An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 35

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Chapter 34
Part 3. The Linen Cloth Waves Grandly (3)
Whiiiiiish.
The Factory Owner stared at the humidifier with clouded eyes.
It was as decrepit as the aging Factory Owner himself.
His Boss’s Daughter had salvaged it from a recycling bin.
And he’d been using it for quite some time.
The only maintenance it received was a cotton swab dipped in vinegar rubbed across its nozzle whenever the steam stopped flowing.
Every time he looked at the humidifier—a device that received only minimal care and could cease functioning at any moment without raising suspicion—the Factory Owner felt as though he were gazing at himself.
“Father, are you conscious today?”
His Boss’s Daughter, her hair completely white and age spots dotting her face, asked in a hoarse voice.
“Uuuuuu.”
A dilapidated one-room apartment.
The bathroom was outside, and you had to climb stairs just to reach it.
It wasn’t even owned—it was rented.
The Factory Owner, once master of a sprawling Textile Factory, lay upon a bedsheet crusted with dried discharge in this cramped corner of a room.
His trousers were removed, and he wore only an adult diaper.
“If you can hear me, grant me one wish.”
His Boss’s Daughter, now in her seventies, glared at him with a venomous gaze and continued.
“Just die today. Right now.”
Once, she had been such a precious daughter that he would have gladly endured any pain.
Now that same daughter poured curses upon him.
“Uuuuuu!”
As the Factory Owner flailed his atrophied arms, his Boss’s Daughter swatted them away as though brushing off flies.
“How much longer will you live? Clinging like a parasite, dragging my entire life down to this point—how much longer will you persist?”
“Uuuuuu.”
“You were foolish enough to be swindled, destroying the entire family! Mother and my brother both fled in the dead of night because they despised you, and they died in a traffic accident. So why are you still alive? Why!”
“Uuuuuuuuu!”
“Aaaagh! Please!”
Overwhelmed by emotion, his Boss’s Daughter curled inward, her eyes squeezed shut.
After weeping for a long while, she rose like a corpse.
She left only a reminder to take his medication on schedule before departing the room.
This was the same daughter he had once hired tutors for.
Now that daughter pulled a cart through the streets, collecting scrap paper.
‘I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. Father is so very sorry.’
The Factory Owner wept.
Everything had become entangled after I burned down the Factory and Kim Soon-hee.
For about ten years, things had proceeded smoothly.
But now, reflecting upon it, those years were merely the preparation period for the hell I was destined to face.
“Uuuuuuuu!”
The death of his family, fraud, fleeing from debt collectors.
Even on holidays, I couldn’t visit the place where I scattered my son and wife’s ashes.
I was terrified of being caught by the debt collectors.
“Waaah! Waaaaaah!”
The Factory Owner flailed his arms weakly as he wept.
Only my daughter remained, and I was sorry that her illness had stolen her future.
Crackle.
Was it from the bedsores covering my body?
A cockroach crawled onto his body, twitching its antennae before burying its head into the festering wound.
“Aaaaah!”
The Factory Owner thrashed his arms as the cockroach devoured his living flesh, but the insect paid no mind, greedily gnawing away at the rotting tissue.
‘I want to die. I want to die.’
Unable to even drive the cockroach away, the Factory Owner desperately wished for his life to end.
Yet cruelly, life continued on.
As if he were meant to suffer punishment for a very long time while still alive.
“Waaaaaaaaah.”
The Factory Owner burst into tears and wailed like a beast.
It was then.
Light flickered across the Factory Owner’s clouded eyes.
“Wuh! Wuuuh!”
A room that should only contain himself.
There was another presence here.
The one watching him was not alone.
Something like black mist.
And standing among them, a familiar woman.
“Waaaaaah! Wuuuh!”
Recognizing her, the Factory Owner shook his body frantically.
Though his breath grew ragged and his face turned crimson, he could not tear his eyes away from the woman.
Kim Soon-hee.
The woman I burned to death.
“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”
Kim Soon-hee stared at the Factory Owner, her appearance exactly as it had been in life, her face even seeming peaceful.
Though the black entities beside her terrified him, the Factory Owner feared Kim Soon-hee far more.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
I understood.
This was the moment I had so desperately wished for—the end of my life.
And I also understood why Kim Soon-hee had come for me.
Kim Soon-hee had come to take me away.
To hell.
To a place where endless, unrelenting torment awaited—suffering that would never end and never become familiar.
“Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh!”
Gripped by a terror he’d never known, the Factory Owner shrieked as he stared into Kim Soon-hee’s eyes.
He’d thought his life was hell.
He’d believed this was punishment for killing Kim Soon-hee.
But he was mistaken.
The punishment heaven was raining down upon him had only just begun.
“Kiiiieeeeeeaaaahhhhh!”
The Factory Owner’s limbs convulsed as foam and despair spilled from his gaping mouth.
Kim Soon-hee’s gaze bearing down upon him was unbearably, impossibly terrifying.
***
【Broadcast starting 3… 2… 1】
Click.
The pitch-black screen flooded with a cheerful sky blue.
“Hello, my beloved viewers!”
A man draped in a traditional robe like a shaman greeted the audience beyond the camera with a smile.
“Sorry for the unannounced emergency broadcast. Wow, but so many of you came in anyway.”
Yoon Sang.
Five years into streaming, averaging between 300 to 800 concurrent viewers.
A broadcaster who could actually make a living from internet streaming alone.
And also the man whose collar Kang Hyung-seok had grabbed.
[Oppa! You’re so handsome!]
[What kind of broadcast is this? A male cam show?]
[There’s no one left who doesn’t know Yoon Sang. lol]
Watching the viewer reactions on his secondary monitor, Yoon Sang’s smile became even more pronounced.
Passionate responses from female viewers and paid chat messages erupted across the screen.
But soon Yoon Sang’s brow furrowed.
[Soar, you phoenix of lies.]
[Welcome back, phoenix. lol]
“I’m not a fraud! That’s actually why I turned on the broadcast! Did anyone miss the stream earlier?”
[There was a broadcast earlier?]
[It was live at dawn.]
“Yeah, I went live around 1 AM. There was some trouble then, so I shut it down pretty quick. This is a broadcast where I do haunted house experiences, horror story readings, shaman interviews—that kind of thing.”
[Oh, viewer participation too?]
New viewers like this showed up from time to time.
Yoon Sang pointed below the camera with his finger.
To the viewers, it would appear he was indicating the guide text beneath the broadcast window.
“There’s a link to my personal chat room, so just apply through there.”
[It’s exactly like Gashiri’s Horror Radio. No creativity, you hack. Why do you even do this.]
Click.
【YourLastConscience has been forcibly removed from the broadcast.】
“There was a bit of a commotion earlier.”
Yoon Sang dismissed the troll with practiced ease and checked the chat reactions.
[Crazy troublemaker cut. Hahahaha]
[I missed the broadcast earlier—what happened?]
[Got schooled earlier and the stream ended abruptly.]
Yoon Sang grew even more indignant than when the troll appeared.
“It wasn’t schooling! What do you mean schooling?! Anyway, to put it briefly, I went to the Osan Haunted House and got shut down by the authorities, so the broadcast ended suddenly.”
I saw that. lol
[Clips are already circulating.]
[Your face showed?]
[No, only the body appears. That’s why you hear the sound of jujak. lol]
“It’s not fake!”
Yoon Sang covered his face and sighed, watching the chat through his fingers.
Half the messages were calling it fake.
“Come on, my beloved viewers—I’m in my fifth year of streaming. Have I ever faked anything? No, right? Even the Sumoknamu Wiki doesn’t have an incidents section for me.”
[That’s because….]
“I’m really hurt. Anyway, I didn’t keep the camera on, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t see the haunted house, you know?”
[?]
[??????]
[?????]
[Hook Collector ㄷㄷ]
Yoon Sang adjusted the angle of his webcam, preparing to say something more serious.
With his face more prominently displayed, he continued with his arms crossed.
“When I experience haunted houses, I carry multiple pieces of equipment, right? A thermal imaging camera?”
[Thermal camera, genius.]
Click.
【FactPatrolFan has been forcibly removed.】
“Anyway, with a thermal imaging camera, I can see from a distance. When I experience haunted houses, I also have infrared sensors and sound detectors—you know I have to bring all of that, right?”
[Yeah]
[When the camera doesn’t pick up sound, the detector sometimes catches weird noises.]
[For real?]
[Go watch the edited YouTube version.]
“With all that equipment, I could see everything from a distance, and when I looked at this person, there seemed to be something there.”
[What did you see?]
Yeah, total BS lol
[It’s not fake, you idiot.]
Did that person even do a gut or something? lol
“Yes. From what I saw, it looked like they performed a ritual.”
Yoon Sang glanced subtly at the chat reactions.
The message count had decreased—a sign that viewers were beginning to focus intently on his words.
What the hell.
Why is the Shaman watching that place?
“Exactly! That’s why I was uncertain too, but I saw what he was doing inside. I even heard the Shaman’s Bell ringing.”
Yoon Sang examined the chat window with a genuinely serious expression.
What he had witnessed was far from ordinary.
It had been five years since he’d shifted from a typical male streamer to horror content.
Even for someone who’d seen everything, this was unusual—and the viewers’ reactions reflected their keen interest.
[Ooh, that’s creepy.]
[A Shaman performing a ritual at a Haunted House at dawn?]
[Tell us more.]
“Beloved viewers, that was 1 AM. Those who know understand—rituals aren’t normally performed at that hour.”
[Why?]
[Is it because that’s the Hour of the Ox?]
[What’s the Hour of the Ox?]
[The time when spirits roam freely.]
[If you mess up a ritual then, spirits possess you.]
As expected from a long-running broadcast, the viewers were well-informed.
[But why would he perform a ritual at that time?]
[Isn’t he not actually a Shaman?]
[He’s probably just pretending to be one.]
[He’s insane. lol]
“No.”
Yoon Sang spoke firmly to the viewers, refusing to let them disparage Kang Hyung-seok.
“I watched him finish everything and sit in front of the Warehouse. But here’s the thing—the Haunted House is no longer a Haunted House.”
[?]
[??]
[??]
Question marks flooded the chat as expected.
Viewers demanded explanations from Yoon Sang, even using paid messages.
Yet Yoon Sang kept his arms crossed, silently recalling the image of Kang Hyung-seok and the Haunted House.
A thousand won, two thousand won in paid chat—that wasn’t what mattered.
This might be the most significant material of his entire broadcasting career.
“A Haunted House has a distinctive aura. There’s this uncomfortable, unwelcoming atmosphere. But when that person came out, it all vanished completely.”
[shivering] or [trembling]
[Is this real? If it’s real, that’s insane.]
[Ascension is scary]
[Haunted House CLEARED]
The serious atmosphere he’d established was working.
The trolls, the fabricators, those mocking Kang Hyung-seok—all vanished.
[How old is that Haunted House for you to believe that?]
[Liar bird lol]
“A lot of BJs visit that place.”
Yoon Sang stared at the chat window as if glaring at it, his brows narrowing.
“Watch their broadcasts later. You’ll see—’That’s weird, doesn’t look like a haunted house at all?’ Comments like that appear one hundred percent of the time.”
Is this really ascended? Creepy.
[Didn’t they say earth-bound spirits are hard to exorcise?]
[Who exactly is that person?]
[When I watched the broadcast earlier, their clothes looked like a regular person’s.]
[Not shamanic robes?]
[ㅇㅇ I’m a completely ordinary person. Just the attire of an office worker.]
[Like the friend in a creepypasta.]
The moment Yoon Sang read that chat message, his eyes widened.
It felt like an indescribable image suddenly crystallized into clarity.
“Exactly that feeling! You nailed it. In creepypastas, sometimes it’s not a shaman but someone nearby who solves the problem or helps, right?”
[OO]
[Yeah. Those kinds of stories.]
[I’ve heard a lot of them on Gasiri’s Horror Radio.]
“Every time we see those creepypastas, we think the same thing. ‘I wish a person like that really existed. I wish they were next to us.’ That kind of thought.”
[I mean, they do exist….]
[But would someone like that really exist?]
[If they did, that’d be insane.]
Yoon Sang thought the same way.
In this broadcast niche, the top spot belonged to Gasiri’s Horror Radio.
Yoon Sang hovered around eighth place, and it felt like this stagnant landscape might finally be overturned.
To do that, I needed a character with clear distinction and star power.
“From what I’ve seen, that person is exactly that kind of figure.”
Lost in thought, Yoon Sang fell silent for a moment.
That silence became a dramatic effect in itself.
[For real? You’re not lying;;]
[Why so serious.]
[If it’s real, bring them on a collab.]
You have to be there for me to pick you up. lol
Yoon Sang wet his lips with his tongue, then spoke.
“Yes. I’ll try to find them.”
[Huh?]
[Really? A collab is possible?]
No, seriously, for real? That’s crazy.
[Should I clip this? Should I really clip this?]
[Mom, I got clipped. ^^/]
As doubt began to fade, the viewers grew excited at Yoon Sang’s declaration.
“I’m going to search carefully, so if you happen to suspect anyone suspicious around you, please report it to me. I feel like I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I miss someone like this.”
[Where do we report?]
[The chat, you idiot.]
[Let’s do a collaboration!]
[Let’s go viral!]
[I’m holding my breath until the collaboration happens. Inhale!]
[That’s what’s written on the tombstone, Professor.]
The chat erupted in a frenzy of responses.
Seven hundred viewers.
For an unannounced broadcast at such an awkward hour, it was quite a substantial audience.
Did Kang Hyung-seok know?
That so many people were searching for him?
“I’ll wrap up the broadcast here! Thank you for joining at such an odd time, and I pray we can find that person!”
[Tell us more stories.]
[Bye.]
[Whoa, I just arrived—what was the content about?]
[An edited version will probably go up later.]
Yoon Sang moved the mouse with a determined expression.
Let me really give this my all.
If I do this right, becoming the top horror BJ isn’t impossible.
By digging persistently into haunted houses, abandoned mansions, and places where ghosts are said to appear, I’ll eventually meet him again.
With that thought, Yoon Sang clicked the mouse.
Click.
【The broadcast has ended.】

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