An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 157

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Episode 156
Part 6. In the End, This Is My Work Too (1)
(Brother, would you give it a try?)
At Yoon Sang’s voice flowing through the headset, Kang Hyung-seok activated the program.
It wasn’t an elaborate program.
When he bought the headset, there was a download link in the manual, and he simply installed it.
The headset’s exterior wasn’t bad, but the program had a strangely crude impression.
“Ah, can you hear me?”
(Brother, please press the modulation button!)
“There are a lot of options. Which one should I use?”
(Anything labeled as machine or robot should work, right?)
Click, click.
“How about now?”
(Ooh! That’s perfect, brother!)
Kang Hyung-seok exhaled, his chest swelling with breath.
This was his first broadcast.
He thought he wouldn’t feel nervous, but since this was a type of work he’d never experienced before, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.
(Let me know when you’re ready!)
Yoon Sang’s screen was already being shared.
Kang Hyung-seok breathed deeply through his nose, his lips pressed firmly shut.
This was somehow more nerve-wracking than facing a Malevolent Spirit, in a different way.
Still, this was a path to help people, and a way to repay the help he’d received from Yoon Sang.
“Phoooo—!”
After exhaling a long breath, Kang Hyung-seok moved the headset microphone toward his mouth with a determined expression.
“I’m ready.”
(Thank you! Starting the broadcast.)
【Broadcast starting in 3… 2… 1】
Pop!
The chat window began pouring out frantically across the screen shared on the laptop.
[Something big is coming!]
[Really?]
[For real? Is that really the brother?]
[Yoon Sang, come ouuuuuuuu]
[Brother! Show us the brother, brother!]
[Show us that legendary office worker.]
[Is he actually a real person?]
‘Is this what broadcasts are always like?’
Kang Hyung-seok didn’t know.
Even if he’d never appeared on a broadcast before, he couldn’t have imagined how much influence he’d become.
And even if he had known, it wouldn’t have mattered much to him.
(Everyone! Please don’t rush me. You all saw the announcement, right?)
[Yoon Sang is out.]
[Why isn’t that hyung coming?]
[Wait, someone just entered over there.]
[Who is Guest1?]
[Is that hyung? Tell us quickly!]
As the chat flooded in faster than I could follow, I thought to myself that Yoon Sang’s popularity was truly remarkable—the viewer engagement was incredibly active.
(Actually, I wanted to build up the suspense a bit…)
[Falling.]
[Falling.]
[Falling.]
[Brother, do you really want to die?]
(Alright, just a moment! I understand. Then let me introduce him right away!)
So this is what makes a broadcast entertaining.
As I grew increasingly comfortable with the atmosphere, I found myself wishing I had a cold beer, and Yoon Sang’s voice continued.
(I present to you the legendary hyung! Hyung, say a few words!)
Yoon Sang spoke with an oddly trembling voice.
And I leaned toward the headset microphone and opened my mouth.
“Nice to meet you. I’m an acquaintance.”
[????]
[Wow, the person himself.]
[So they were a real person. Creepy.]
[Distorted repentance lolololol]
[Who is this? A woman?]
“He’s your older brother, come on lol”
The distortion is so bad I can’t even tell what gender they are lol
[But is this really the person?]
The chat reactions were split exactly in half.
Some viewers cheered at my voice while others were skeptical.
(The heavy modulation is unavoidable for privacy protection. And our hyung here prefers to verify through actions rather than words.)
[Wow, that’s confidence.]
[But will the broadcast really go like this?]
If I keep getting empty results, I’ll probably burst out laughing lol
[Hyung, let’s see you often!]
Yoon Sang must be nervous too lol
That’s it. I was completely adapted now.
I took a deep breath and gazed at the monitor with steady eyes, while Yoon Sang invited one of the pre-arranged informants into the voice chat room.
(Hello! We have our first guest with us. Please introduce yourself briefly!)
(Ah, hello.)
(Why are you being so formal? Just relax!)
(This is my first time, so I’m nervous.)
Yoon Sang conversed smoothly with the informant, while Kang Hyung-seok observed intently.
Two screens were visible.
One showed Yoon Sang’s broadcast, the other the informant’s house being filmed on their mobile phone.
(You said you’re frequently pinned down by the old hag?)
(Yes, yes. I just moved in not long ago, and it’s been so frightening.)
Even as the conversation continued, Kang Hyung-seok kept his eyes fixed on the house.
Just in case, I held the Shaman’s Bell in my other hand, but I felt no sign of it ringing.
And from what I could see, there was nothing particularly notable.
(Then I’ll ask you for help, hyung. Do you see anything unusual?)
“No.”
(Pardon?)
The blunt, cutting response left Yoon Sang flustered, and Kang Hyung-seok addressed the informant directly.
“The place you’re showing looks like a bedroom. Would you mind checking the entrance?”
(Oh, yes, yes, yes.)
[Ooh….]
[What. First time seeing him answer so bluntly.]
[I’ve seen this a few times, but something feels different.]
[Is it real?]
[There’s definitely something there.]
The screen moved up and down as the informant shifted toward the entrance.
Kang Hyung-seok studied the screen intently before speaking.
“You can rest easy. It’s just the change in environment.”
[Wait, is that it?]
I can say stuff like that too lol
“Hyung doesn’t even know about the Horror Broadcast lolol”
[Yoon Sang, is this right?]
Contrary to expectations, the lukewarm response made Yoon Sang panic as he scrambled for words.
(Wait, just a moment. Hyung? Could you explain in more detail?)
“There’s nothing much to it.”
(Still. You should explain in detail so they can feel reassured.)
Kang Hyung-seok furrowed his brow, scratched his neck, and focused on the screen.
“Um, the lady of the house?”
(Yes, yes!)
“You don’t need to worry. You said you moved in recently, didn’t you?”
(Yes….)
“The Jowang Spirit resides in your home.”
(…Pardon?)
“It’s one of the guardian spirits protecting your house. Naturally, there are no malevolent spirits.”
[Huh, what.]
[Really?]
[The way you say it so calmly is terrifying;;;]
As the chat flooded in, Kang Hyung-seok continued speaking in a measured tone while watching the screen.
“It seems your nightmares stem from a different reason. Have you perhaps gotten married recently, or are you planning to marry soon?”
(M-man, that’s right!)
What’s up
[Uh, what.]
[Is he really a shaman? For real?]
[No, how did he know….]
“That’s likely what’s been weighing on your mind. But there’s no need to worry too much. The Jowang Spirit is watching over you warmly.”
(Ah….)
The Jowang Spirit is said to reside in the kitchen and bless a household with good fortune and prosperity.
This spirit also prays for the wellbeing and health of the family’s descendants.
For a moment, even Kang Hyung-seok could see such a being watching over the caller from the kitchen.
“You will be fine. But if you’re still worried, place a dish of water on the sink.”
The Jowang Spirit governs water and fire.
Therefore, offering water with a reverent heart becomes a prayer in itself.
(Th-thank you. I-I’ll do that.)
“Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
(Ah, n-no! No.)
The caller had much more to say, but politely declined, sensing they shouldn’t keep Kang Hyung-seok occupied for too long.
[Wow….]
[He’s right, he’s right.]
Seems like it’s real. Creepy.
[Now I understand why Yoon Sang is so obsessed with him.]
[This is legit.]
[But did anyone see the kitchen?]
[ㅇㅇ I saw it briefly as I was going to the entrance.]
[Wow man.]
Kang Hyung-seok watched the incoming chat and thought to himself, ‘Is this working?’
And at that moment, Yoon Sang’s voice cut in, flustered yet delighted.
(D-did you all see? This hyung is that kind of person!)
It’s hyung who’s amazing, but Yoon Sang’s the one getting all hyped up lol
[Wow, how did he know about the marriage….]
[Insane, insane.]
[They said something big was coming, and it really is something big.]
[ㅇㅇ It feels so different from the usual broadcasts, so it’s fun to watch.]
[Hyung, please come back often!]
Fortunately, the broadcast was going well.
Kang Hyung-seok chuckled quietly so his voice wouldn’t carry, and Yoon Sang smoothly transitioned to the next segment.
I examined two more houses, but neither revealed anything particularly distinctive.
Was the broadcast going to end like this?
Was that acceptable?
I’d heard there was someone who needed help, but perhaps it had all been a false alarm.
Just as I thought that, I moved on to the final caller.
(Well, could you introduce yourself?)
(Ah, hello. I go by the nickname Bu-yong.)
A young woman.
Late twenties? Perhaps early thirties?
And her gentle demeanor came through even in her voice.
(Yes. You mentioned you wanted to know if there’s a spirit in your house, correct?)
(Yes….)
(Is there anything in particular that’s been bothering you?)
(Well, it’s just hard to explain.)
(Haha, I understand. Then let me ask my brother to take a look.)
Bu-yong turned on her camera.
The house was immaculate.
With minimal furnishings and white décor throughout, it appeared even more pristine.
(Do you see anything…?)
Bu-yong spoke with the same fearful tone as other callers, and I drew in a deep breath through my nose.
Then I opened my mouth.
“Excuse me, but could you move toward the mirror?”
(Huh? The mirror?)
[Huh? What is it?]
[We’ve never seen this before.]
Let me see what’s there. Creepy.
Whether Bu-yong noticed the chat, she approached the mirror with hesitant steps.
And she angled the camera so that she herself wouldn’t be visible in the reflection.
“Could you angle it slightly more toward yourself?”
(Um, that’s a bit….)
“You don’t need to show your face. Just a little bit, and toward the top.”
[Top…?]
“Seriously, what’s there to see? Creepy.”
[I’m suddenly scared….]
Her trembling hand caused the screen to vibrate slightly as it angled diagonally upward.
The ceiling and a portion of Bu-yong’s hair came into view, and I inhaled sharply before exhaling.
“There’s a man clinging to you.”
[Wow, X damn.]
[shivering]
[Here it comes. The biggest one yet.]
[Clip appears.]
The chat window erupted into chaos.
But Kang Hyung-seok’s gaze remained fixed solely on the screen Bu-yong displayed.
There, a spirit was visible with crystalline clarity.
“I must ask—have you been married, or were you planning to be?”
(I… I…)
[What is this.]
[What’s happening?]
[shivering] or [trembling]
Bu-yong’s reaction was unmistakable.
And for good reason—hovering above Bu-yong in the mirror’s reflection was a spirit.
A male spirit, clinging to her back with one leg and one arm visible in the mirror’s surface.
(I… I had promised to marry someone.)
Kang Hyung-seok ran his tongue across the inside of his mouth silently.
Just as I suspected.
The male spirit clinging to Bu-yong was neither a malevolent spirit nor something that could be dismissed as a mere wandering one.
A bond forged by powerful karma.
The living and the dead, united through marriage.
(But that was already two years ago, and… is that person the one you’re seeing?)
“It is indeed a man’s soul. Did he meet with an accident?”
(Sob!)
The screen shook violently as Bu-yong’s sobs echoed through.
[Wow…]
[Somehow this is touching.]
[So he couldn’t leave even in death.]
[So sad.]
The viewers seemed to be imagining a heartwarming scenario.
Bu-yong felt the same way.
(Yes. He died in an accident. It must be him.)
Her trembling voice carried emotions far too deep and heavy.
Yet Kang Hyung-seok couldn’t share in her sentiment—an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him instead.
He merely clenched his jaw, staring intently at the male spirit reflected in the mirror.
“I must ask one truly important question. Did the accident happen in water?”
(Pardon?)
“I’m asking if he died in water.”
(Oh, no. It was a traffic accident.)
Haah.
Kang Hyung-seok exhaled a sigh of resignation.
Cursed premonitions never seem to miss their mark.
[What, did he guess wrong?]
Looks like it twisted. Hahahaha
[His charisma was incredible, but it all fell apart at the end.]
[Still, he nailed the part about the death. That was amazing!]
[Right, right.]
The viewers voiced their disappointment with playful complaints, and as Yoon Sang looked flustered, Kang Hyung-seok shook his head and opened his mouth.
“Listen carefully to what I’m saying.”
His heavy voice commanded attention.
(Y-yes.)
Bu-yong, tense and trembling, replied, and Kang Hyung-seok continued while staring into the mirror.
“That’s not your lover.”
(…What?)
“The body is bloated from water. A person who died in the water is posing as your husband.”
That was when it happened.
The figure reflected in the mirror.
The spirit clinging to Bu-yong’s back slowly twisted its head.
Thus, the spirit’s face that had been hidden came into view through the mirror.
It was a middle-aged man with pallid skin and white-glazed eyes—one who had died in the water.

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