An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 319

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Chapter 318
Part 2. What Was Done in Harsh Places (1)
Tick, tick.
The first day of the golden holiday.
Kang Hyung-seok drove toward Daegu with Yoon Sang in the passenger seat.
The weather was clear and the breeze pleasantly warm, giving the impression of a casual drive with a younger acquaintance—ironically, our destination was a Haunted House.
“Wow! Hyung-seok, this is no joke.”
Yoon Sang, watching his phone from the passenger seat, shook his head in disbelief.
“What?”
“Well, even with just the broadcast on standby, 600 people have already joined. The chat is really active too.”
“How many usually show up?”
“Depressing numbers.”
Yoon Sang answered with sudden melancholy, and Kang Hyung-seok let out a bitter laugh.
It had been a very long time since Kang Hyung-seok had appeared on Yoon Sang’s broadcast.
From the day the announcement was posted, the community section had exploded with excitement, and the comments were filled with speculation and anticipation.
Kang Hyung-seok’s appearance had that much influence on Yoon Sang’s broadcast.
Vroom.
“You didn’t reveal the location, right?”
“Of course not! If I had, people could be hiding there already, or they might suddenly burst into the broadcast. If your identity gets exposed, I really can’t do this broadcast.”
Kang Hyung-seok nodded in understanding.
This was exactly the kind of person Yoon Sang was.
He would ask Kang Hyung-seok for help when necessary, but he wouldn’t grow his broadcast at the expense of causing trouble for Kang Hyung-seok.
That’s why I didn’t outright refuse even when such requests came in.
Tick, tick.
Yoon Sang looked at his phone and began reading the chat reactions without being asked.
“Where’s he broadcasting from? Doesn’t seem like a famous Haunted House. But what’s with the voice modulation notice? He said he’d apply filters to the whole broadcast.”
As Yoon Sang scrolled through the chat, his lips curved upward gently.
“There are so many people looking for you, hyung-seok. Really.”
“I hope it helps.”
“It definitely will. Oh, and by the way, I think there will be a lot of paid chat messages today? You should take all of those.”
“What?”
Since the road was quiet, Kang Hyung-seok turned his head to ask, and Yoon Sang connected a power bank to his phone with a look of certainty.
“You’re helping me on your day off without even resting. Of course I should do at least this much.”
“Still, not all of it. I’m not the kind of guy obsessed with money.”
“Think of it as your younger brother’s sincerity! And honestly, hyung-seok, if you help me like this once, my broadcast ranking will jump for about a month, you know?”
It was a kind of major event or catalyst.
I understood his feelings, but when Kang Hyung-seok was about to refuse the word “all of it” as too burdensome—
“If you don’t accept, I’ll be so sad I’ll cry? I really will?”
“Hey.”
“I’m not lying? I really mean it.”
Kang Hyung-seok regarded Yoon Sang with an expression that seemed to ask, “How does someone like this even exist?” before letting out a sigh.
“Do as you please. As you please.”
“Thank you so much, hyung!”
“Ugh, you’re so loud.”
Yoon Sang pressed his lips together with exaggerated theatricality.
With the car now mercifully quiet, Kang Hyung-seok could drive with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
‘A Haunted House, then….’
Honestly, I wasn’t keen on it.
A Haunted House is a damp place, a location where yin energy accumulates.
Just as the living feel uplifted when entering a home bathed in sunlight and blessed with good fortune, Victim Spirits gather in places where stagnant yin energy pools.
A Haunted House is the home of Victim Spirits.
I couldn’t approve of thoughtlessly barging into such places with a camera, disturbing the rest of those spirits, yet if what they sought was ascension or aid, I was prepared to grant it.
Thud, thud-thud.
The bag I’d prepared just in case for ascension rites rattled with a heavy sound from the back seat.
Kang Hyung-seok cast a brief glance toward the back seat before turning his attention to the navigation system.
The remaining distance wasn’t far.
Thump.
“Hyung, you rest! I’ll get the broadcast equipment ready!”
Yoon Sang stepped out of the car and began fastening a camera harness around his body like a belt, while Kang Hyung-seok surveyed the surroundings from beside the vehicle.
Why was I craving a cup of coffee?
It wasn’t even early in the day.
“Yoon Sang.”
“Yes?”
“Where exactly is this place?”
“Didn’t I mention it? The Abandoned High School.”
“Right…?”
Kang Hyung-seok answered while gazing at the sprawling buildings before him.
Honestly, even hearing it called a high school, I questioned whether this was truly a school at all.
There was a school grounds, but weeds grew rampant across it, and murky ice had settled into the rain-carved pits and excavations.
The unattended exterior walls of the school building were layered with water stains and moss as if covered in grimy paint, and the very sight seemed to emanate a fishy, acrid stench.
“Whenever you’re ready, hyung, we can start the broadcast!”
Yoon Sang called out, but Kang Hyung-seok made no reply and instead moved his steps toward the school building.
Passing broken water fountains and statues ensnared by withered vines, he exhaled a heavy sigh through his nose.
‘Nothing particularly stands out.’
Aside from the broken glass shards scattered about from neglect, there was nothing that appeared especially dangerous.
At least, I sensed no trace of Victim Spirits aggressive enough to attack like a Malevolent Spirit would.
“Hyung?”
Perhaps it was my prolonged silence.
Sensing something ominous, Yoon Sang called out from a distance, and Kang Hyung-seok turned his gaze from the abandoned school toward him, drawing his lips upward into a smile.
“No, let’s begin.”
And Kang Hyung-seok turned away from the Abandoned High School, approaching Yoon Sang.
The Abandoned High School, stained crimson by the setting sun, loomed like a blood-soaked giant watching over both of them.
“Then I’ll get started now.”
On the School Grounds, Yoon Sang watched Kang Hyung-seok standing outside the frame and touched the trackpad of the laptop in his hands.
[Broadcast starting in 3… 2… 1.]
“Hello! This is Yoon Sang!”
An Internet Broadcasting stream.
Since voice modulation was necessary, I had to proceed with a laptop rather than a smartphone, and though it was inconvenient, the strap slung across my body helped distribute the device’s weight.
[Wow, it’s finally open.]
[lol lol lol]
[Where’s that hyung?]
[Waiting room lol so many people lolol]
[Hyung show us quickly.]
[What’s the angle lol face shot lolol]
[Is that an Abandoned High School in the back? The atmosphere is intense. lol]
[Where is this?]
The moment the broadcast began, roughly a thousand viewers who had been waiting flooded the chat, and Yoon Sang clenched his teeth, struggling to contain his excitement at the overwhelming response after so long.
“Phew! But why are you all only looking for hyung? That’s too much.”
[lololol]
[Yoon Sang, that’s how it is.]
[But why does your voice sound like that?]
[The modulation is really heavy. Yikes]
[Is the broadcast quality off?]
[Seems like an equipment issue.]
[Is the mic broken?]
“Ah, I see some of you missed the announcement. It’s a live broadcast. Hyung will only appear through voice, so I applied modulation just in case. And since I’ll keep switching the modulation filter throughout, please don’t try to extract the original audio using AI.”
[Wow….]
[That’s thorough. Yikes]
[Some guilty people must be here.]
[Definitely. lol]
Yoon Sang continued reading the incoming chat messages before shifting his gaze toward Kang Hyung-seok.
The opening had gone well, and the eerie atmosphere was properly established by the Abandoned High School setting and the poor broadcast conditions of using a laptop camera.
Now all Kang Hyung-seok needed to do was make his presence known.
Jingle-jangle!
It was right after Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell off-screen.
[What is that.]
[A bell sound….]
[It’s hyung.]
[Hyung’s here.]
[Hyung has arrived.]
A brief silence in the chat window shattered as reactions mentioning Kang Hyung-seok poured in like a flood.
“Tae sang wal hwang cheon ji a hwang ji jae a il wol jo a seong sin yeong a je seon geo a sa myeong yeong a tae eul rim a.”
Yoon Sang, who had been watching Kang Hyung-seok recite the Taeul Bosin Gyeong, moved only his eyes toward the chat window.
‘He’s insane.’
[Wow, a scripture.]
[Is this the first time hyung has recited a scripture on broadcast?]
[I don’t think I’ve heard it before.]
Is that scripture actually real? Crazy.
[OO]
[Searched it up, seems to be the Taeul Bosin Gyeong? It protects the body.]
[Wow….]
A heavy and solemn atmosphere—one rarely seen in his usual broadcasts—had firmly settled into the chat window.
Kling-kling-kling!
If only I could broadcast Kang Hyung-seok shaking the Shaman’s Bell while reciting the scripture, how wonderful that would be.
Yoon Sang watched him with genuine regret, and when the chat window’s temperature rose like heated steel, the scripture came to an end.
“Let’s go.”
“Y-yes!”
Yoon Sang turned the laptop away from Kang Hyung-seok and pointed to the clothes lying on the floor.
Shaman’s robes.
They were cut generously enough that even if caught by the camera, one’s physique would be difficult to discern, and a mask to conceal the face had been prepared as well.
Rustle, rustle.
Kang Hyung-seok exhaled a silent sigh, donned the shaman’s robes, and moved toward the abandoned high school alongside Yoon Sang.
[Now that a Shaman is accompanying him, the whole feeling is completely different from usual.]
[It’s reassuring but also more terrifying.]
[Still, since it’s hyung, nothing strange should happen.]
[Honestly, I wish something scary would show up.]
“Hyung, watch your step.”
Yoon Sang turned back to Kang Hyung-seok as they passed through the entrance filled with broken glass shards.
A wide corridor, the peculiar sense of confinement that schools impose.
The sound of wind entering through broken windows.
Tap! Tap!
Long overgrown weeds swayed in the breeze, tapping against the window frames—contrary to the image of an empty school, the interior was filled with sound.
Gulp.
Yoon Sang, who swallowed hard enough to move his Adam’s apple visibly, aimed the laptop camera forward and carefully opened his mouth.
“Wow, the atmosphere really is…. Hyung, do you see anything unusual?”
It was right after Yoon Sang asked in a tone that hoped for something to appear.
Kling.
Kang Hyung-seok shook the Shaman’s Bell, blinked slowly, and opened his mouth.
“Don’t go into the Faculty Office.”
“Y-yes…?”
Kang Hyung-seok shook his head silently, his gaze sharp with a warning not to even glance toward the Faculty Office.
Frozen in place, Yoon Sang moved only the laptop, directing the camera toward the location labeled Faculty Office.
[Anything there?]
[The voice distortion makes it sound even more grotesque.]
[What the hell is that.]
[It’s actually terrifying….]
The chat echoed similar sentiments of unease, but Kang Hyung-seok merely exhaled heavily through his nose.
It seemed this Abandoned High School presented a different face from what could be seen from the outside.
Thud, thud.
As Yoon Sang and I passed the Faculty Office, I fixed my gaze upon the glass window.
A Victim Spirit whose form had collapsed beyond recognition—save for the burst blood vessels in its eyes—pressed its face flush against the glass, pursuing Yoon Sang and me relentlessly.

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