The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 131

131 – Building a Nest

Weird atmosphere.

Silence maintained.

The monster in golden armor just stared at Kim Jong-soo.

Why?

I heard that you were trying to seduce people with earlier words.

While giving off a mysterious atmosphere.

Why are you just watching?

Kim Jong-su drew his sword and did not let go of his tension.

However, instead of focusing on the golden armor in front of his eyes, he spread his senses in all directions and prepared for the magic that could come from anywhere at any time. However, the shaman was just wasting his time, wondering if he was aiming to waste his energy in vain, or if he had no intention of doing any harm.

After a certain amount of time passed, a helicopter appeared with a screaming sound.

The helicopter roared and approached the well, and when it was deemed close enough, the helicopter’s door burst open, and a man grabbed the loose rope and came down to the ground.

The huge bear-like man was wearing shorts and a simple T-shirt. However, heat was emanating from his body, and with every step he took, his unknown sense of intimidation spread in all directions.

‘Mawoong Seong Min-hyeok.’

He is a soldier belonging to the Hogukhoe, and is a talented person who played an active part in the Somali anti-piracy operation.

Baktu and jujutsu are his specialties, and he was a warrior who specialized in overpowering and killing opponents using his unique strength.

Just like Swordsman Kim Jong-soo, whose nickname in the Vietnam War became a nickname, he was also nicknamed because of his performance in the anti-piracy operation, and it became a nickname.

He was called the Evil Bear or Devil Bear because his appearance of striking people with his bare hands and crushing bones by hugging them was similar to that of a bear. Has changed

“Brother, are you that guy?”

“Okay.”

Seong Min-hyeok approached Kim Jong-soo with great strides and asked.

“Isn’t that the bastard who killed the loan shark last time?”

“Yes. It’s clear. I checked the serial number on my bill.”

Seong Min-hyeok smiled at Kim Jong-soo’s assurances, then raised his spirit and strode towards him. Seeing that appearance, Kim Jong-soo looked at him with a gaze that meant ‘this bastard is starting again’, and without even thinking about stopping him, kept his mouth shut and watched him quietly.

Jinseong also clearly saw Minhyuk Sung approaching him with a flag wrapped around his body, but he didn’t do anything. He didn’t run away by moving his spider legs, he didn’t get out of the well, or at least he didn’t even turn his head.

Continue.

I kept looking at him.

It is said that he is blind to what is approaching him.

Like a sick worm.

hehehe. Hey, Shaman.”

Seong Min-hyeok finally approached Jin-seong.

He said with a wild laugh.

“What are you doing?”

In response to that question, the monster changed the human form he was barely maintaining.

It turned into a face that looked like a mixture of a bug and a human.

However, that person’s face was not originally Jinseong’s face, but Seong Min-hyeok’s face facing him.

“Your question is wrong.”

“What?”

“Ask the right questions. hehehe.”

Sung Min-hyuk himselfHe frowned as if he was angry at the mocking tone.

However, Kim Jong-soo, who was behind him, put on a serious expression as if he was caught in something, and as if he realized something soon, he ran to Seong Min-hyeok and grabbed his shoulder.

Then, as if not to say anything, he hurriedly winked and stood in the place where Sung Min-hyeok was.

When Sung Min-hyeok looked at him with an expression asking what he was doing, Kim Jong-soo moved his mouth and spoke silently.

Main.

Alcohol.

“Wait, alcohol?”

However, Seong Min-hyeok did not notice and read the words Kim Jong-soo sent.

Then Jinseong looked at him as if he had waited and changed the shape of the mask.

The appearance was very grotesque, as if the monster was too happy to know what to do.

“Finally, you asked the right question. Yes, this is magic. However, it is not in the correct form, but inverted. No matter how much you wrestle with your brain, the solution will not come out. So do not resist my magic and follow it. Then You will get great benefits.”

Kim Jong-soo asked after thinking about something quietly at the words of the shaman.

“What about the rules?”

“The rules are simple. All you have to remember is this: the right question, the right answer.”

Right question.

Correct answer.

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At those words, Kim Jong-soo was troubled.

Then he drew his sword again, blew qi, and spread qi to find the sorcerer.

However, no matter how much I looked, there was nothing that caught my spirit.

It is his ability to detect even a single mouse, but he could not find the main body of the shaman.

Can not find it.

With my own ability, I can’t find it.

Kim Jong-soo acknowledged his lack of ability.

“The law is both strict and loose.”

He opened his eyes and muttered.

“For example, crimes with ‘special’ added in front. Special robbery, special theft, special assault… Crimes committed with a weapon. Ji…”

If you carry a weapon, you will receive a special punishment and a heavier punishment.

No wonder.

But here a question arises.

What is the scope of the weapon?

What is a weapon and what is not a weapon?

Those who made the law struggled over and over again about the scope of this ‘weapon’.

Thus, the standard that was set was ‘ordinary person who has not learned any ability’.

If it is something that would injure an ordinary person, it is a weapon.

Any ability capable of harming an ordinary person is a weapon.

Any technique that can harm ordinary people is a weapon.

In other words.

It meant that a person with abilities was no different from having a weapon in itself, and that if he committed a violent incident, he would inevitably receive a stronger punishment.

And what Kim Jong-soo did was an action based on this interpretation.

It was an action because there was a criminal in front of him, and he was using his abilities enough to legally belong to a ‘weapon’, so it was okay to attack in self-defense. Of course, it seemed infinitely excessive in terms of self-defense, but it was no problem because it could be circumvented by using social status and powerful financial power.

As it were…

For Kim Jong-soo, ‘a person with the ability to commit a crime’ is a prey that can be legally killed, and a heaven-sent opportunity that can legally be stained with blood on the sword.

But….

“By the way… If I destroy this entire village to catch one of you, is that also part of self-defense?”

The murmur frightened the officer who was watching from afar.

He said, ‘No! Absolutely not!’ And, perhaps feeling that just shouting wasn’t enough, they contacted the unit via radio and even advertised that the village might be destroyed.

“A question?”

“No.”

Kim Jong-su slammed the sword he was holding onto the floor to raise his spirits.

Then, colorless and transparent energy wrapped around the well like soap bubbles.

Then, after staring at the sorcerer, he turned around and tapped Sung Min-hyeok on the shoulder, who was standing blankly behind him.

“I’m going.”

“Yes? Bro, I heard you’re a murder suspect?”

“I’m lost. You’ll catch it yourself.”

He was able to know Kim Jong-soo through the many experiences he had while living for a long time.

That getting entangled with that is not a good thing.

Even if you try to catch it, it slips away like a fox that tricks you into reverse.

If it is seen, it disappears like a mirage, and it re-forms as if mocking.

When I talked, I felt like I was having a conversation with a snake, and while I was talking, I ended up sitting at the game board that the other side had made.

Okay.

That is to say, it was a human like a swamp.

A swamp that swallows you into your mouth in an instant if you step out without knowing it.

“It’s not a good thing to get involved with something like that when you’re all old. You young do it yourself.”

“No bro. If you say that…”

“Uh huh! When you’re young, you go through a lot of experiences and that’s it. Try to hold onto it well.”

When Kim Jong-soo was dispatched to Vietnam, he wandered countless times through the thick jungle where he didn’t know what was going on.

Every time I took a step, a snake rose from below, and what I thought was a vine from above was also a snake hanging down from above. A dung-covered spear popped out of the ground covered with leaves, and there were times when the Viet Cong, who had come out of nowhere, grabbed a knife and ripped off all the heads of his colleagues while he was sleeping, thinking it was a safe place.

Jungle.

A place like the hometown of the Viet Cong, and a game board that runs entirely according to the rules set by the Viet Cong.

If you fall into a conventional trap set up by the Viet Cong at will, you will be stabbed by a spear with dung on it, and you will die after suffering from pain. They were cursed or their bodies burned.

One way to avoid getting lost in such an unreasonable game.

Not participating in the game at all.

Just as they sprayed drugs on the jungle, set fire to the jungle, and poured biochemical weapons into the jungle in Vietnam, you have to overturn the game board they made to avoid being hit by it.

“I’ll buy you a lot of alcohol later, so you’ll be responsible for this. Oh, I don’t think you can handle it alone, so I’ll call someone else.”

Kim Jong-soo looked at Seong Min-hyeok with a look of trust.

Trust.

The belief that since you have an unmatched body that is overly strong, you will never be fooled by nonsense.

Even though he has a stupid head, he believes that there will be no problem because he has physical abilities that far exceed it.

The belief that he will safely catch that murder suspect by joining forces with other talented people who will come soon.

And,Even if I missed it now, I believed that I would catch that sorcerer with the tenacity to track down and catch the one I hit once.

“Big. Then I’ll go. If there’s a problem, call me.”

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“Oh, that brother is hitting me again.”