The Shaman Wants Transcendence - The Shaman Wants Transcendence chapter 87

87 – Shine Bright

What to do.

How can I survive

The fortuneteller looked at the tooth fairy as it danced in circles and pondered.

She thought and thought, and thought so much that her eyeballs were spinning and a headache came over her.

But no answer came.

There was no possibility of survival, and the crimson Cruroch pattern reflected in the torch laughed evilly, as if the only way was dedicated to me. The fabric fluttered as if in a dance, and the moving fabric became the fins and gestures of Krom Cruach.

As if dancing to the intense rhythm, the patterns of Krom Cruach moved as if they were alive, and as if embracing the madness of a primitive religion, they twisted their bodies here and there, happily changing their bodies to the torches.

Shadows fall, shadows disappear.

It is as if the body is turned to the side and the body is turned in circles.

It felt like a dancer performing a ballet on stage.

The tooth fairy danced as if it were a helper to make the main character shine.

The waist was bent back as much as possible to form an ‘ㄱ’ shape, and the tongs were raised and lowered, moving in worshipful motions. They jumped around and lifted the suckers upwards, and at times showed bizarre gestures by crawling and bouncing on several protruding feet.

Wouldn’t it be like that if humans danced drunk in madness?

While the fortuneteller was pondering, the mysterious atmosphere created by Cercles Mystérieux des Adolescentes, the second song of the Festival of Spring Part 2, Le Sacrifice, was coming to an end. The flute and clarinet line gradually came to an end, and the percussion and wind instruments gave way to maddening wails.

The third song, Glorification de l’Élue (Glorification of the Chosen Maiden), began.

The madness peculiar to primitive religions, the unified collective consciousness of pagans, and the deep, dark emotions that seemed to cry from the soul rather than the throat flowed out without filtering. And as if in sympathy with that feeling, the tooth fairies’ dance also became more grotesque, and they continued to act like they were struggling, not dancing at all.

“Ugh!”

Amidst the terrible cacophony, the fortune teller felt his heart beat rapidly.

My heart, beating so abnormally fast, was pulsating like crazy, literally ready to burst, so badly that I could feel the vibrations in my ears.

Would you believe me if I told you that the vibrations made you sick and you couldn’t even stand upright?

Unlike other religious vibrations that calmly stimulate a person’s soul and mind, this vibration that affects a person’s body and drives the mind crazy based on it is reminiscent of a berserkr spell that turns a person into a blood-mad killer. It was

But the fortune teller couldn’t even fall.

When he tried to fall forward from nausea, he fell backwards as if an invisible hand were pulling him, and when his knees gave way and he was about to fall, he jumped up as if holding a puppet on a thread. When he stumbled, someone held him as if he had help, and when he tried to vomit, he closed his mouth and threw his head back.

It looked like a mad dance like the tooth fairies.

The fortune teller finally accepted his fate.

He himself was already the center of this terrible ritual.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t escape death.Fact.

He had no choice but to accept the fact that he had no choice but to die without becoming a hero.

‘Why.’

Why did this happen?

The fortune teller didn’t ask for much.

He just wanted to be a hero.

He was a child when he realized that he was different from other people.

s*xual identity, another personality that often pops up. And the visions you see before your eyes.

I regarded it all as an ordeal.

I just thought it was an incident to be completed as a hero.

So he she is.

He thought of everything he went through as an ordeal to become a hero, and he just ran relentlessly.

The story of the Gaelic warriors I saw in children’s books.

The story of those who were both heroes and gods.

‘I am.’

I wanted to be a hero.

So I tried to build a good business.

If dedicating one person to the benefit of many is not a good karma, what is a good karma?

Dedicate people to enrich the land.

He sacrificed a person to receive the grace of the sun.

He sacrificed people to give wings to his talent.

In the process, he gained good karma and took one step closer to becoming a hero.

Okay.

I just had to come closer.

The fortune teller never became a hero and now dies.

“Ah.”

I can see the dawn breaking in the distance.

A feeble light surges through the blazing darkness.

Just as sparks burst out and set the leaves on fire, then the trees, and eventually the whole mountain, lighting up the world.

The sun of Krom Cruachy has finally risen and is about to collect the sacrifice.

The price of growing crops and fattening everyone with the heat from my body.

Only, the eyes that wanted to eat the fortune teller as a sacrifice were rising.

The round eyeballs, which slowly emerged using the darkness of the night sky as eyelids, shone brilliantly wherever the light reached, and the fortune teller realized that the time had come.

What a terrible thing to accept my own death.

However, there was a certain calmness at the end that was sure to be reached, giving resignation instead of anger.

Doo-woong!

The sound of the huge timpani rang out.

And with him the light of the sun descended on him, and the light soon became heat and filled the fortuneteller’s body. The heat that made the blood boil and the eyeballs crack open began to circulate violently through the fortune teller’s body and kill him, and the fortune teller began to dance while jumping like a stepmother in heated iron shoes.

Even in a terrible situation where his body was ripening alive and his nerves were going crazy, he didn’t feel any pain, and he jumped up like crazy from his place with the only thought that he had to get rid of the heat inside his body. He bounces on one foot, hops on both feet, stretches his arms up and begs the sun to take some heat. He raised his head up and down, moving and moving with such mad gestures as if he were trying to expel the heat inside him.

And as if responding to it, the tooth fairy frantically circled around him and circled again.

Fluff.

Eventually, when the fortune teller collapsed to the floor, steam puffing over his body, the tooth fairies lifted the corpse upwards with their arms stretched out like bamboo in unison. He held it up to the sky as if rinsing it, and held it out politely as if offering something precious.

And they kill the bodyThe moment I put it on top, the song was over.

Glory of spring.

Grace of the sun.

Manure of abundance.

Mystery of Primitive Religion.

The fortune teller became a living sacrifice with all of that.

With the death of the sacrificial sacrifice and the end of the song, the mad ritual came to an end, and the pattern of Krom Cruach was burned by the sunlight and turned into a handful of ashes. As if burning with firewood, the corpse of the fortune teller was also burned and disappeared along with the crimson Cruroch pattern, and the remaining ashes flew away into the sky as if they were dandelion spores.

That appearance even gave rise to the illusion that there really is an evil being called Krom Cruych, and that the evil being is reaching out and reaping the fortuneteller’s soul. Especially when the ashes disappeared, it turned into black smoke as if riding on it and flew along with it.

From noble mtl dot com

“Om mani padme hum” (ॐ मणि पद्मे हूँ).

Jinseong memorized his advice as if wishing for the rest of the fortuneteller who had died.

Then he went to the altar and saw Ella suffering from the pain that overtook her whole body.

“It’s like a dying flame.”

Contaminated Ella’s condition was serious.

Perhaps it was because she had sucked too much blood, her already white skin had turned into a light reminiscent of a corpse, and the cold sweat soaked the entire altar and made puddles of sweat. In addition, the body continued to convulse in small ways, and it seemed that it would not be strange if shock came at any time.

Jinseong put her hand on Ella’s chest and felt her heartbeat.

The heart was beating, but it was struggling, whether it was because it had sucked in a lot of blood or for some other reason. The heart, which was barely moving by literally squeezing energy out of the body, was overworked, and it seemed like it would cause heart failure at any moment.

Jinseong raised his head and looked up at the sky with his hands still raised.

The sun, which had not yet completely burned out the darkness, squeezed out its power to dye the world with light, and in the midst of the mixture of light and darkness, the searchlight made of the highest quality ruby was emitting its presence.

As if the red light emitted by the sun and the red light emitted by himself were two different things, he squeezed all his strength.

“Sun! Little sun!”

Jinseong took out a dagger made of obsidian from his waist.

Fu-wook!

And he stuck it right into Ella’s chest.