108 – As Lenormand Whispers

Jinseong started talking to Viktor as he sat down in front of him.

“Contemplation, contemplation. This is truly mysterious, but ephemeral. It is between learning and superstition. It is a problem that arises because the appearance of a person cannot be judged by itself, and it is probably because correct judgment is possible only when instinct and reason, not reason, are used together.”

Jinseong continued to speak his mind, carefully separating the capybara meat on the plate. The whole roast capybara floated slightly in the air and was torn apart as if pulled by an invisible hand, and torn into pieces that were easy to eat.

“This is a mystery that no machine can imitate. So it’s no wonder that I foretold the future by looking at your contemplation.”

“Ha, the guy who doesn’t even have blood on his head speaks well.”

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Viktor smiled at Jinseong.

There was a laugh mixed in that look, and there was also the ridicule you feel when you see a cheater.

“She’s not a witch, so her age is exactly what it appears to be. Some Asians look younger than us, so she’s probably older than I feel, but even so, she seems like she’s on the verge of becoming an adult. I’ve tried whether that kind of person is the mystery of human beings or the future. Do you think you will believe me?”

He examined Jinseong’s neck. The part pierced with the saber was clean with no scars left, and the floating sparks around it did not seem to be an ordinary sorcery.

“Yeah. It seems to be doing magic to some extent. That and this are different. Isn’t it?”

hahahaha! Viktor. You already have some faith in me. You say you don’t believe in me, but your subconscious mind believes in me.”

Jinseong laughed.

“If I had no faith, you would have cut my throat and turned this place into a sea of fire. You are not one to accept an invitation to a meal in front of someone you consider to be an impostor.”

“Kuhm.”

“A meal is sacred. For you, a meal is not only about getting acquainted and sharing information. If you’re not worth talking to, and you’re not worth interacting with, you’ll never eat together. Because it’s a rewarding time for childhood, and one of the few times you can realize that you’re alive.”

Viktor secretly frowned at Jinsung as he spoke about his past again. It was a hideous figure, like a beast contemplating whether to attack its prey in front of it, but Jinseong smiled brighter even after seeing it.

“I’ll ask. When was the last time you thought you were alive, other than eating? When did you realize you were alive? During Spatsnaz training, when you really thought you’d be better off dead right now? No. On the day of the graduation ceremony, I put a military bayonet in my mouth. When you put it in and penetrate it and make a scar on your cheek? No.”

“You…”

“Violence isn’t sweet, but it’s more of a pleasure. It’s more of a primal instinct, and it’s something that all living things have. Endorphins rush, your vision narrows, and you forget everything that would normally cause you pain. . And when you regain your sanity after victory, there is a sense of achievement that makes you forget the pain and wounds of the body. This much.”

Jinseong looked directly into Viktor’s eyes and said.

“Where is the thing that makes you feel alive?”

“It’s real.”

“But there is a threshold to all pleasures.Law. Man adapts to pleasure as he adapts to pain. When I was young, beating people was like beating soldiers. Beating up soldiers was killing each other with guns and knives. And guns and knives explode. Explosions into bigger explosions. And in the end, none of the explosions made you feel alive. Viktor, you will always live with destruction. He has adapted to the death of people, he has adapted to the destruction of his surroundings, and he has no qualms about it all.”

He laughed

“Where else could there be a man so well suited to the position of a monarch?”

Viktor saw a smile unbefitting a boy.

“However, a ruler’s temperament cannot be judged by this alone. No matter how cool he is, a small bowl cannot stand on a person’s head. Even a large bowl, if it has cracks in it, you will be like a fool who fell while trying to ascend to heaven. What comes out of that is contemplation.”

Jinseong made exaggerated gestures with both hands. However, a group of lights made of sparks followed each of his movements, adding mystery to his appearance, and the group of lights drew a trajectory and created a picture.

He was a male lion with a rich mane.

“It was said in ancient Greece that one can know the temperament of a person by substituting it for the image of an animal. This is because the image of the heart appears on the face, and that image is directly substituted for fate! This is the Western It is the science of physiognomy, and the method by which fortune-tellers predict the fate of Westerners!”

The lion raised his front paw and pointed at Viktor’s face.

“Your square forehead resembles the shape of a lion, so you must be proud of it. Your hair resembles that of a lion in its prime, so you must be very brave. The ugly scars on your body are the alpha males who have defeated the challengers. Since it is the image of a lion, the frame that makes up the face is like a lion. The shape of the heart is revealed on the face, and it is a young lion full of ambition. How can you say that you are not the one who will reign above?”

“Lion.”

“In addition, the hair is stiff but hard, so it resembles a flame, which means that it burns the surroundings and shines itself. It refers to making gestures by putting in. This also means expanding one’s influence and being in the eyes of everyone, so this also means a king.”

The picture of a lion drawn with sparks in the air was crushed and became a shape of flame. However, the blazing flames dispersed again and became a cluster of stars.

“Look. This is the constellation that protects you, and the cluster of stars that shone brightly when you were born. This is the emperor in astrology. It is known that he was born on the 18th, but considering that he was actually born on the 19th of August, it can be said that he is in the form of a hidden lion. This can also be said to show the disposition of a person who will stand on top.”

“What?”

Viktor’s eyes widened when Jin-sung told him his real birthday.

“How did know?”

“The question of how you knew is meaningless. I’m looking at your divination. If you ask me how I knew, what answer should I give?”

The constellations dispersed again, leaving only one star.

“Look. This is Regulus, the star that speaks of ambition and status.”

＜BR＞ The only remaining star shone brilliantly.

Just like gathering all the floating sparks and burning their lives to shine.

“However, this star also foreshadows blind faith in power and consequent destruction. It also refers to the downfall of a person who has gained honor in the military, and the collapse of a position built through oppression and violence. Isn’t it the perfect star for you?”

Victor looked at Jinseong. His face was shining brightly from the Regulus-shaped fireworks burning brightly in front of him and the light created by the ferris wheel, but the shadows cast on his face by the flames that changed their shapes also changed their shapes, covering and illuminating his face repeatedly.

It resembles the appearance of a clown wearing a mask and deceiving himself, and the shape of an old tree dancing in the moonlight on a dark night. It seemed like

He thought

He pondered with reason and found a way with instinct.

And soon after.

“I don’t think you’re a total cheater.”

Instead of tearing off Jinseong’s neck with his right hand, he picked up the large torn leg and brought it to his mouth.

Then he asked out loud.

“Huh, this is delicious.”

He started eating.

The barbecued capybara cooked over a fire had a crispy skin and was juicy inside. Instead, there was a tingling sensation, but when he felt his throat choke, he took out a vodka he had tucked away in his back pocket and gulped it down.

The taste I felt with every bite was similar to that of pork. In addition to what was in the seasoning, there was a strong taste suitable for the taste of Russians and a slight spicy taste that made the meat continue to pass.

Besides, the salty and spicy seasoning went so well with the vodka.

He snapped off one of his legs in an instant and picked up a shredded piece of meat.

“Hmm?”

The finely chopped pieces of meat tasted bland.

“It tastes similar to the one I ate in Vladivostok.”

No matter how it was cooked, the shredded pieces showed a soft texture. But as if he liked the one he had torn off earlier, he picked up another leg and placed the shredded piece on top of the leg to take a big bite.

“That’s why it’s okay.”

“It’s great that you like it.”

Jin-seong brought a vodka and a glass into the air from afar, as if he liked the way he ate cheerfully. Then he opened the lid, poured vodka into the glass, and put a spark in it.

Fire.

Vodka with sparks burned like a Molotov cocktail.

Seeing that, Viktor smiled as if he liked it.

“He’s someone who knows something.”