Episode 97
Episode 97: Return (2)
The street scene continued to change.
Every time that happens, the lantern in the professor’s hand shakes a little.
The direction pointed by the jojok light has changed.
There was clearly a straight road just a moment ago, but it sometimes curves with the lights and intersections that were not there before appear.
And each time you change direction, you enter a deeper world.
We walked only by the light.
There is not much of the real Geumchon Market left.
The ground was a damp dirt road rather than a paved road, and instead of buildings, there were silver trees with purple leaves.
Occasionally, streetlights and signs could be seen standing in odd locations. This is proof that we have not completely escaped reality yet.
At that time, the professor suddenly said that people with special talents can spy on the residents on this road or on the way back without using any auxiliary tools such as hand lights.
“Stories of people who are said to have inspiration… … Is it?”
“That’s right. Do you know how people with such characteristics differ from magic users?”
It has nothing to do with magic. Of course, a skilled wizard can recreate a similar effect, but it’s not exactly the same.
[Inspiration] or [Excited] characteristics are required. Jang Hyeon-deok’s [Living Altar] characteristic is also a characteristic of the same genealogy as these.
But how do I explain this?
“It’s hard to explain. Wizards can also see ghosts via magic. If you learn the magic of the necromantic system, you can do a lot more. However, other talents are needed to access the return path or use the techniques of Eastern traditions.”
“I have seen many people with special powers over the years. “It has increased explosively since 20 years ago, but did you know that there were people with such abilities even 20 years ago, just not revealed?”
“Twenty years ago, there were witches and there were psychics. “There are grimoires written 100 or 1,000 years ago, let alone 20 years ago.”
“okay. but… … “Magic has a bit of a strange side.”
“yes? “Is it strange?”
“To be exact, a wizard… … So especially wizards, people like you. “The power a wizard uses is somehow different from that of others.”
“What do you mean different?”
“I think it would be good to say that the world view is different. Unlike other forces that have a consistent lineage or tradition, wizards appear to have a strangely contrived structure. In magic, it claims its own lineage and tradition, but? What do you think? Who did you learn magic from? “Can you tell me what he said about magic?”
“… … .”
I’ve never really learned any magic. No one taught me.
“It may be rude, but when I look into the components and contents of magic, I often get the feeling that it is the setting of a modern game or novel rather than a traditional ritual or technique.”
What on earth is this story? The game’s setting is correct.
I can also sympathize with the aspect of having a different world view.
In the first place, in [Cthulhu Mythos], which is the source material for this game, magic in the form of fireballs or magic bullets does not appear.
Although there are some magics that are related to the [Cthulhu Mythos], most of the magic that I can use is more suited to a typical epic fantasy game than to the [Cthulhu Mythos].
In the meantime, I thought it was just a game permission and passed on it… … Why does the game’s NPC, the professor, ask this question?
Could it be that I have more knowledge than what I know through games?
“I can’t tell you the story of the person who taught me magic, but I’ve had similar thoughts. “Is it possible to know more about this story?”
When I agreed with his words, the professor responded with a brighter voice.
“Is that so, after all? Actually, there was something I wanted to research more about, but it was difficult because the wizards didn’t cooperate very well. If you are more interested, I would like you to come to our school after this incident. “We can do research together.”
… … Does this mean I should go to graduate school?
The professor continued to talk about magic energetically, but there wasn’t much that was meaningful to me right away. Moreover, the professor’s questions started to become really burdensome.
“Oh, wait a minute. “It looks like we’re almost at Cheongeumdang.”
“Gee, I guess I’ll have to be more careful now.”
The professor closed his mouth, feeling so regretful that it was burdensome. Will the barrage of questions start again on the way back?
When I turned my gaze and looked straight ahead, I began to see the appearance of Cheongeumdang.
From here on you have to be really careful.
A majestic, huge Hanok building spread out over a low hill with purple-leafed trees and all kinds of seasonal flowers blooming.
I wondered if the term ‘tiled house like a whale’ was created for buildings like that.
Cheongeumdang is not a single building.
A wall stretched wide to surround a hill.
Dozens of buildings tied to that fence.
There are pavilions rising toward the sky and ornately carved ghost-faced statues everywhere you can see.
All of that is heavenly gold.
Shield kites tangled in thick ropes can be seen flying here and there in the sky of Cheongeumdang. Hundreds of will-o’-the-wisps roaming the heavenly sky like fish swimming in the deep sea.
The professor who saw the scene whispered quietly.
“Isn’t it an amazing sight? I don’t come here often, but I am amazed every time I see it. “It’s a scenery that makes you forget reality.”
“yes. okay.”
It deserves to be beautiful.
This is a corner of the underworld and at the same time a den of goblins.
Although humans with physical bodies had to keep their mouths shut, the atmosphere around Cheongeumdang was very lively.
This is because the procession of the dead moves towards the main gate of Cheongeumdang.
Made up of strange beings that I kept seeing on the way here… … It is truly a sight that can be called a night tour of one hundred ghosts.
They had now forgotten the idea of imitating humans and each created strange music and loud noises.
We walked together along the procession, but at some point a problem arose.
The ghosts did not proceed further but stopped midway.
The professor, who was looking at the scenery with a smile at first, also spoke, wondering if he had sensed something unusual.
“It wasn’t like this before… … “What’s wrong?”
At the professor’s words, I remained silent for a moment, extended my magic power, and checked the front of the procession.
“Professor, the door to Heaven’s Golden Temple is closing.”
“what?”
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“Look over there.”
“Huh… … .”
At the entrance to Cheongeumdang, traditional evil-fighting features such as giant jangseungs, sotdae, and stone pagodas are placed.
And the imposing front gate placed in the center of the high wall.
The door is closing.
– Shhh! Back off!
– Shhh! Back off!
A harsh shout coming from somewhere.
I can’t see anyone closing the door, but for some reason the door is closing slowly.
The ghosts in the lead were forcing themselves through the door before it closed, so it wasn’t completely closed yet, but it wasn’t long before it closed.
What situation is this?
‘If you jump in after casting a few spells… … .’
If I were alone, I could get in somehow.
But now I have a companion who is not comfortable with movement.
It would not be possible to safely push the professor in.
Moreover, considering the cursed objects in his hands and back, hasty movements are prohibited.
– what! Please let me in too!
– Move! Move! I’m going in!
Ghosts clamoring to get in between the closed doors.
– Shhh! Back off!
– Shhh! Back off!
– Ugh!
Ku—ung.
Eventually, the front door closed.
The scream heard at the last moment was either a ghost or a ghost caught between the doors.
The guy was so crushed that his body was split in two.
A large-mouthed monster attached to the front door can be seen devouring the lower body that has been cut off.
The main gate, made of heavy paulownia wood, has a powerful ghost-faced image embossed on it.
It is not just a decoration put on to look pretty. The ghost face itself constitutes a powerful magical technique. It is a barrier that blocks external enemies and blocks unauthorized people.
“Professor, it’s difficult for even me to break through that.”
“hmm… … For now, let’s wait and see what happens.”
– Open the door!
– Let me in too! Please quickly remove the curse on me!
-Why are you suddenly closing the door?
– what’s the problem! Tell Captain Cheongeum to come out!
The ghosts and monsters gathered in front of the main gate are screaming.
You saw a similar scene at Cheongho’s house, right? That’s exactly what it looks like.
Crowds pouring in, shouting to open the door.
However, the door to Cheongeumdang is still closed, and the procession of the White Ghosts stagnates and piles up, turning into a mass of people.
“It’s difficult. “What is this happening all of a sudden?”
“Professor, has this ever happened before?”
“No, this has never happened before. “It is a difficult place only for living people, but it is always open to those who are like ghosts.”
“okay.”
It was just a question to maintain the setting of a troubleshooter who was new to Cheongeumdang.
Anyway, what is this situation?
Only when the commotion of the surging ghosts reached its limit did someone appear to explain the situation.
-Sigh, back off!
-Sigh, back off!
No, the expression “appeared” is not appropriate.
Because they had been standing next to the front door from the beginning.
– There is someone hiding among you who will harm Cheongeumdang and King Mangeum!
The large Jangseung standing to the right of the main gate of Cheongeumdang opened his mouth.
Below the Jangseung’s head, the famous writing ‘天下大將軍’ (Great General of the World) is engraved.
– No one will be allowed in until we find the person who will hit him and kick him out!
This time, it is the voice shouted by the jangseung that reads ‘地下女將軍’ (Jihae General).
The sight of a gigantic Jangseung with a formidable appearance screaming at the top of its voice was a more powerful sight than expected.
– Move!
-Open the door!
– Geez!!
But words don’t make sense.
Despite the threats of the jangseungs, the ghosts screamed and went crazy.
It might have been better if we had come out earlier, but the ghosts who had started getting hit, stepped on, and tangled together were no longer in a normal state.
“Professor, please step back first.”
“I guess so. “If you’re clumsy in front of them, you might get caught up in it.”
It’s been a while since I saw something amazing.
I, too, did not have many opportunities to watch the jangseungs of Cheongeumdang come out and fight.
– If you don’t back down, you’ll be in trouble!
– If you guys really want to compete with us, we won’t tolerate it!
Googgggggggggggg!!!
The surrounding dirt, sand, rocks and stones fly up.
They then cling to the wooden pole of the jangseung, forming their body.
Now the two jangseungs began to raise their huge bodies to match their grim faces.
– Get out now! You shameless ghosts!
– You idiots! No one is accepting any more today!
Quaaaaa!
Quang!
As a pair of monsters that could be as tall as 8 meters begin to run wild, it feels like I am watching Taishan move.
Every time the two jangseungs swing their arms, the ghosts explode, and every time they stamp their feet, an earthquake occurs.
– Gyaaaaa!!
– die! die!!
Still, the ghosts do not go away. Now they just let out meaningless shouts and rush towards the two large men threatening them right in front of them.
I pulled the professor’s wheelchair and tried to escape backwards, but the professor made an absurd noise.
“Wizard, could you possibly stop that fight?”
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