The Paranormal Wealth System
Ajian Waringin Sungsang
Julian invites his best friend into the shophouse, showing off his practice room for a while before going into a private place on the inside. There are only a few rooms, sealed with a non-permanent wall inside the shophouse that is not too big.
Julian turned on the television and left Typhoon alone. “Consider your own home, Bro! I'm gonna take a shower!”
“OK, I need ice to relieve the heat on the body! Can I grab myself in the refrigerator?”
“Ya,” reply Julian. “Actually your body heat is not because the air temperature is warm, but there are other factors that are heating the atmosphere of this house.”
“I don't understand the magical world like you, Julian! So please tell me what I should do to relieve the heat and pain in this strange looking skin!” pinta Typhoon with a horrified expression.
Julian said from the bathroom, “I'll take care of it in a minute! Keep your eyes open, don't let your guard down let alone sleep!”
“Yeah, I just wanted to say that this situation makes my eyes heavy and very sleepy!” Typhoon chimed in while yawning.
Julian reiterated his warning once again,“If you still want to be healthy and live long, you better listen to my advice!”
It is not strange or new if something magical like teluh, comes with sirens. The goal is that the target will be a drowsy victim and eventually sleep. At the time of the target is off guard, those who are called magical mission bearers easily enter the body.
Sirep not only attacked the targeted victim's personal self, shamans with high levels of science were even able to put one village to sleep in a large-scale assault mission.
Worse, there are shamans who randomly target their victims if the target is not met. Typhoon was one of the victims Julian feared when the attack on him which was the main target did not reach the goal.
Arriving in the bathroom, Julian did not wash his body immediately. He looked at the mirror with a worried and somewhat fearful look. As a young man who was only 18 years old and had never experienced anything of this magnitude, Julian felt his life was on the edge. He's afraid of death.
“Mbah, how is this? This protective face tattoo is in critical condition!”
How could Julian not worry? Rajah who became the protective talisman of his house was barely able to withstand the continuous attacks of the shaman of black magic with considerable pain. Julian had already seen that his Semar pictorial figure curled itself up in a magical way, shrunk, shrunk and began to turn black.
Julian could feel some energy jumbled around his dwelling, signalling that the one who sent him the mouthful and the magical assailant to him was not just one person.
In general, psychics always have a network or shelter in a graying. Julian did not have any paranormal comrades born from the system in the same period. This happens because the system only chooses one person to be super paranormal each period.
In conclusion, Julian stands alone, because he is a paranormal system. Not a psychic who studied science with teachers in the field with other students who eventually became colleagues paguyuban.
[Muister's Rajah Semar has made a defense according to his ability.]
“The face can no longer survive, Mbah! Doesn't that mean I have to intervene directly?”
[Yes, Sir! In the paranormal world, supernatural warfare is commonplace.]
“What if I lose? I've never met my parents, Mbah! I don't want to die!”
[Master has the latest study of the prize from the system, the study can be combined with the study of bolo sewu to fight the group of evil energy carriers who come to attack.]
“Latest test? I forgot I haven't seen my new status, so I didn't know if I was getting any extra study. I just felt a warmer and stronger body after completing the mission. Sorry, Mbah! I don't remember asking what spell is installed in the head because it was carried away busy taking care of the robbery victims!” Julian waited for the system to display its latest status while thinking what steps it would take in a moment.
The air in his house is getting hotter and hurting his skin. Julian could probably put up with the situation. But the presence of Typhoon in his house became another problem. Something will happen to his best friend first if the evil energy that is trying to enter the house has destroyed his protective tattoo.
[Paranormal Wealth System]
[Status]
[Name : Julian El Sandi]
[Life: 18 Years]
[Paranormal Level: Gold]
[Strength: 52]
[Detention: 45]
[Secure :50]
[Sightliness :79]
[Enchantment :61]
[Luck :41]
[Special abilities: Ancient martial arts, Art of making tattoo.]
[Funds: 931 million]
[Mission 14: Success]
[Gift: Some money and points added]
[Mystery gift: Ajian Semar Mesem, Ajian Bolo Sewu, Ajian Kluntung Wesi, Ajian Asmoro Kuning, Ajian Jolo Gold, Ajian Waringin Sungsang.]
[Special gift: The ability to see magic, the ability to see the future.]
[Mission 15: Not yet available]
[Driving system: Mbah Jambrong]
“Ajian waringin breech yes, Mbah? Hm ... I seem to have heard of this ancient study.” Julian put on a serious look, considering what he had read about the radio drama that had been legendary, namely the story of the Madangkara Knights set in the Majapahit Kingdom during the reign of Hayam Wuruk. “This review owned Brama Kumbara?”
[Waringin breech dish is not easy to have because of the weight of the man that must be run. Ajian serves to neutralize black magic. Negative-energy shamans are very afraid of this study, because their knowledge can be lost forever if struck with breech waringin. In essence, the black magic shaman who was hit by this study will run out of energy and eventually paralyzed, his knowledge lost sucked by the owner of the study.]
“Keren, Mbah! Mentally, it must have been the shaman after losing all his black magic. Like people who are swallowed and humiliated in the crowd?”
[Yes, Sir! This Ajian dealt a very deep mental blow to the shaman of black magic. You can use this lesson as your first choice when fighting with them. Directly or indirectly!]
“How to mean, Mbah?”
[Use this study to absorb the evil air that surrounds the house. Release bolo sewu! Let them beat up the magical army sent by the shaman of black magic to attack you.]
Hearing the explanation from the guidance system, Julian immediately finished his bath. He rushed out and entered his private room. Typhoon who saw Julian's behavior was silent, he chose to resist sleepiness by sticking ice cubes on his eel and cheek.
Inside the room, Julian sat in a lotus position on the floor. Concentrate on concentrating all the energy in both palms. He then cast two spells at once, namely the teaching waringin breech and bolo sewu.
“Help me face the subtle creatures that carry the shipment containing the evil teluh! Destroy them and all worthless mystical objects! Bring me a gusset that can be useful like an heirloom keris or a mustika stone!”
WHOOS!!!
A heavy wind blew from Julian's body and exited the room by hitting the wall of the room. Before long, Julian began to hear the earthy mystical howls. A supernatural war has broken out, his genie army is now fighting with supernatural assailants.
Julian raised both hands, focusing on absorbing the negative energy scattered throughout the area of the house. It took a few minutes until finally all the evil energy that was milling about thinned out and finally disappeared.
The sounds of agonizing groans and painful howls from the occult realm also subsided. The air returned to normal, and the previously silent slashing painful skin disappeared somewhere.
At the end of the purge, Julian heard the voice of the old man complaining in pain, vomiting and finally shouting out his defeat.
[One shaman fell and lost all his black magic. Mister has just reduced the crime caused by the old man assailant.]
Julian breathed a sigh of relief, his unspoken question had already been answered by his guide system. “Actually what do they want, Mbah?”
[Clenic business competition. These black magic shamans don't want any other psychics taking over their jobs. According to them, the paranormal world should not be inhabited by young millennials like Mr.]
Julian grumbled with emotion, “It would be wrong for young people to work as shamans? Time just for reasons of age they act arbitrarily?”
[It all started with the Master installing a magical fence in the house of one of the would-be village heads. They think you've taken the money land and the patients who should have used the services of paguyuban. Moreover, the master is from outside the village.]
Julian snorted and muttered to himself, “So they intend to get rid of me? Not that easy, Ferguso!”
After a short conversation, Julian exited the room to join the Typhoon in the television room.
“Jul, is it safe? Can I sleep? My eyes are real, the body also feels to be rested,” asked Typhoon who still plays ice cubes at his temple.
“Sleep in the room, I want to check the practice room for a while!”
Typhoon refused, “Nop! I'll just sleep here watching a movie!”
“Sleep while watching television?” julian asked as he thought of the Typhoon's words.
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