An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 365

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Chapter 365
Part 3. I Am Your Chain (2)
“Exhume!”
Crack!
“Exhume!”
Crack!
“Exhume!”
Crack!
Park Jun-o brought his shovel down upon the grave three times.
The Tomb Keeper accompanied him, heavy machinery for the exhumation stood ready, and his family members watched from a distance.
“I was quite worried about the weather, but fortunately it’s turned out well.”
“Yes.”
After Park Jun-o stepped back from striking the first blow, the Tomb Keeper approached and clicked his tongue.
“But was there a particular reason you had to perform the exhumation on a day like today?”
“It was the day my father designated in his will.”
“Ah, I see.”
As if such occurrences happened from time to time, the Tomb Keeper asked nothing further.
Park Jun-o found that unfortunate.
He would have preferred if he had pressed the matter.
Then he might have learned whether there were other circumstances like this.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Watching the heavy machinery scoop up earth in great heaps, Park Jun-o’s expression was one of a man who desperately wanted a cigarette.
Yet lighting one at the site of his father’s exhumation seemed improper, so he had to restrain himself.
His mind was turbulent.
Why, despite their tight finances, had his father so desperately wanted this exhumation?
And why had he designated this very day, right up until the moment of his passing?
Crunch, crunch.
Earth poured like rain from the excavator’s bucket.
Less than half a year had passed since the burial, and now came the exhumation.
There was no surplus of funds for such an expense, yet his father had been so insistent about it in life that there was no choice.
“Honey.”
His wife spoke to him with worry and discontent mingled across her face, and Park Jun-o shook his head heavily.
“You know how earnestly our father impressed this upon us.”
“Sigh.”
The Tomb Keeper glanced over as if wondering whether there might be some story he was unaware of, while his wife exhaled a sigh of frustration.
She was likely calculating in her mind how many months of living expenses this sum represented.
Park Jun-o too found the cost regrettable and wasteful.
Yet there was no choice.
His father had left behind certain words spoken in life.
When the time came, all would be revealed.
There’s no need to live so earnestly.
Don’t live virtuously. And forget about religion altogether.
Volunteer work? Pathetic fool. Who are you imitating, wasting your time on such nonsense?
Doing good for others only benefits them. I need to prosper. Me.
When the time comes, everything will be undone.
When that day arrives, you’ll thank your father.
Me! For you! After everything I’ve done!
My grave must be exhumed on that exact day. Even after I die, there’s something I must witness.
‘What on earth could that be?’
What was it that drove you to live this way?
Why did you spend a lifetime shunning good deeds, driving nails through others’ hearts, and yearning for prosperity devoid of all meaning?
Park Jun-o watched the coffin gradually emerge, his face desperate for answers.
Whoosh.
A white cloth was spread across the ground.
The remains were ready to be collected, yet concern etched itself across the Tomb Keeper’s face.
He had to signal Park Jun-o, who in turn had to tell his Wife to turn away.
After only six months of reburial, the corpse’s condition might be severely compromised.
Crack!
The coffin lid, hardened solid for half a year, began to open.
Park Jun-o watched tensely while the worker strained against the stubborn lid.
His forearms bulged, veins threatening to burst from the effort.
Splinter!
The lid burst open and tumbled to the side, and in that instant, the Tomb Keeper’s face went deathly pale.
“Ugh! U-u-ugh!”
Such a reaction upon seeing the deceased was disrespectful.
Yet the Tomb Keeper, upon glimpsing the remains within, abandoned even the decorum he’d upheld with bone-deep discipline.
He had never witnessed remains in such a state.
“…Ah, ah, ah.”
Park Jun-o too froze in place with a groan, and his Wife, unable to resist her curiosity, turned her head to look inside the coffin.
“Kyaaaaaah!”
His Wife shrieked and collapsed onto the earthen floor.
The coffin contained far more than just a corpse.
Slither, slither.
A massive black serpent, thick as a man’s torso, coiled within, and the coffin was filled with water.
Because of this, the deceased’s body, unable even to decompose, had swollen like a balloon, eyes wide open in a horrified stare.
“Ah, Father, Father!”
Park Jun-o collapsed beside his Wife, trembling like an aspen leaf.
What had the deceased witnessed with those bleached, discolored eyes?
What had he seen, and what ordeal had he endured?
“Father!”
“Uh, uh-uh!”
“Stay with me!”
The workers rushed toward Park Jun-o, who was calling out to his unresponsive father and losing consciousness.
Slither, sssslither.
In that moment, the serpent gazed at the corpse within the coffin, flicked its crimson tongue, and then vanished into the undergrowth as though nothing concerned it anymore.
Yet the deceased remained contorted in agony, arms still clasped to his chest, his face twisted as though he had witnessed some unbearable, terrifying hell itself.
This was the end of a man who, long ago, had sought to summon a Demon for his own wealth and fortune.
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[Broadcast starting 3… 2… 1]
Pop!
“Hello! I’m Yoon Sang!”
Yoon Sang turned on the broadcast from a quiet road.
The sun had already set, and the location was far enough from residential areas that he felt no discomfort pointing the camera at himself.
[Oh, a sudden broadcast?]
[What’s going on?]
[No notice?]
[Isn’t today supposed to be your day off?]
“Just turned it on for a moment. I can’t stream long and might have to shut down suddenly.”
As Yoon Sang spoke hesitantly, the chat flooded with responses.
Most messages asked if something good had happened.
Yoon Sang sniffled and looked up at the sky.
Rain didn’t seem likely.
The scattered clouds were tinged softly by moonlight, creating a serene atmosphere that soothed the heart.
“I arranged to meet my older brother today.”
[On a weekday?]
[He probably got off work. lol]
[Ah.]
[But tomorrow’s a weekday too—meeting at this hour?]
[He probably took a day off. lol]
[Ah.]
The viewers’ banter among themselves wasn’t unpleasant.
Yoon Sang smiled faintly and glanced both ways down the road before speaking.
“My older brother apparently resolved something, so we’re going to explore that location together. I’ll take lots of photos and videos to share.”
[???]
[Is he really a salaryman? That older brother?]
[Wait, how long has it been since the abandoned school incident?]
[That guy seems to have something going on.]
How does this guy keep getting caught up in incidents every single time? Seriously…
“I think it might be because he’s such a good person.”
Yoon Sang continued speaking as he observed the road, where vehicles rarely appeared.
“You know how it is. The better people are, the more they get caught up in all sorts of trouble.”
[OO]
[We have someone like that at our company too.]
Sometimes when I see it, it breaks my heart.
[Always working himself to the bone but never getting back what he deserves.]
[I hope that hyung doesn’t end up like that.]
[ㅇㅇㅇㅇㅇㅇ]
[He’s always quietly looking out for Yoon Sang. Hey Yoon Sang, if you have a conscience, you better take good care of your hyung.]
“Ugh! I’m really trying my best to take care of him!”
Yoon Sang felt so wronged that he practically bounced in his seat.
Still, not all of the chat felt unfair to him.
There were things he agreed with.
“I really hope that hyung does better, gets more recognition, gets more in return. Honestly, he’s not someone who should just be an ordinary office worker.”
The Kang Hyung-seok I knew was someone who deserved far greater success than this.
I didn’t know what his office life was really like.
He seemed to earn recognition from his superiors because of his diligence and sincerity, but compared to his talent and accomplishments, it all felt woefully insufficient.
Whiiiing!
Yoon Sang shook his head as he watched a luxury SUV approaching from the distance, its headlights sweeping across the road.
For a moment he thought it might be Kang Hyung-seok, but his car wasn’t nearly as upscale as that.
“Anyway everyone, the place we’re heading to today is….”
So when the SUV came to a stop right in front of him, his words naturally trailed off.
[??]
[Something wrong?]
[What is it?]
Since the camera was pointed at him, the viewers who couldn’t see what was happening bombarded him with questions, and just as Yoon Sang was wondering what was going on, the window rolled down.
Ziiing.
“Huh? Hyung!”
Kang Hyung-seok, noticing the broadcast was still on, brought his index finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, and Yoon Sang examined the vehicle with startled eyes.
He then covered the camera lens with his palm, climbed into the car, and repositioned the angle so only his face was visible.
“G-guys, I just ran into my hyung. I’ll turn the broadcast back on later.”
[What?]
[Something wrong?]
[Why does his voice sound like that.]
“There’s something I need to take care of! I’ll explain later!”
Pop.
Yoon Sang turned off the broadcast and looked at Kang Hyung-seok with wide eyes as he fastened his seatbelt.
“Hyung, what’s going on? Did you get a new car?”
“No, a car? I’m just borrowing it for now.”
“Borrowing it? From who?”
“You know him. The person who gave you the job at the Company.”
“Ah!”
Yoon Sang’s mouth fell open as Shin Yoseph came to mind.
I knew he was wealthy.
But even so, I couldn’t easily understand why he’d so readily lend out a vehicle like this.
“Huh? The mileage is barely anything though? This is practically brand new.”
“He said to take it since I was going to meet you.”
“Wow, wow wow.”
Yoon Sang marveled even as he found it hard to believe.
From what I could tell, Shin Yoseph was someone who cared deeply about his cars, and he didn’t seem like the type to lend his vehicle to just anyone.
“Um… hyung, I’m asking just in case, but…”
“Hmm?”
Whirrrr.
Kang Hyung-seok began driving and glanced over briefly, and after thinking for a while, Yoon Sang opened his mouth.
“When did he say to return the car?”
“Why?”
“Oh, no reason. Just wondering.”
Kang Hyung-seok pondered for a moment, then spoke with a furrowed brow.
“He didn’t say much. Just told me to return it slowly later.”
“Ah… what about insurance then?”
“He said he set up a special rider so I can drive without any restrictions.”
Kang Hyung-seok’s expression suggested he found the wealthy truly incomprehensible, while Yoon Sang wore a rather subtle smile.
“Hyung, that… never mind.”
“What?”
“It’s nothing, hyung.”
Kang Hyung-seok looked at Yoon Sang with an expression of complete bewilderment and let out a small sigh.
“Since you said you’re just filming, I’m telling you—there won’t be any danger. Everything’s been arranged.”
“Yes, understood.”
“We’ll be making an offering to the Mountain Spirit, and that should be fine to include in your broadcast. I’m taking tomorrow off from the Company anyway, so there’s no rush with the filming.”
This was Kang Hyung-seok as he always was.
So oblivious to Shin Yoseph’s considerable kindness that Yoon Sang’s lips curved upward in a smile.
It’s because he’s this way that he can live like this.
It was a thought that struck me anew.

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