13 – Bug’s Boon
Strange encounter.
That’s how the man regarded the encounter with the shaman in the back alley.
“I heard that there are so many eccentrics in the tribe of sorcerers.”
People who cannot be judged by common sense.
Because of that, the appearance and outfit of the monster he encountered in the back alley.
And the luck that came to you suddenly.
I understood all of that with one thought, ‘because shamans are genie’.
That’s why the power of the magic that was bestowed upon him.
Perhaps he was able to properly feel the ability of the monster’s ‘great sorcery’.
“Oh, oh oh! Oh oh oh!”
First of all, his breakfast has changed.
On a fictitious day, he drank alcohol, suffered from his brother and Oya, and suffered from debtors, and his life was always accompanied by excessive stress and an enlarged liver. The liver, which was saturated with alcohol and grease, did not relieve the man’s fatigue, and he struggled with barely maintaining his condition, and excessive stress aggravated the man’s fatigue.
Insomnia.
Hair loss.
Chronic fatigue.
Muscle pain.
Besides, I didn’t even stand up in the morning.
It is said that there is a phenomenon that when you are tired, you get an erection, but the man was in a state of sullenness at all, whether it was to that extent or it was because his body was too tired.
It got worse, and now, after coming home from work, there were times when I couldn’t stand up properly even if I was watching porn, so I felt a sense of crisis.
“Stand, stand! Stand!”
The point when I was seriously thinking about going to a urologist.
Stood
“f*ck, thank you! Sorcerer, thank you very much!”
You might ask, why are you making such a fuss at this level?
But that’s what I’m saying because I don’t know.
Male.
And for the men who live in Gao and die in Gao, whether or not they stand is really a matter of life and death.
‘A bastard who doesn’t stand still gets ignored no matter how strong his fist is!’
A world of fists dominated by thugs and thugs.
There, the eunuch can never be treated well.
My hair is falling out, I just have to shave it off coolly, and my stomach is bulging. It’s either skinny or thick, you just need to go to the gym.
But not standing is a matter of identity.
Is there any reason for a guy who doesn’t even stand up for words to wear it?
“Long live the sorcerer!”
So the man sincerely thanked the shaman.
The fatigue is gone and the dead are resurrected, so it can’t be better than this!
Was that so?
The man felt that his twisted life was suddenly in full bloom.
On my way to work, women look at me and say ‘Huh? Isn’t that person all right?’
While going to collect money, I picked up 10,000 won.
The older brothers, who treated him as if he were the air, said, “Hey, you’ve been smoking a bit lately,” And said that they would take you to your room later.
A ruffian who had been treating him like sh*t gave his quota without a word.
Luck.
Okay.
This is lucky.
The man now knew that his day could be so enjoyable and full of happiness.
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On the way back, I bought an electric whole chicken from a truck with the 10,000 won I picked up and ate it with a can of beer.
So the man had a happy day.
And the next day.
“Ohh, keep standing.”
Same thing the next day too.
His body was as light as flying, and the alter ego that once made him suffer was also lively.
Is that all?
If she passed a woman on her way to work, she could feel her gaze upon her, and if she went to her lyre face to face, she would forget the truth she had been playing. Quietly as if she had done so, she handed the money to herself.
There, she smelled a strange metal smell and followed it. She was able to pick up a 500 won coin.
“Hey, this works great. The money is rolling in, rolling in.”
The pinnacle of happiness comes when one of the older brothers really takes him to his room after work.
“Hey, there’s a b*tch I’m aiming for, just set the mood so I can get along well with her.”
He knew he was going to use himself as a windbreaker and mood maker for his goals, but the man was just happy. Actually, the man couldn’t have a woman next to him, but he was satisfied with being able to enjoy the atmosphere of the room, and he was just happy to be soaked in the future that one day he would be able to play with a woman like that.
The man who went home with a smile like that.
“Monetary luck, women’s luck, success luck, health luck. Kyaa. They’re all in full bloom. They’re all in full bloom. As expected, sorcerers are called sorcerers!”
The man was happy
Because the luck that was blocked was solved, and everything went well.
But as he washed up and was about to sleep, a sudden thought occurred to him.
‘How long can I be this happy?’
That was a valid question.
No matter how good the ‘great sorcery’ is, it won’t last forever.
Flashlights need to change batteries, and magic items need to be constantly maintained.
The man was afraid that the luck that came to him suddenly would disappear just as suddenly.
So the man had no choice but to visit his back alley again the next day.
“Sorcerer, sorcerer.”
Quietly, as if secretly calling the genie of the lamp. At the same time he called upon the sorcerer so anxiously, like one who is trying to make a wish upon the devil.
“Kuhh. What about the power of great magic?”
The monster appeared out of the dark, silently, just as he had when he first met the man.
As shadows gather and form, they appeared in the dampest and darkest shade of the back alley and approached with light steps.
Gulp.
The man faced the grotesque shape flowing out of the darkness.
The head of an insect looking at itself.
A shiny hump sticking out.
It’s like a scent that emanates from somewhere… But it smells much more disgusting and sticky than that.
“Shaman. The power of magic was amazing, no. It was very satisfying. But…”
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The man had no choice but to lower his eyes at the monstrous figure that overtook him with his five senses.
Took.
Took.
Then the man put his face in front of him as if he understood everything.
“You want it.”
Heh-huh.
The sound of the monster’s breathing was like laughter echoing from afar,It was like the sound of a madman laughing in the deepest part.
“You want this magic to be immortal and to gain more happiness.”
The man raised his head at the words of the monster who reflected his desires like a mirror.
When I raised my head, what I saw was the form of an inorganically hardened insect, no different from the first one.
“That’s impossible. There is only transcendence in the world, so the luck that stayed in you will disappear and you will live a life worthy of yours.”
“Yes?”
At that, the man’s expression hardened.
I was so happy and fun.
That it disappears?
The fortune disappears and you enjoy the life you deserve?
What is the right life
A thug’s life?
The life of a eunuch who can’t even hug a woman?
No matter how many times I scratch a lottery ticket, there is no sign of falling money.
Every day’s salary is spent on drinking and smoking.
What will be left of that?
It is a low-class life that is everywhere.
Is that the life that suits you?
If this luck disappears, will he have no choice but to live that kind of life?
“Kuhh. I said something when I gave you a great spell. Remember what you said.”
“That, that… Ah! If you need luck, if you need more, tell me…”
The monster nodded in affirmation.
“It was. And also what did you say?”
“Ah, a price! A price will be needed…”
Okay.
I said so.
The monster muttered and whispered to him.
“Bring me what I want. Then your luck will be stronger, and the time you can enjoy will also be longer.”
* * *
The man knew that the luck that came to him would not last forever.
The man knew he could always go back to normal.
The man knew that this happiness would disappear like a mirage.
That’s why the man had no choice but to accept the monster’s deal.
It wasn’t that difficult.
No, it’s rather easy to understand.
He brings what the shaman asks for.
In return, the sorcerer prolongs the spell on the man’s body and enhances its effect.
That’s all.
Fortunately, the shaman did not make excessive demands on the man.
“Kh-huh, live-living squid. Yes. Bring the squid. The number should be one axis.”
The man listened to the shaman’s request and went to the fish market to ask for a live squid. That’s how the owner brought him twenty squids that moved his legs and opened his eyes wide.
It was an absurd number for a man who was scared of thinking that one axis would be one box or hundreds.
“Here it is.”
The monster showed his sorcery when the man brought the squid.
Chii Iik-!
The monstrosity clenched his gypsum-like hand as if grabbing the air, and then the bag he was holding was hacked open as if torn by something invisible, and water leaked to the floor. And squid through the leaking waterAs expected, they came out together, and the squid floated in the air as if it had been caught by something and flew toward the monster.
“Huh, huh!”
The sight that followed was truly terrifying.
Grasp!
When the man grabbed his hand again, the eyes of twenty squids floating in the air were pulled out all at once. The eyes of the squid, which had been brightly open for a while, approached the monster while floating in the air as if it were a separate creature, and eventually…
Kwadeuk!
It went into the monster’s mouth and was crushed.
“Ugh!”
A musty smell emanating from it.
Squids wriggling in the air with missing eyeballs.
Eyeballs breaking in the mouth of a monster reminiscent of a monster’s mouth…
The man felt something rising inside him.
This was not a matter of infatuation.
Something, something, as if his instincts were trying to keep away from something he hated…
It was such a phenomenon as if the human species was trying to reject the situation in front of them.
“Heh, you are. You are. Your instincts are stronger than your mind. It’s not bad. Ah, not bad. It’s really good…”
The monster handed the man something he couldn’t tell whether it was a compliment or not, and put his finger on the man’s stomach.
“Kup!”
A slight pain in his stomach rose as he placed his finger on it.
A pain different from being stabbed with a sharp object.
It is not burned or touched by cold objects…
It was truly the kind of pain a man would experience for the first time in his life.
But it disappeared in an instant, as if it had been stung by an insect, and the man watched the black dot briefly on his stomach until it disappeared, then asked the monster.
“This, how effective is this one?”
The question was the same as last time.
“Directly. Let me experience it myself.”
And the answer was the same as last time.