LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 48
A limousine arrived to escort Jinseong.
An elderly Japanese man, appearing as the driver, opened the back door while wearing a finely tailored suit and white gloves.
“I’ll take care of your luggage, please hand it over.”
The driver politely reached out to receive the bag Jinseong was holding, but Jinseong shook his head and replied with a kind smile.
“That’s alright. This is an important gift for the folks at the club, so I feel safer holding it myself.”
Politely refusing the driver’s offer, Jinseong entered the limousine holding the bag. Inside the limo was an extravagant interior that looked like something out of a movie. To make sure Jinseong was treated well, the refrigerator was stocked with expensive wine and cheese.
Jinseong checked the cheese inside.
“Let’s see. Not this one, nor this one. Nope, not this either… Tsk. They’ve gathered only high-quality ones here for no good reason.”
Unfortunately, all the cheese inside was top-notch.
It was pointless for Jinseong to put insects in these cheeses to breed them.
The wine was no exception.
It was aged perfectly, just the scent was enough to get you tipsy.
“Ah, this one is nice. It was crafted with utmost care, using only grapes.”
Choosing a suitable wine, Jinseong opened it, covered the neck with his palm, and started shaking it vigorously. After a while of this, he pretended to cut his palm with an invisible knife.
Once, he mimicked slashing the air with an unseen blade, then traced his nails slowly across his palm, and finally pretended to stab himself with the sharp object.
After completing the three acts, he slowly recited an invocation.
“Sanguis Dómini nostri Jesu Christi custódiat ánimam meam in vitam ætérnam.”
Upon finishing the incantation, Jinseong took out a thorn filled with divine power that he had previously prepared and wrapped it around the neck of the wine bottle. He then tapped the wine bottle a few times and opened the bag to pour the wine upside down.
The wine poured out rapidly, drenching the dolls inside the bag and turning them red, and it was only after seeing all twenty dolls covered in red that Jinseong spoke again.
“Corpus Dómini nostri Jesu Christi custódiat ánimam tuam in vitam æternam.”
As if responding, the color of what was once wine began to shift.
The red wine gradually adopted a lively hue, slowly transforming from the scent of alcohol to a fishy, pungent smell.
Jinseong closed the bag while muttering.
“Amen.”
Having performed some sort of magic with the wine, Jinseong leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.
Perhaps it’s because it’s an expensive car, but it was incredibly comfortable; he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.
However, instead of sleeping, he spent his time listening to the sound of ice crunching from within the bag.
How long had he leaned back like that?
Finally, it seemed the limousine had reached its destination and came to a stop, the driver getting out to open the door for him politely.
Jinseong arrived at a hotel in the city.
The hotel resembled a slightly curved Japanese sword sheath, its black exterior gleaming.
Jinseong took a quick glance at the shiny exterior before walking inside.
As soon as he entered the hotel, a staff member, as if having heard beforehand, courteously attended to him, and without asking the driver to help carry his luggage, he kindly guided him inside.
However, instead of feeling at ease, Jinseong felt a slight irritation.
The reason was that this hotel was also set up to find shamans.
The moment Jinseong stepped into the lobby, he saw charms made through Onmyōdō art hanging everywhere, just like in an airport, and there was an energy sensor cleverly hidden in front of the elevator.
Moreover, as he entered the elevator, he noticed various Onmyōdō designs disguised as interior decor. Even the hiragana on the posted notice inside the elevator was interlaced with Onmyōdō, making it hard to describe anything other than the sheer obstinacy of it all.
‘As I expected.’
The obsession of the Japanese to find shamans was beyond imagination.
Even in tourist spots and hotels, they had set traps like this in the elevators.
And that wasn’t all.
Jinseong could sense that the staff member attending to him seemed slightly flustered, as if they had some sort of detection device, stealing glances at him.
Unlike when he entered using the Gebo rune, his body felt bare, perhaps something had been detected.
But the staff quickly composed themselves and discreetly moved to a spot out of Jinseong’s sight to text on their smartphone.
When Jinseong enhanced his vision to glance, the message read: “Dispatch cancelled. Valid identity confirmed. Next Shinto Priest. Guest.”
‘My judgment was correct.’
A free pass.
Jinseong had obtained a free pass to roam freely around Japan.
“Oh, Next Shinto Priest! You’ve arrived!”
It was the blessing of a power holder and the status of a next Shinto priest providing him with this free pass!
Japan uses driver’s licenses instead of national ID cards like Korea does.
In a country like this, a significant status like ‘next Shinto priest’ and an invitation from a power holder were enough to assure people that Jinseong was not just some outsider shaman but someone recognized within Japan. And with those two credentials, even if someone doubted him, it wouldn’t matter now.
Those two could call forth other endorsements like offspring, and in the end, they’d have enough power to bury even solid evidence.
Moreover, given that most Japanese are weak against power and authority, they wouldn’t even think to look for evidence or stir up trouble.
However, the stronger the power, the better the authority should be.
Jinseong flashed a bright smile at the politician who greeted him warmly, a blessing he had received earlier. After exchanging a few formalities, he followed the politician inside.
Ah—ng!
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard moans.
The lewd sounds of a woman, mixed with a soft tone, resonated as they passed through the soundproof door, and when Jinseong turned his gaze toward where the moaning was coming from, he saw a politician who had previously received a ‘blessing’ using a woman’s body, utterly engrossed in the act.
‘Hmm. I think I’ve seen that woman on TV before?’
As Jinseong quietly observed her, the politician guiding him chuckled wickedly.
“Hahaha, you recognize her, huh? She’s a famous celebrity you can often see in advertisements nowadays. I lured her here by promising to introduce her to an advertiser.”
But that wasn’t the end of it.
The moans echoed throughout the top floor, spanning two levels of the hotel. In one distant room, the sounds of two women moaning melded with the heaving of three men, while in another room, the moans of three women intertwined with the howling of a single man.
‘So, this was the kind of club it was.’
Jinseong found himself invited to a swingers club.
A club where power holders who were obsessed with women could join.
‘Perfect. I shall grant you an unforgettable night.’
With the sounds echoing everywhere providing a sort of background music, Jinseong followed the politician’s guidance up to the second floor. While the sounds still echoed there, they were noticeably quieter than the lower floor, likely due to some minimal soundproofing.
Among the rooms, one stood out with no sound at all; its door was beautifully decorated with lacquerware, unlike the others.
“That’s the room where the elder resides. Since the elder has taken an interest in you, as long as you don’t offend him, your path ahead should be smooth.”
After saying that, the politician offered a small piece of advice.
“The elder dislikes people who charge into places like this. He believes a true Yamato man should be able to hold women as naturally as breathing. He can even issue a reprimand to anyone who seems clumsy with women. You should be fine since you can offer blessings, but…. Still, displaying the appearance of a free-spirited and loyal man will help your first impression.”
Jinseong smiled at the politician, who genuinely offered him advice.
“There’s no need to worry. I’m sure he’ll take a liking to me. And, you who brought me here will find your position elevated as well.”
At Jinseong’s confident assertion, the politician nodded as if to express his belief, then knocked on the door to announce Jinseong’s arrival. After a brief moment, the door creaked open.
Inside the room was a man surrounded by four half-naked women, receiving their attentions.
The man lay on the bed, gazing at Jinseong and the politician with a languorous expression, his fully naked body rippling with solid muscles.
Jinseong looked at those muscles and pondered.
‘Tsk. More of a warrior type than a technician.’
But it was too early to be disappointed.
Just because someone had muscles didn’t mean they weren’t technicians.
You could see middle-aged men working hard to keep fit.
Moreover, even if someone was a warrior, it didn’t guarantee they had never undergone surgery.
There was enough value in checking it out.
“Alright, are you the much-talked-about next Shinto priest? Come on, bless me, will you?”
The man, looking languid, spoke to Jinseong.
Jinseong smiled back at the languid gaze of the man.
“Understood.”
Jinseong giggled as he replied.
“Not just blessings, I’ll give you more. You won’t be disappointed.”
“Really? Can you guarantee that?”
“Of course.”
Jinseong grinned.
“I can guarantee it. You will surely be satisfied.”