An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 232

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Chapter 231
Part 2. There Must Be Something at Daejeong Materials (2)
“Ugh… ugh…”
Kim Sang-deok groaned, cold sweat dripping down his face in his rental house.
A narrow room where sunlight barely penetrated.
It had been years since he’d raised and sent his children out into the world, and with his wife long departed, he’d had no need for a spacious home—he’d moved here three years ago.
From smoking indoors, the wallpaper had yellowed, and dust gathered on the floors, yet it caused him no great inconvenience in his daily life.
“Hgh… ugh…”
But when his body felt this poorly, he found himself unexpectedly missing his wife, who had left him first.
‘Damn it, what kind of cold is this…’
In the darkened room where he hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, Kim Sang-deok painfully turned his head.
A half-empty 500-milliliter bottle of water and medicine he’d bought from a convenience store lay within reach.
*Whoosh.*
It was the moment Kim Sang-deok reached toward the medicine.
*Click.*
In the darkness of the empty room, someone seized his wrist.
“Gasp!”
Startled, Kim Sang-deok stared at the hand gripping his wrist.
The skin, completely decomposed, was a vivid crimson, and the stench emanating from the body was overwhelming.
The reek of decay and the stench of blood.
And the smell of char.
“Who… who are you…?”
It was only after Kim Sang-deok’s face went pale and he lifted his head to see the face of the hand’s owner that he saw it.
A hideously charred face he could scarcely bear to look upon met his gaze.
The body of the one whose flesh had melted into the ring.
The Victim Spirit who had breathed their last in the furnace.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Kim Sang-deok’s eyes rolled back as he let out a piercing scream.
In his fading consciousness, the last thing Kim Sang-deok saw was the Victim Spirit’s fingers toying with his ring.
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Thud!
A neighborhood where Kim Sang-deok lived—affordable, unremarkable.
Shin Yoseph stepped out of the passenger seat and cast a glance toward Secretary Jo at the wheel before moving forward.
“Wait here.”
Secretary Jo nodded in acknowledgment from inside the car, and Shin Yoseph dialed Kang Hyung-seok on his phone.
Brrrring.
“How far are you?”
(I’ll be there soon. Don’t wait for me.)
The urgency was audible in his tone.
Behind Kang Hyung-seok’s voice, the heavy rumble of a car engine thrummed steadily.
Click.
After hanging up, Shin Yoseph crouched in front of Kim Sang-deok’s house and peered inside.
A semi-basement apartment.
Aluminum window frames had been installed, and security bars were in place, but cobwebs, dust, and a musty stench emanated from within.
“Kim Sang-deok!”
Shin Yoseph called into the dark interior, but no response came.
“Can you hear me? Kim Sang-deok! Answer me!”
Someone appeared to be lying inside.
Shin Yoseph turned on his phone’s flashlight and illuminated the interior, then clicked his tongue.
A person in immediate need of help lay right before me, yet this damned cheap security bar blocked the way.
If Kang Hyung-seok were here, what would that gorilla of a man do?
After a brief moment of thought, I straightened my knees from the crouch.
Then, like kicking a soccer ball, I slammed my foot against the security bar and window.
Crash!
Secretary Jo, startled, got out of the car, but Shin Yoseph didn’t stop.
Crack! Bang! Bang!
After kicking away the rotted brown security bar and tearing it free, I muttered groans and curses.
Then I looked inside again and confirmed that Kim Sang-deok was indeed collapsed with his hand reaching toward medicine.
“Director!”
Secretary Jo tried to stop me, but I left only a word to wait and entered the house.
I pushed the collapsed Kim Sang-deok out through the window, and Secretary Jo, who had rushed over, caught him.
“Please take care of the cleanup here.”
“Director….”
“Handle it. I’d rather not end up on the news over something like this.”
Secretary Jo, understanding it was a joke, offered an awkward laugh, and I approached the car while supporting Kim Sang-deok.
In the meantime, Secretary Jo actually began calling the Company’s Legal Team.
Thud!
After laying Kim Sang-deok down in the back seat, I set the navigation to the Orphanage.
There was a Nun I knew there—a place I had been supporting for years.
Vrrrrm.
And it was the place where I first confirmed Kang Hyung-seok’s abilities approaching from afar.
“Shin Yoseph!”
Kang Hyung-seok shouted as he got out of the car, and Shin Yoseph rolled down the driver’s window and called back to him.
“He’s unconscious! I’m moving him to a safe place now, so follow me!”
“Got it!”
Shin Yoseph ducked his head back into the car, and Kang Hyung-seok climbed into his own vehicle.
Then I began following Shin Yoseph as he led the way out of the alley.
Vroom!
Throughout the pursuit, I had to struggle to quiet the storm of thoughts in my mind.
‘What the hell is this. Damn it.’
Shin Yoseph wouldn’t be able to see it.
There were things only those with spiritual sight could perceive—and especially those like me who had been chosen by a god.
Ssshhh.
Black smoke pouring from Shin Yoseph’s car.
And a dark silhouette moving in the back seat where Kim Sang-deok lay.
The one who died in the furnace was hovering over Kim Sang-deok.
And when it looked at me with eyes scorched by the heat, my head throbbed with pain.
‘Please, please.’
I understand what you endured.
Dying in the factory at such a young age—how immense must be your attachment to life.
Even in death, you couldn’t rest in peace, bound instead as a spirit.
Because I am who I am, I could understand that suffering and resentment.
‘So please, just stay still for now.’
I had to exert every effort to ignore the Victim Spirit that continued to move.
In the meantime, Shin Yoseph’s car arrived in front of the Orphanage, and I pulled up beside it.
Creak!
The moment I opened the rear door, a stale stench rushed out.
“Ugh.”
Shin Yoseph caught the smell too and grimaced, while I lifted Kim Sang-deok and hoisted him onto my shoulders.
“Go ahead and prepare!”
Shin Yoseph nodded in response and immediately ran toward the Orphanage.
Meanwhile, I slipped my arm behind Kim Sang-deok’s knees and gripped my wrist.
It was one of the emergency techniques I’d learned in the military—also called the shoulder carry.
With Kim Sang-deok secured on one shoulder and my other hand holding the bag containing the ritual implements, I began moving.
Thud, thud.
With the weight of two people pressing down, each step felt heavy.
“Huff!”
Why does an unconscious person feel several times heavier than they should?
I exhaled hot breath and made my way toward the Orphanage, and moments later, Shin Yoseph came running back out to guide me to the room.
It was a storage-like space with an unused bed sitting in the corner.
Click.
Shin Yoseph locked the door from inside, and I laid Kim Sang-deok on the bed.
It was a single-sized bed.
Because the bed was small, Kim Sang-deok’s arm hung limply over the edge, and I retrieved the ritual implements from my bag first.
Clang!
“Ancestors of the distant past and recent past, parents left and right, inner and outer ancestors, all deceased elders male and female, brothers and uncles, cousins and relatives, those without descendants and wandering spirits.”
Shin Yoseph’s gaze followed me as I recited the incantation.
His eyes asked if there was anything he could do to help.
“On this day, if the spirits and souls of the honored ancestors have come, accept this offering of all manner of foods.”
Whoosh.
Shin Yoseph retrieved items one by one from the bag I indicated with my chin.
Then he discovered a small container filled with salt.
Splash.
White salt scattered across Kim Sang-deok’s body.
“Grant virtue to the virtuous, turn misfortune aside, spare us from wind and rain, calamity and chaos, grant us fortune and blessings, and pass the remaining years and fortune to our descendants.”
Until my long incantation ended, Kim Sang-deok remained as motionless as a corpse.
Clang!
I shook the Shaman’s Bell and closed my lips.
“What’s the problem?”
“…The deceased’s attachment is strong.”
“Should I try?”
I nodded vigorously and stepped back.
Then Shin Yoseph came forward in my place and placed his hand on Kim Sang-deok’s chest.
“Lord, use me as your instrument.”
As I watched Shin Yoseph pray in a heavy, forceful voice, my gaze shifted to Kim Sang-deok.
“Where there is coldness, let there be love; where there is conflict, let there be forgiveness; where there is division, let there be unity.”
A solemn atmosphere was taking shape, yet Kim Sang-deok still hadn’t moved a single finger.
‘A finger?’
Only then did I notice the ring on Kim Sang-deok’s finger.
“Wait.”
I carefully stood beside Shin Yoseph and tried to remove the ring from Kim Sang-deok’s finger.
But the ring wouldn’t budge, as if it had been welded on.
“Where there is doubt, let there be faith; where there is error, let there be truth; where there is despair, let there be hope.”
Shin Yoseph continued praying and observing the situation, while I gritted my teeth and withdrew, unable to remove the stubborn ring.
‘I need a different approach.’
The ring won’t come off because of the attachment.
Then I must address that attachment itself.
“…Food is needed.”
Means beyond the incantation are necessary.
A victim spirit with such deep attachment requires something to soothe its soul.
Even in the Jari-geotgi, a ritual to guide spirits to the afterlife, alcohol and food are offered to the deceased.
“The kitchen.”
I muttered the words, and Shin Yoseph immediately pointed me in the right direction.
It was the way to the kitchen where I had once grilled pork with Shin Yoseph.
The door burst open with a heavy thud!
I bolted toward the kitchen, while Shin Yoseph, left alone, focused his mind and continued the next verse of his prayer.
“Grant me the grace to bring light to darkness, and joy to places of sorrow.”
At that moment, someone was watching me from the end of the corridor as I ran.
“Um, um, what happened? What about that person from before?”
It was the Nun.
Rather than explain, I told her where I needed to go.
“I need food and alcohol!”
“C-come this way!”
Understanding the urgency, the Nun took the lead and ran, and I soon arrived at the kitchen on the first floor.
The refrigerator door swung open!
I began arranging food onto the tray the Nun had brought.
The Nun tried to help by taking out food, but I stopped her.
“I’ll arrange the food myself.”
Not just any food could be used.
It was best to avoid scaleless fish like eel or catfish, and foods with strong garlic or red chili powder should not be offered either.
Peaches, believed to have the power to drive away spirits, were also excluded.
The tray clinked softly.
Once I had gathered the necessary food, I lifted the tray.
It was heavy with the weight of the alcohol as well.

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