An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 134

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Chapter 134
Part 6. Lee Deputy Manager, You Must Do Well (2)
Kim Young-chan’s gaze upon Kang Hyung-seok was sharp and piercing.
As if he knew something.
Kang Hyung-seok regarded Kim Young-chan with furrowed brows, and Kim Young-chan removed the cigarette from his lips.
“Whoooosh—!”
Thick smoke cascaded across the table, spreading in lazy circles.
“Manager Gwak.”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
“Would you step out for a moment?”
“Pardon?”
“Just for a bit.”
Though his tone bordered on command, his voice was far gentler than before.
Gwak Young-ho rose to leave with Kang Hyung-seok and Lee Jin-pyung, but Kim Young-chan pointed at Kang Hyung-seok with the hand holding his cigarette.
“You stay for now.”
“You mean me, sir?”
Kang Hyung-seok gestured to himself in confirmation, and Kim Young-chan’s head nodded.
So Gwak Young-ho left with Lee Jin-pyung, his expression conflicted, but not before he brushed the back of Kang Hyung-seok’s hand—a silent plea to handle the conversation well.
Whatever it meant, that much was clear.
Click.
As the door closed, the factory’s noise that had seeped into the container housing fell silent, replaced by a solemn quiet.
“Is there something you wished to discuss with me?”
Kim Young-chan answered only by smoking his cigarette.
Then he stubbed it out in the ashtray and opened his mouth with deliberate caution.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Kang Hyung-seok, Manager at Daejeong Materials.”
Kim Young-chan’s eyes were clouded with confusion.
Eyes that questioned whether this was intentional, eyes uncertain whether he’d misread the situation.
Kang Hyung-seok glanced toward the window and met the gaze of Gwak Young-ho, cigarette in mouth.
Eyes pleading for the conversation to go smoothly.
Withdrawing his gaze, I swallowed my sigh and spoke in a measured voice.
“You seem troubled.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not sure what it is, but would you tell me?”
Kim Young-chan regarded Kang Hyung-seok with suspicious eyes as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He drew one out and placed it between his lips, but held the lighter without igniting it.
Whoosh.
As I slid the ashtray toward him, I spoke in a low voice.
“Does it perhaps involve your son?”
That was when it happened.
His gaze sharpened as he looked at Kang Hyung-seok.
“What? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m from Daejeong Materials….”
“Not that!”
Through the window, Gwak Young-ho’s shoulders flinched at the shout that erupted, and Kang Hyung-seok continued speaking as he watched Kim Young-chan’s face flush red.
“I’m Kang Hyung-seok, Manager of Sales Team 1 at Daejeong Materials.”
“Phew—!”
“Have a cigarette.”
At Kang Hyung-seok’s suggestion, Kim Young-chan pressed his lips together before flicking his lighter to life.
“Phew! Phew—!”
The way Kim Young-chan smoked, exhaling in successive sighs, suggested a man consumed by anxiety.
This certainly meant something was troubling him.
‘He’s not someone with spiritual sight….’
Not a Shaman, and could never become one.
That was my assessment of Kim Young-chan.
Yet this man had looked at Spitz as though he possessed spiritual sight, and felt something foreign about me—that definitely meant something was at play.
At minimum, he’d been in contact with something recently, or perhaps for a long time.
“My father is quite a taciturn man.”
At this sudden shift in conversation, Kim Young-chan looked at me with even greater bewilderment.
“But even without words, he worries greatly about his son. He was even pleased when I visited before.”
Kim Young-chan and my father were of similar age.
So his son would likely be around my age as well.
“I’m sure you care deeply for your son too, sir.”
In sales, the most crucial element is establishing common ground.
I touched that common ground—both to facilitate the transaction with the Factory Owner and to draw out the hidden circumstances he was concealing.
“Your expression seems troubled. Has something happened to your son, perhaps?”
It was immediately after I finished speaking.
“Ugh.”
Kim Young-chan winced as though pierced by a sharp blade, his eyes squeezing shut. Then he looked at me with flustered eyes, his lips twisting.
“What did Manager Gwak tell you?”
“Nothing, sir. I heard nothing.”
“….”
“It simply appeared you were troubled by many concerns. My father was the same way.”
Kim Young-chan exhaled a weary sigh, rubbing his weathered, calloused face with his hands.
Then he lifted his bloodshot eyes to look at me.
“You don’t seem like someone working under Manager Gwak.”
“He’s a good man. The Manager is.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Kim Young-chan laughed weakly, slouching back into the sofa before pulling out a fresh cigarette and placing it between his lips.
Using the existing cigarette, he transferred the flame to the new one, then fell silent for a while.
I waited.
Sometimes silence was necessary when organizing my thoughts.
Especially when those thoughts were complex and difficult to articulate.
“Phew! Have you ever been to a Shamanic Temple?”
“A Shamanic Temple, sir?”
Kim Young-chan nodded, his eyes sharp with suspicion.
“Have you been there or not?”
“I have.”
“Did you hear anything while you were there?”
His face was expressionless, but his eyes were desperate.
Like a drowning man thrashing in the water.
I remained silent for a moment before speaking.
“I heard that I needed to receive a spirit.”
“…And now?”
I inhaled deeply through my nose.
After organizing my thoughts that way, I judged that someone as desperate as Kim Young-chan wouldn’t act recklessly.
“I did.”
Kim Young-chan’s expression shifted to one of grim recognition as he placed a cigarette between his lips and drew a long drag.
Then, with eyes full of heavy thought, he spoke in a low murmur.
“Damn it. I had a feeling you weren’t just an ordinary person.”
“If there’s a reason, please tell me.”
Kim Young-chan seemed just as reluctant to speak as I was.
Still, leaning on the cigarette’s support, he began to answer.
“…There’s something in our family, they say.”
With eyes that gleamed like a Shaman’s, Kim Young-chan clenched and unclenched his fists.
“It affects our son too, they said. I need to send him overseas. That’s the only way he’ll survive.”
I was beginning to understand.
Why Kim Young-chan, who had no spiritual sensitivity, could sense the Spitz Victim Spirit.
People become like those they spend time with.
If you keep company with someone of shallow and corrupt character, you gradually become similar to them. Conversely, when surrounded by sincere and virtuous people, such conduct naturally seeps into your own behavior.
Kim Young-chan had spent time with a Shaman.
“What else did the Shaman tell you?”
“You tell me.”
Kim Young-chan spoke with the tone of a Dharma Master testing to expose a false Shaman, and I closed my lips before opening them again.
“Not to return to Korea until he comes of age, I’d imagine.”
That was the moment.
The suspicion that had been melting in Kim Young-chan’s eyes trembled and fled.
His jaw went slack, while his shoulders and neck stiffened.
“What…?”
“Not to return to Korea until he comes of age. That’s why you sent him abroad so urgently, isn’t it?”
Kim Young-chan’s eyes flew open as he glanced back and forth between Gwak Young-ho and Kang Hyung-seok outside the window.
“You, you, you.”
“You’ve been deeply worried about your son. You weren’t someone who should have become entangled with shamans, yet the influence has taken hold of you profoundly.”
Enough to sense the presence of the Spitz Victim Spirit.
Enough to feel the alienation emanating from Kang Hyung-seok, who had received a god.
Kim Young-chan had endured torment from something for countless years, visiting and ransacking many shamanic temples in his desperation.
“Your concern for your son means he will return, doesn’t it?”
Kim Young-chan now gazed at Kang Hyung-seok with eyes that held both fear and reverence, his lips barely moving as he muttered, “How is that even possible?”
“Perhaps I might be able to help you.”
“What, what! Is that even possible?”
The fact that such a response emerged suggested the shamanic temple hadn’t offered any decisive solution either.
Kang Hyung-seok recalled the image of Kim Young-chan pleading and beseeching the shaman, desperately yearning for aid.
“I’ll need to examine the situation first.”
Though spoken casually, Kim Young-chan’s expression grew grave.
Desperate. Urgent.
“Please, I’m begging you.”
Kim Young-chan, who had raised his voice at Kang Hyung-seok moments before, now trembled like the most fragile creature in the world.
“Please help my son. Please.”
“You mustn’t do this.”
Kang Hyung-seok quickly stopped Kim Young-chan as he began to bow his head toward the table, gesturing with a sidelong glance toward the window.
Fortunately, Gwak Young-ho was smoking and conversing with Lee Jin-pyung.
“I understand your heart, sir. But if you continue like this, I won’t be able to help you, even if I wish to.”
Kim Young-chan’s senses snapped back into focus, and he hastily straightened his head, while Kang Hyung-seok swallowed an inward sigh of relief.
“You know what situation I’m in.”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
I am a company employee bound to this office.
Outside the window stands my superior Gwak Young-ho, and Lee Jin-pyung, whom he clearly brought along to stamp his approval on me.
The fact that I didn’t openly reveal receiving a god from the start must mean I’m keeping it secret.
“If you alone consent, sir, I will come again.”
Kim Young-chan stared at Kang Hyung-seok as though he’d swallowed something burning.
Then, with great difficulty, he swallowed hard and forced the words out.
“You truly can help, can’t you?”
“I despise false hope as much as anyone.”
There is nothing crueler to a desperate person than false hope.
Kim Young-chan’s lips trembled with emotion as he rubbed them roughly, his shoulders heaving as he drew a deep breath. Then, with his voice carefully restrained, he spoke.
“My son comes tomorrow.”
Kang Hyung-seok nodded in understanding, and Kim Young-chan glanced briefly out the window before continuing.
“Help him. I’ll do everything I can to arrange the circumstances.”
Kang Hyung-seok regarded Kim Young-chan with a somewhat heavy heart.
Just moments ago, while speaking with Gwak Young-ho, this man had been contemplating closing his business entirely.
And yet such a man was willing to adjust the situation for someone like me, a salesman at Daejeong Materials.
“What about your business?”
“I was only considering shutting it down because of my son. As long as my son is safe, I can continue the business however I need to.”
Kang Hyung-seok nodded as if he understood, and Kim Young-chan let his gaze fall between his knees before speaking in a heavy voice.
“…So please, I’m begging you to help me.”
“I understand.”
Kang Hyung-seok nodded gravely and pulled out his phone, setting it on the table.
He didn’t turn on the screen.
Instead, he signaled for Kim Young-chan to record or take notes.
“Since the timing might not align perfectly, I’ll just give you a few key points.”
“Yes, yes.”
Kim Young-chan took out his phone, opened the notes app, and prepared to write everything down.
“Have your son stay somewhere other than your house. The house itself could be the source, so under no circumstances should you bring him inside.”
Kim Young-chan nodded vigorously and transcribed Kang Hyung-seok’s words exactly into his phone.
“A place with many people is best for lodging. Ideally, a motel at a busy intersection. And be sure to sprinkle coarse salt in the corners, along the window frames, and in the door cracks. Don’t let him leave the motel, and everything must be handled inside.”
“Yes, yes!”
Kim Young-chan hunched forward at the waist, frantically taking notes on his phone.
Then he looked up at Kang Hyung-seok with eyes that held both reverence and fear.
Kang Hyung-seok was looking elsewhere.
The conversation had stretched on long enough that through the window, Gwak Young-ho was peering in with worried eyes.

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