An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 107

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Chapter 106
Part 4. Get Out of There Right Now (3)
*Ring ring.*
On the expressway, I dialed Chae Young-sik’s number.
Lee Ha-yoon sat in the passenger seat, and when I explained the situation, she followed without hesitation.
“He’s not picking up?”
“Just a moment.”
After calming Lee Ha-yoon, who grew anxious as the dial tone rang several times.
“Hello?”
“Yes, Young-sik. It’s me.”
“Oh, yes!”
The casual way he answered suggested nothing was wrong.
I continued the conversation with a relieved expression.
“I’m heading your way now. Can you talk right now?”
“What? Right now?”
“I’m here too!”
Lee Ha-yoon raised her voice and interjected into the call, and Chae Young-sik said, “Why are you there?”
“You can talk now, right? Are you at the Factory?”
“No. I’m out for a bit right now.”
Good.
I nodded sharply and gave Lee Ha-yoon a look asking her to stay quiet before speaking again.
“You’ve submitted your resignation letter?”
“I did, but the Manager blocked it on his end.”
“I suspected as much. If you’re nearby, go in first. Pack your things so you can leave immediately.”
“What?”
“You need to get out of there right now.”
At that moment, anxiety flickered across Lee Ha-yoon’s eyes as she looked at me.
She must have wondered if things were truly this serious.
It was directly connected to the Factory.
This wasn’t simply one employee cursing him—the Company had deliberately decided to offer him as a sacrifice to the Mountain.
Deteriorating health. Frequent nightmares.
All of it signaled that the sorcery was nearing completion.
“Understood.”
“I’ll see you in front of there tomorrow.”
“But are you sure about this? This doesn’t seem right…”
His hesitant response was unwelcome.
I furrowed my brow and delivered my words with a heavy tone.
“I’ll handle the rest.”
“Understood. I’ll get ready then.”
“I’ll arrive in thirty minutes.”
After hanging up the phone, Lee Ha-yoon watched him in silence.
I knew what she wanted to say.
Kang Hyung-seok pressed his lips firmly together and offered Lee Ha-yoon a brief smile before turning his gaze back to the road ahead.
“Everything will work out.”
“Won’t they try to hold onto him?”
“With a lawyer present, what could possibly go wrong?”
Lee Ha-yoon laughed awkwardly, and Kang Hyung-seok’s lips curved upward slightly.
“And they’ll have no choice but to let him go.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a Shaman matter. If they interfere and cause trouble, I’ll sever the connection to the Guardian Spirit.”
There is nothing more terrifying to a Shaman than this.
The connection between the Guardian Spirit and the Shaman would be severed.
It’s not an easy thing to do, but for a Shaman who has performed sorcery using a human as a living sacrifice, it is not difficult.
That is why a Shaman must strive to live righteously.
Grrrrrrooooom!
The accelerator was pressed down with the same force as the suppressed anger, causing the car to surge forward.
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Knock, knock, knock, knock.
As the Container Guard Room door was rapped upon, Chae Young-sik flinched in surprise.
“Young-sik, you in there? The security guard said you came back.”
He would already know.
The shoes were outside, after all.
Chae Young-sik’s lips trembled as he forced out his voice.
“Yes.”
It was right after that.
The door swung open.
The Manager entered with a friendly-looking face, but the smile vanished the moment he saw Chae Young-sik organizing his belongings.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I was organizing my things.”
“Ah, seriously….”
The Manager let out a heavy sigh, scratched his short hair vigorously, then pointed outside with his chin.
“Young-sik, come out for a moment. The Company Representative wants to meet with you.”
“The Representative?”
“That’s right. I told him how hard you work. So he said he wanted to see you once.”
Under normal circumstances, it would have been a good atmosphere.
But he needed to leave this Company, and he didn’t know when Kang Hyung-seok might arrive.
“Come on out. He’s in the Smoking Room.”
“Understood.”
The Manager’s arm wrapped around Chae Young-sik’s shoulders.
It looked almost like a friendly embrace, yet also like a noose.
The Manager led Chae Young-sik to the Smoking Room beside the Factory, where the Company Representative and Director Kwon, who had been smoking, welcomed him.
A subtle gesture.
When the Representative beckoned Chae Young-sik with a wave of his hand, the Manager stopped in his tracks as if standing guard behind him.
So Chae Young-sik approached the Representative under the Manager’s watchful gaze.
“I hear you’ve been having a tough time lately?”
“No, sir.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve heard all about it. They say you work so hard you’re damaging your health.”
The Manager, glancing back, wore a grinning expression.
“Director Kwon, give me what I asked you to prepare.”
“Yes, sir.”
Director Kwon retrieved an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the Representative, who then extended it toward Chae Young-sik.
It was a plain envelope with a double-layered interior.
The contents weren’t visible through the exterior, but the open mouth revealed money tucked inside.
“Take it. This is something I’m giving you separately because I’m grateful for how Young-sik works with such ownership and dedication.”
“No, no, sir.”
“I said take it.”
The envelope shook as if urging him to accept it immediately.
With the Manager watching from behind and Director Kwon from the front, the atmosphere made refusal nearly impossible.
Just as Chae Young-sik reluctantly reached for the envelope—
“Hey, you there! Stop! Stop!”
A security guard’s shout echoed from the entrance not far away.
“You can’t come in here. I said you can’t! Hey!”
A car had stopped, and the guard was failing to properly block a young man and woman.
Heavy footsteps approached.
All eyes fixed on Kang Hyung-seok as he brushed past the guard, and standing beside Chae Young-sik, he snatched the envelope from the Representative’s hand.
“What are you doing! What do you think you’re—!”
Rip! Tear!
Kang Hyung-seok tore open the envelope without a word.
As the double-layered section split open, several strands of hair fell out from inside.
Hair deliberately hidden by someone with intent.
“Young-sik.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Go back there.”
When Kang Hyung-seok pointed to Lee Ha-yoon, Chae Young-sik, flustered, moved in that direction.
“Damn it! Who do you think you are, you bastard!”
The Manager approached with full authority and seized him by the collar, raising his fist high. Kang Hyung-seok stared at him menacingly.
The Manager’s eyebrows twitched as he threw his punch.
Pow!
Kang Hyung-seok blocked the incoming fist with his forearm and immediately twisted the wrist of the hand gripping his collar.
A sharp crack.
“Ugh!”
In one fluid motion, I swept the Manager’s leg while seizing his wrist and hurled him to the ground.
“Ugh! Ahhhhh!”
Lee Ha-yoon gasped and covered her mouth as the Manager’s screams pierced the air like a siren.
The Company Representative and Director Kwon stood frozen, bewildered by my sudden emergence.
Thud!
I cast the Manager’s hand aside and turned my gaze toward the Representative.
“Ugh! Ahhhhh! Nnnngh!”
The large-framed Manager writhed on the ground, clutching his wrist, and workers began pouring out from the Factory.
As more and more people gathered, I shifted my gaze to the Representative.
The eyes of a Shaman.
The gaze of one who has received a god is far from ordinary.
It was only after the Representative turned away, overwhelmed by my presence.
Zip.
I withdrew a ritual blade and Shaman’s Bell from my bag.
“Gasp.”
The Manager flinched, thinking it was a weapon, but upon recognizing it as a ritual blade, his face went rigid with horror.
The employees murmured among themselves; Director Kwon’s eyes blazed with fury; the Representative clenched his teeth and groaned.
Clang clang clang.
Despite the crowd, the silence that had settled was swept away by the Shaman’s Bell.
Clang clang, clang clang, clang clang.
I shook the Shaman’s Bell and surveyed the surroundings before speaking.
“It was you.”
I directed this at Director Kwon.
“You performed the ritual feeding and offered the mountain sacrifice.”
Director Kwon’s face trembled visibly.
“What? Ritual feeding?”
“What do you mean by mountain sacrifice? Who called this person?”
“Representative, Representative!”
The chattering employees fell silent at a single glance from me.
It was not merely because my gaze was intense.
They knew what a Shaman was.
And that Shaman was Director Kwon.
Clang clang clang!
I shook the Shaman’s Bell loudly and stared directly at Director Kwon, my lips twisting into a grimace.
“The hair you kept in that envelope—you offered those as mountain sacrifices too, didn’t you?”
Director Kwon’s pupils visibly trembled.
Then my gaze shifted to the Representative.
“You were the one who ordered it, and the Victim Spirits you sacrificed were trying to cling to Chae Young-sik like vengeful ghosts.”
This time, the Representative’s face drained of all color.
He had been with Director Kwon for a long time.
So he knew all too well the Shaman’s supernatural powers and strength.
Kang Hyung-seok, who appeared before him, was an unknown entity—something far too formidable to dare oppose.
Waralalarang!
Shaking the Shaman’s Bell as if to reprimand them, Kang Hyung-seok turned his gaze toward the employees.
“So you were the Dharma Master.”
“Hah, hah-ugh.”
The Manager gasped for breath, clutching his numbed wrists tightly to his chest.
That Manager was the Dharma Master who assisted the Shaman during the ritual.
That’s why he had restrained Chae Young-sik from escaping, and he must have done the same to all the previous victims.
“M-Manager?”
“Ugh, ugh-ugh.”
An employee called out in confusion, but the Manager backpedaled as if trying to hide among the crowd.
Completely overwhelmed, Kang Hyung-seok glared at Director Kwon with his lips pressed firmly shut.
“You bastard. Trash that doesn’t even deserve to be called human.”
“Hgh, hm.”
Director Kwon glared back at Kang Hyung-seok while breathing heavily through his nose.
He too knew that Kang Hyung-seok was possessed by a spirit.
Kang Hyung-seok was a Shaman, and the spirit protecting him was far greater than the one he himself had received.
“…Go.”
Director Kwon spoke with eyes pleading for him to withdraw, but Kang Hyung-seok shook his head.
If I left now, it was obvious what this inhuman creature would do next.
He would strike at Chae Young-sik and Lee Ha-yoon, and worse, he would continue the ritual of sacrificing employees as living offerings for the Company.
“Move aside.”
Kang Hyung-seok spoke to the Manager and walked forward without hesitation.
That direction was not the exit.
It was the Warehouse between the Container Guard Room and the Factory.
“W-Wait!”
Director Kwon tried to stop him urgently, but Kang Hyung-seok continued toward the Warehouse.
“S-Stop him! Block that bastard! What are you all doing!”
He screamed, but no one moved—likely because the Company Representative’s head hung limp.
Sweat dripping down his face, he seemed to be contemplating how to escape the spirit’s punishment in this situation.
Clank, clank!
Meanwhile, Kang Hyung-seok began unwrapping the iron chain wound around the Warehouse door.
As the released chain fell to the ground with a heavy clang, he wrenched open the rusted Warehouse door.
Screeeeak!
Bright red rust poured from the hinges as the door swung wide.
And as the sun had passed noon and tilted westward, the interior was flooded with light.
An Altar and a Buddha statue.
Chae Young-sik had seen them every time he had nightmares, so he groaned with a face twisted in terror.
Yet there was something I had not seen in the dream.
A crimson cloth placed behind the Altar, nestled between the Buddha statues.
A soft rustling sound.
Kang Hyung-seok reached toward the crimson cloth, which bulged as if concealing someone seated beneath it.

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