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As Jinseong placed the invocation in his mouth, the container adorned with blue eye-like shapes began to change. The eye portions writhed as if alive before bulging out and glaring at Park Jinseong.

‘This is insane!’

Insane.

Absolutely insane.

“Oh wow, I sensed something was off when the heart demon said there was a suspicious place and guided us here. I knew this broadcast was going to be a hit!”

The production team, lost in concentration, didn’t even notice the beads of sweat rolling down their faces as they captured the scene on camera.

Crack!

The eye soon transformed into a mouth.

The bulging part of the eye became a snout, and as it split open, sharp teeth like a fish’s were revealed. Then the smoke slithered out, forming a body that coiled up Jinseong’s arm and bit down hard.

“AAAAHHH!”

Chaine, who was nearby, screamed at the grotesque sight. The heart demons peeking in were grimacing in disgust at the scene.

No, it wasn’t just disgust; it seemed they held an outright aversion to it.

After all, the most dangerous foe for heart demons was a snake.

Jinseong, seeing the others’ reactions, remained unfazed as he offered a bit of blood to the snake. Thankfully, it only licked a few drops and puffed back into smoke, vanishing into the blue container.

Those who witnessed the bizarre scene were left speechless.

It seemed they even forgot that they were in the middle of filming.

But soon, one person mustered the courage to speak to him.

Chaine, who was brought in to get the soldiers ready for the upcoming TV show and motivate them—just in case the audio went silent.

“Excuse me, are you Park Jinseong the Shaman…?”

Chaine approached Jinseong, a little wary of the furious container that had just bitten a person’s arm, but tried not to show it. With a friendly demeanor and a coy smile, she genuinely asked, “Could I know what you just used…?”

“Of course,” Jinseong answered with a bright smile.

He then extended his index and middle fingers and gently brushed over the wound where he had been bitten.

In an instant, the bleeding wound swiftly formed a scab, halting any further blood flow.

‘Wow, this is really insane!’

The production team couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

A mouth sprouting from a container biting a person’s arm and then healing the wound just like that?

Where else could they find such a scene?

This was bound to be a hit.

With thoughts of how this filming would go viral, the team focused intently on shooting them: Jinseong smiling at the camera, ready to explain, and Chaine, curious and attentive, right beside him.

“This is a divine object I created,” Jinseong declared.

“Huh? A divine object? You make those?”

“A divine object… well, explaining might take a bit too long,” Jinseong said, hinting that he would hold back on the details and slyly looked at the production team with a smile.

“The PD will grace you with subtitles down below, won’t you?”

“Of course!” the PD responded, amazed at Jinseong’s cleverness in avoiding a long-winded explanation.

‘He has a knack for entertainment!’

It was an action that could only be taken if one had a lively sense of humor.

One of the reasons broadcasts often tanked was due to unnecessary explanations.

In broadcasting, excitement was the key.

Whether it was about conveying information, painting beautiful pictures, or making people laugh—there had to be an element of intrigue.

And one of the biggest buzzkills to that intrigue was TMI (Too Much Information). As the dialogue drags on, interest simply evaporates, turning the viewing experience into some kind of lecture or encyclopedia read, leaving viewers rapidly changing the channel.

Therefore, when TMI reared its head, PDs typically edited it out and put subtitles below.

But Jinseong had instinctively dodged that infamous “editing red flag.”

‘He probably didn’t have any prior broadcasting experience. Did he get a crash course?’

Things like “editing red flags” were easily missed by even seasoned participants, yet Jinseong navigated it as if it were second nature—creating a seamless experience rather than forcing an uncomfortable edit.

The PD couldn’t help but think, ‘Maybe he did get some tutoring beforehand?’

After all, who was Jinseong?

A Shaman with connections to government and conglomerates…

He most likely had the resources to get broadcasting lessons.

Actually, what was tutoring to him?

Countless people eager to gain favor with a capable person like him would go out of their way to share tips about the broadcast world without hesitation.

Perhaps it was because broadcasting was tied to arts where superstitions ran rampant.

For instance, when recording music albums, it was said that hearing a ghostly voice meant a big hit, and if ghosts appeared in movies or dramas, viewership would explode. Because of this, it was still customary to perform ceremonies before creating a project, seeking to harness positive energy by calling upon spiritual capable persons.

But a Shaman had just entered this superstitious realm?

Someone who can divine the future and perform blessings related to seeking fortune and prosperity?

It wouldn’t be surprising at all if people went wild.

‘Hmm. Maybe I should try to get closer to him by asking for some broadcasting tips…’

The PD thought as he captured Jinseong on camera.

Before long, Jinseong was raising the container in his hand, smiling broadly for the camera.

“This divine object is something I made with my own hands. It has the ability to help find things.”

“It helps find things? Oh, like reciting a weird spell as you mentioned earlier?”

“Yes. With the right incantation and proper cost paid, it aids in locating what one desires. Isn’t that fascinating?”

“Yeah, that’s fascinating!”

Chaine’s eyes sparkled with interest.

However, despite her expression, she was inching away from Jinseong’s divine object as if she had some hesitations.

That memory of its teeth baring and biting Jinseong’s arm, drinking his blood, was still fresh in her mind.

No matter how great its effects, witnessing such a scene right up close would naturally lead to some discomfort.

Jinseong noticed Chaine’s hesitance and subtly turned his head toward the camera.

He shook the container nonchalantly, as if it were just a soda can and teased with a smirk.

“However, aside from its allure, this divine object must be handled with care. Some contain curses within themselves, and using them often demands a cost. If one were to use it lightly, one might suffer minor injuries or deplete their energy, and in the worst-case scenario, could bring unintended disasters not only to oneself but even to one’s family.”

He spoke as if imparting a lesson to a child, evoking a warm teacher-like vibe.

After that, he chuckled and slipped the container into his bag, then took a step forward, following the wispy smoke only visible to him.

The yellowish smoke resembled beautiful flowers in bloom, mirroring the petal colors tucked into Jinseong’s chest.

“Now then, I’ve guided the location for attracting the corrupted, so please follow my lead.”

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Just because they had a clearly defined target thanks to the divine object, it didn’t mean the filming sped up phenomenally.

The frontline soldiers were still busy detecting mines, while the following soldiers needed to remain on guard.

Thus, even with a navigation aid, Jinseong had no choice but to move slowly. The production team, bodyguards, and heart demons trailing behind him were in the same boat.

However, this slow pace wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

It was actually a precious time to fill the so-called “broadcast quota.”

They say that once things begin to run smoothly, they continue to run well, right?

The PD couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“I’ve been climbing mountains for fifteen years now, fifteen years. So I know exactly which mountains are good for what herbs and where.”

“Oh please, just fifteen years? Is that supposed to impress? There are people here who haven’t even hiked that long. Who do you think you are, a legendary herb hunter selling mystical herbs after hundreds of years of experience?”

“Hey, Mr. Jang. You realize those fifteen years could easily be extended, right? After another fifteen, I could be picking herbs and become an immortal. You know that, don’t you? So don’t act like you’re above me. I could get struck by divine punishment for that, so apologize.”

“Alright, alright Mr. Kim, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult someone destined for immortality while picking herbs.”

The banter was flowing.

The content was practically pouring out.

“Park Jinseong, what do you think about the commotion that just unfolded?”

“I found this incident very intriguing.”

“Intriguing… Could you elaborate?”

“Since something that belongs in stories stepped into the real world, how could I not find that fascinating? It’s neither something naturally created nor something that an already hidden transcendent being descended.”

“Do you have any justification for that thought?”

“It lacked a significant presence for something that ought to exist, its power wasn’t capable of causing great change, barely enough for ten people to handle. How can one consider it natural? Therefore, it resembled a product of imitation, as if someone utilized something to carve and imitate a stone statue.”

Content overflowed.

‘This is amazing.’

The heart demons were engaged in amusing banter amongst themselves, clearly relaxed.

Chaine was bustling about, darting between the soldiers while extracting interviews to compile content.

And there was Park Jinseong, effortlessly pulling out stories related to his magic.

The PD felt ecstatic.

 

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