An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 59

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Chapter 58
Part 3. Show Me Your Worth (2)
To be honest, I wasn’t in the best mood.
After all, he was essentially saying he wanted to test me.
Kang Hyung-seok leaned his head against the passenger seat window and sighed, while Shin Yoseph drove the SUV forward in silence.
‘Fine, drive carefully then.’
Let’s see where we’re headed.
Whether it’s ruins, an abandoned house, or a haunted house.
Go anywhere you want.
Whoosh.
Kang Hyung-seok checked the time on his wristwatch and gazed out at the scenery beyond the car window.
Being a weekday morning, the road and streets weren’t particularly crowded.
Given that my line of work often involved fieldwork, this landscape wasn’t unfamiliar, yet something about this situation felt different—striking me in an unexpected way.
“Think of it as a drive.”
“It’s work.”
At Kang Hyung-seok’s blunt remark, the corners of Shin Yoseph’s mouth lifted briefly before falling again.
“Well, it is work, I suppose.”
A meeting with a client from a business partner.
If I thought of it that way, there was nothing wrong with this situation.
Kang Hyung-seok exhaled deeply, puffing out his cheeks, and determination kindled in his eyes with renewed focus.
Many of my business meeting clients enjoy hiking.
With them, I’d smile and forfeit my weekends to climb mountains, or if they preferred drinking, I’d gladly fill their glasses.
Accompanying Shin Yoseph was no different.
Rumble!
After driving for some time, the car gradually slowed as it approached a building.
“A cathedral?”
“An orphanage.”
Shin Yoseph parked the car in front of the building, which had the appearance of a small cathedral, and got out, with Kang Hyung-seok following behind.
“Father Ignatius! What brings you here?”
A nun with her hair completely covered rushed out and greeted Shin Yoseph warmly.
“I came to see the children. And please, that title is a bit….”
The nun glanced at Kang Hyung-seok standing beside him and nodded with a hardened expression.
“Did you come because of that child?”
Shin Yoseph confirmed it, and the nun, seeming to understand the situation roughly, quietly stepped back.
Standing before the now-quiet orphanage, Kang Hyung-seok turned his gaze toward Shin Yoseph.
“That’s your baptismal name?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
This man definitely had a story.
Shin Yoseph, his complexion darkened, walked ahead, and Kang Hyung-seok followed directly behind him.
The orphanage interior carried an unfamiliar scent.
It was a smell—whether peculiar to religious facilities or to children themselves, I couldn’t quite tell.
The first and second floors were crowded with children, and Shin Yoseph had rushed toward me eagerly before catching sight of Kang Hyung-seok and retreating at a distance.
“Seems the children like you.”
Kang Hyung-seok spoke while observing the children hiding behind doorways and peering over stair railings, and Shin Yoseph let out a derisive snort in response.
“They’d better. Do you know how much sponsorship money flows into this place?”
Kang Hyung-seok glanced at his profile before looking away.
The more we conversed, the clearer it became.
The difference between when this man spoke truth and when he didn’t.
Footsteps.
Standing before the most secluded door at the end of the Third Floor Corridor, Shin Yoseph withdrew a car key from his pocket.
Then he unlocked the door with a small key attached to the ring.
In that instant, a familiar yet foreign and unwelcome odor struck my nostrils sharply.
Whirrrrrr.
Kang Hyung-seok watched the air purifier in the corner of the room activate and bit his lower lip.
“…What do you call it?”
At the words from beside me, Kang Hyung-seok opened his mouth while observing the bed in the center of the cramped room and the Boy lying upon it.
“A Malevolent Spirit.”
“We call it a Demon. Not a good phenomenon either way.”
Malevolent Spirits and Demons.
Clearly different entities, yet they seemed to share similarities.
Yet there appeared to be distinct differences as well.
Kang Hyung-seok pressed his lips firmly together at the sight of the air purifier’s red light, while Shin Yoseph brushed back the child’s damp bangs, slick with cold sweat.
“A Demon hiding behind a Malevolent Spirit is a subordinate. It’s not the one I’m looking for, but it will be similar to this.”
Because it was comprehensible, Kang Hyung-seok nodded.
“They say rough things attract rough things.”
Just look at Malevolent Spirits alone.
Cases of possession by a single Malevolent Spirit are surprisingly uncommon.
Once one Malevolent Spirit takes root in a body, others swarm like flies.
Sometimes possession by more than fifty occurs.
At this point, Shin Yoseph moved only his eyes to look at Kang Hyung-seok, then took a deep breath.
“Show me what you can do.”
That wasn’t truly what he wanted to say.
Otherwise, his gaze wouldn’t be so heavy and so laden with sorrow.
Kang Hyung-seok opened the envelope containing ritual implements and withdrew its contents one by one, then put them back.
“Why?”
“I should only use what’s necessary.”
I intended to use only what my hands were accustomed to.
The envelope contained all manner of ritual implements, but Kang Hyung-seok withdrew only a single exorcism blade.
“Don’t you use the Shaman’s Bell much?”
“I have one I’ve been using.”
I placed the ritual knife on the bed and turned my bag forward.
For a moment, Shin Yoseph’s gaze followed with incomprehension, but I silently withdrew a pencil case from the bag.
Inside this pencil case lay the Shaman’s Bell.
Ziiiiick.
As I unzipped and retrieved the Shaman’s Bell, Shin Yoseph’s face, which had been watching with bewilderment, hardened.
Though our paths differed, we lived remarkably similar lives.
That’s why Shin Yoseph could understand without explanation.
The Shaman’s Bell in my hand was no ordinary object.
Waraararang!
As the Shaman’s Bell chimed, Shin Yoseph naturally stepped back from the bed.
And at that moment,
Uuuuuuung!
The sound from the air purifier grew louder.
Simultaneously, the stench intensified, and Shin Yoseph wrinkled his nose bridge while I held my breath, looking down at the boy.
Though our meeting was born of work,
it was clear this person desperately needed help.
Warang! Wararang!
I shook the bell to purify the surroundings with sacred energy, then lifted the ritual knife.
The blade’s length was about the length of a forearm.
With such a blade, I swept it across the boy’s chest and around his head as he lay there, while Shin Yoseph watched without missing a single moment of the entire process.
“Cheongyeop-jiyeop chuksasalsin Omang Daewang chuksasalsin Omang Janggun chuksasalsin Sahae Yongwang chuksasalsin.”
It was a chant infused with distinctive rhythm.
It was an exorcism scripture to drive out malevolent spirits, the first step to expel the Malevolent Spirit most visibly exposed.
Warang! Wang! Swuuk! Suk!
I shook the Shaman’s Bell and ritual knife while observing the boy’s complexion.
“Dongbang Cheongje chuksasalsin Nambang Jeokje chuksasalsin Seobang Baekje chuksasalsin Bukbang Heukje chuksasalsin.”
Twitch.
The boy’s eyelids trembled.
A response was beginning to emerge.
The malevolent spirit lodged within his body writhed fiercely like a swarm of insects, and the intensifying stench numbed my sense of smell beyond words.
“Junggang Hwangje chuksasalsin Ohaeng Yukgap chuksasalsin.”
And at that moment, the Shaman’s Bell rang on its own.
Wararararararang!
The powerfully ringing Shaman’s Bell drove out the increasingly intense malevolence.
Though the air purifier’s alarm remained at the maximum threshold of 600, the numbers were rapidly decreasing.
When it dropped to 400, suddenly an image overwhelmed my vision.
‘Shin Yoseph…?’
And the boy.
Though his complexion was poor, the conscious boy lying on the bed gripped Shin Yoseph’s hand tightly.
The surroundings remained as they were now.
If not for Shin Yoseph’s priestly vestments, one might have mistaken this scene for the present rather than the past.
“Father, I’m so scared.”
“It’s alright. There’s nothing to fear.”
Kang Hyung-seok observed where the real Shin Yoseph should have been standing.
Then his gaze shifted to the man holding the Boy’s hand.
“Don’t worry about anything. I will—I will make everything better for you. You have nothing to fear.”
His voice was the kind that made one’s chest ache just hearing it.
The genuine Shin Yoseph, without a shred of deception.
And this was truly his nature.
‘So you were this kind of person.’
Few people possessed the capacity to show such emotion for another.
As Kang Hyung-seok watched Shin Yoseph in silence,
A violent crack split the air.
“Stop your bullshit. You runaway bastard.”
The Boy’s eyes transformed into something terrifying as he seized Shin Yoseph’s arm and wrenched it.
Despite the vast difference in build, the Boy who had captured Shin Yoseph glared at him with a grotesque smile, his lips splitting wide.
“Playing priest, are you? You who fled in fear and let your master die.”
The person had changed.
The Boy, for whom no other description sufficed, pressed his forehead against Shin Yoseph’s and unleashed an inhuman bloodlust and mockery.
“Your master fell into hell because of you. He burns in hellfire, his tongue torn out, his eyes pierced by blades. All because of you. You killed him. You killed him. You killed him. You killed him. You are the murderer.”
Shin Yoseph, his eyes wide with shock, thrashed to break free.
But the Boy seized him again roughly, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
“Next comes you. Your place in hell is already prepared, sulfurous flames roaring in wait. You will die and fall into hell, suffering eternally.”
A violent shove.
Shin Yoseph wrenched himself free from the Boy’s grip with brutal force.
“Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!”
His breathing was ragged, his pupils trembling with terror.
Possession had clearly taken hold.
Because of it, he could sense things beyond mere sight.
How profoundly evil the entity dwelling within the Boy truly was.
The intensity of the fear and confusion Shin Yoseph experienced.
“Ehehehe, hehehehehehe, hahahaha! Huhahahahahaha!”
The Boy’s eyes, laughing until his throat tore, gradually reddened as blood beads formed at the corners.
Crimson tears then streamed down the Boy’s face in long, vivid trails.
“Uhhahahahahaha!”
Contrary to his joyful laughter, the Boy’s eyes wept blood—eyes filled with agony.
Shin Yoseph breathed heavily and twisted the doorknob.
He left the Boy in the room and stumbled out, collapsing before the door with his face buried in both palms.
The vision ended there.
A resonant chime rang out.
The Shaman’s Bell rang out once more, and my consciousness snapped back to the present, my senses flooding in with clarity.
Watching Shin Yoseph’s face harden—his expression frozen in confusion at what had just transpired—I felt my palms grow slick with sweat.
I had known there was a story behind all this.
But I had not realized the weight it would carry.
Clang!
Shaking the Shaman’s Bell, I gazed down at the Boy’s chest.
The exorcism prayer was working—the Malevolent Spirits that had been protecting the demon were writhing in agony, desperate to tear themselves free from the Boy’s body.
Yet they remained ensnared by something far more powerful.
I had to break this binding.
Whoosh!
Sweeping my ritual blade in a wide arc to dispel the malevolent energy, I turned my gaze toward Shin Yoseph.
“Now I’m going to drive out the Malevolent Spirits. Your role is crucial.”
So pull yourself together.
At the weight in my voice—the urgency of my plea—Shin Yoseph’s pupils shifted toward me.
His pupils trembled faintly, but he slowly nodded in acknowledgment.

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