An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 154

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Chapter 153
Part 5. Who Is the Head of the Snake (2)
【Horror Broadcast starting in 3… 2… 1】
Pop!
“Hello, everyone! It’s Yoon Sang!”
Yoon Sang returned home and launched into the broadcast with vibrant energy.
Huh? At this hour? That’s creepy.
[Since when do you broadcast at lunch time?]
[Was there an announcement?]
[Nope. Just turned it on.]
[Why do you look so tired, brother? ㅠㅠ]
He’d turned on the broadcast the moment he walked through the door.
He’d expected fewer viewers, but far more people had shown up than anticipated.
[Wait, a collaboration broadcast?]
[Insane, insane, insane.]
[For real? Really?]
[Is this a surprise broadcast?]
[Something big is coming aaaaa]
As the misunderstanding snowballed, Yoon Sang frantically waved his hands at the camera.
“No! No, it’s not. Not yet, not yet. There’s no collaboration scheduled.”
​
[Damn it]
[I knew it.]
[ㅠ]
[Always torturing us with false hope.]
Complaints and emoticons flooded in relentlessly, and Yoon Sang understood their sentiment perfectly.
Kang Hyung-seok’s influence was far greater than he’d anticipated.
Rumor had it that even other broadcasters were searching for this office worker who performed exorcisms, but finding him would be nearly impossible.
Yoon Sang was the only broadcaster who knew the truth.
And he had no intention of leaking such an incredible asset as Kang Hyung-seok to some undeserving fool, not even if beaten to death.
“I’m sorry! Really. But think about it—why would I go live without even washing up?”
[Is something big coming?]
[If it’s not a collaboration, it’s nothing.]
TT (crying face emoticon)
“Ugh! Really. I know, I know. But this hyung and I, Yoon Sang—we’ve really, truly, truly become so much closer! For real!”
[Yoon-ha, stop it.]
[Making one-sided claims without evidence again.]
[Don’t believe it anymore.]
[This is probably false hope again.]
Skeptical responses began appearing in the chat.
Still, Yoon Sang held his ground without shame.
Because there wasn’t a shred of dishonesty in what he’d said.
“We’ve eaten together, and we moved as a team this time too, right? And if we can just nail the right content, I think we might be able to bring this hyung on the broadcast.”
[…?]
[For real?]
[Can you see the rumored office worker? thief]
[Yerim, check that out. Is it Sakura?]
“Seriously. But let me be clear about this. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this hyung’s personal safety. Even if he appears, I absolutely won’t reveal his face. I’ll distort his voice too.”
[But then what’s the point of a collaboration?]
[Sounds like he’s just bringing some random neighborhood guy.]
Lol, total BS/made up
The lukewarm response came as expected.
So Yoon Sang could deliver his next line with ease, even wearing a wry smile.
“But I can definitely show you this hyung’s abilities.”
[How?]
Still undecided.
Yoon Sang furrowed his brow, let out a troubled sound, then shook his head.
“Because this hyung is a genuine Shaman. I won’t let him appear just for entertainment value. No, I can’t accept that. Instead, I’ll structure the content to showcase this hyung’s abilities to those who actually need his help.”
[???]
[Wait, is the collaboration actually happening soon…?]
Why are you being so specific lol
[Once the content clicks, he’ll probably do it right away.]
Of course, a collaboration would require consent.
He had no intention of forcing Kang Hyung-seok into it.
“Anyway, let me tell you about everything that’s happened. Here, starting with photos!”
Yoon Sang laid out everything that had occurred, accompanied by photographs.
The tip about Rokurokuби.
Meeting Kang Hyung-seok.
The stone guardian weeping tears of blood.
The Shaman collapsing during the ritual.
The Altar he’d seen at the Factory, and—though heavily abbreviated—Rokurokuби’s ascension to heaven.
He omitted anything legally problematic, like trespassing on private Factory grounds or grave desecration, but shared everything else he could.
[…For real?]
[Insane.]
[Wait, does this even make sense;;;;]
Yoon Sang nodded calmly toward the camera.
“Yes. Not a single lie. The photo material isn’t abundant because when this hyung was performing the ascension, I couldn’t even bring myself to hold up the camera.”
[Wow….]
That company guy, your brother, is really crazy.
[Absolutely insane, for real.]
[Oh wait, could that jangseung be it?]
[What is it?]
[???]
[Hold on, I’ll grab it. brb]
Pop!
The premium chat that allowed short videos burst through.
It was a screenshot converted into a video, so it didn’t move, but it was a photo of a jangseung with vivid traces of bloody tears, taken at a different time than what Yoon Sang had captured.
“Oh, this! This is it! Where did you get this?”
[Another BJ apparently received a tip and posted it on their broadcast.]
[Oh, is that BJ… that BJ?]
[Yeah]
[Lmaoooooooooooooooooo]
Anyone who’d watched Yoon Sang’s broadcast for long knew.
Which BJ Yoon Sang harbored a sense of rivalry toward.
So there was a BJ named Gasiri whose mention was forbidden like an unwritten rule—someone who never relinquished first place in horror content.
[Hahahahahahahaha]
[He’s probably doing field research right now lololol]
[Our Yoon Sang finally won lololol]
[Insane lol]
[Dude, when you see that hyung later, bow deeply. lololol]
[That hyung guided Yoon Sang too lololol]
As the chat poured in frantically and the broadcast ranking soared, Yoon Sang blinked with a bewildered expression.
This was truly an unexpected situation.
Who could have imagined surpassing the number-one horror BJ he’d harbored such rivalry toward in this manner?
“Uh, uh uh uh.”
Yoon Sang, who’d been blinking like someone in a daze, suddenly wore an overwhelmed expression and bowed deeply toward the camera.
“Th-thank you! Wow, thank you so much!”
[Yoon Sang’s crying lololol]
[ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
[Don’t cry. ㅠㅋㅋㅋ]
[Wow, insane. Yoon Sang’s ranking is climbing.]
I didn’t want tears showing on the broadcast.
My heart felt one way, but strangely my tear ducts stung and ached.
“Ah! Thank you, beloved viewers!”
[Really crying lololololol]
[Don’t cryㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]
[This is gonna get clipped.]
[Nah it’s already clipped. I did it.]
[So ruthless lololololol]
The viewers teased relentlessly, but I couldn’t look.
I had blocked my tears with my sleeve.
​***
​At that same moment, on the rooftop of Daejeong Materials, Shin Jung-ah was smoking a cigarette while watching Yoon Sang’s broadcast.
​”I knew this would happen.”
​She then cast a pitying glance toward Kang Hyung-seok, who was sipping coffee beside her.
​”A business trip, of all things… Sigh. Are you alright?”
“There’s nothing to be concerned about.”
​It was lunchtime.
Everyone else would be smoking cigarettes or drinking coffee in front of the Company building, so only Kang Hyung-seok and Shin Jung-ah occupied the rooftop.
Thanks to that, Kang Hyung-seok answered with ease, and Shin Jung-ah turned off her phone screen, slipped it into her pocket, and shook her head.
​”I thought something was off. A sudden business trip—I had a suspicion, and sure enough, I was right.”
“You suspected something?”
“There was dirt on your pants.”
​Shin Jung-ah pointed at Kang Hyung-seok’s pants with a sympathetic gaze, and only then did he notice the dirt and laugh awkwardly.
I must have gotten it on me when I was excavating Hara Seiko’s Grave.
I had wiped off the dirt on my shoes with a wet tissue, but I never expected soil to be clinging to the back of my pant legs as well.
​”You should have mentioned it. The Manager would have noticed too.”
“I doubt he noticed. Men tend to be oblivious to these things, and someone of the Manager’s generation even more so.”
​Kang Hyung-seok laughed bitterly and brushed the dirt off his pants.
Then came the next moment.
​”And would he have even noticed that? He looked incredibly happy.”
“Ah, was it because of the call from Shinjin Construction?”
“I saw him humming in the Corridor earlier—he was going wild.”
​Shin Jung-ah’s shoulders bounced as she chuckled.
Picturing Gwak Young-ho in such high spirits, Kang Hyung-seok’s lips curved upward as well.
​”Manager Kang, take the afternoon off.”
“How long have I been here?”
“If it’s the Manager right now, he’d approve immediately. And honestly, you look rough. You seem exhausted.”
​The space between Shin Jung-ah’s eyebrows narrowed as she held the cigarette in her mouth.
Her eyes showed genuine concern, so Kang Hyung-seok made an effort to shake his head as if to say he was fine.
​”I’m really alright. There’s nothing urgent either.”
“Are you sure…?”
“Yes. Thank you for worrying about me.”
“Ugh, seriously. Anyway, if it gets tough, just message me! I’ll speak up for you.”
​Kang Hyung-seok nodded with a smile.
But he had no intention of actually asking Shin Jung-ah for anything inconvenient.
There was no reason to, and most importantly, I could manage well enough on my own.
“Thank you for your concern.”
“So how was it this time? It seems like what appeared on the broadcast wasn’t everything.”
It was a sharp observation.
Seeing this certainly made me realize that Shin Jung-ah had endured ordeals just as harrowing as Yoon Sang’s.
“Well, it’s much as you’d expect. There are stories we couldn’t fully air on the Horror Broadcast, after all.”
Kang Hyung-seok shared the behind-the-scenes details.
The existence of Kim Ki-ok and the deeds he had committed.
And perhaps the karmic retribution he would receive.
“I received a text from Shin Yoseph earlier. Kim Ki-ok is dead.”
“What?”
“Karma. It probably happened right after Hara Seiko was freed.”
Shin Jung-ah couldn’t even light her cigarette, her brow furrowing.
Then she cast a look that seemed to ask, ‘You’re more composed than I expected?’
I suppose I could appear that way.
“Rokurokuби was nowhere to be found.”
Speaking calmly, I gazed at the pallid sky and continued.
“She went with her.”
I would remain forever bound to something I could never call a mother.
In a pain too unfamiliar to grow accustomed to, relentless and unquenched even by tears that fell like waterfalls.
“It’s not easy.”
Shin Jung-ah took a deep drag, her expression heavy with thought.
“So what are you going to do today?”
“Nothing much, really.”
I drained what little remained of my coffee as if shaking out the last drops.
“I’m back, so I need to work.”
As I always did.
Those of us left behind had to live through today, even as those who departed had gone.
Slap!
Shin Jung-ah, who had struck my back firmly, spoke with a smile on her face.
“If you need my help, just say so. I’ll lend you a hand.”
“Your words alone are gratitude enough.”
Watching Shin Jung-ah toss her cigarette into an empty paint can, I headed toward the stairs.
Lunch break was drawing to a close.
Mountains of accumulated work waited in the darkness like yokai, anticipating my return.

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