An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90
Part 6. The Great Ascends While the Small Descends (1)
The wind blew.
Silent and gentle, it swept across the courtyard alongside the moonlight.
The breeze caressed Park Sang-chul’s tear-stained face and tousled the hair of the two possessed by the Goblin.
The oppressive air settled in the wind and was cleansed by the moonlight.
A divine presence dwelt here.
In a courtyard so distinctly touched by the sacred, Kang Hyung-seok could perceive all.
“Kraaaaaagh! Kraaaaaaaaaagh!”
The Goblin, resembling a Hahoe mask, was being torn out with merciless force.
Whoosh! Whoooosh!
The Great Goblin, accompanied by small goblin flames, was departing from Shin Jung-ah’s body.
A stumble.
Park’s Daughter, finally freed from the Goblin’s grasp, began to collapse.
Kang Hyung-seok rushed forward and caught both her and Shin Jung-ah.
He laid the two unconscious figures gently upon the ground without injury, then gazed upward at the night sky.
Only the moon and clouds torn by the wind remained visible.
Yet to one with spiritual sight, other things were revealed.
“No! No! Why?! Why are you here!”
The Malevolent Goblin was seized by a Goblin ten times its size.
The Great Goblin turned its back, its form hidden from view.
Yet there was no sense of disappointment in this concealment.
‘So the Great Guardian Spirit was correct.’
The Goblin that Kang Hyung-seok had brought was so immense that such a thought alone sufficed.
Like a mountain given form, the Great Goblin grasped the Malevolent Goblin’s upper and lower body in both hands and began to twist.
Crunch! Crackle!
A sickening sound pierced the heavens, and the Malevolent Goblin’s screams shook the air.
“Kraaaaaagh! Lee Saeng! Lee Saeng! You! You did this!”
Crackle!
“Kraaaaaaaaagh!”
Though the voice was twisted by malice, Kang Hyung-seok observed the Goblin in serene silence.
It was finished.
There was nothing left for that Goblin to do.
And so, with tranquil eyes, he watched the Goblin’s final moments and spoke.
“All things under heaven and earth follow their nature—the great ascends and receives fortune, while the small descends and meets ruin.”
His calm voice mingled with the sound of the Great Goblin twisting and breaking the Malevolent Goblin.
Crunch!
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
As though all its past misdeeds were returned at once, the Goblin’s screams were pitiful and horrific.
It was as though thunder struck and the heavens themselves were collapsing.
Within that sacred space, I continued in a low, measured voice.
“When calamity strikes and the household trembles, when misfortune pervades the family and illness spreads, I have chosen this auspicious day to offer prayers of gratitude and supplication.”
The Goblin that had tormented this household was dissipating.
Soon, evil would be vanquished, and peace would return.
“Guardian spirits of the four directions and eight positions, I beseech you to respond and manifest your divine will.”
O spirits of this realm.
“Eight great deities, descend upon this place—the thunder general of the courtyard, the chimney deity of the roof, the lady of the eaves, the divine protector of livestock in the stable, the silkworm goddess of spring and autumn, and the spirit of the privy.”
I pray, protect this father and daughter.
“Spirits of prosperity and the household, all deities of this dwelling and the divine guardians of these four walls and eight directions, I implore you to descend with your blessings.”
May peace endure within this home.
Forever, eternally.
Crash!
It was the moment I shook the Shaman’s Bell with all my strength.
“Shriek! Shrieeeek! Piercing wail!”
A sound like tearing fabric rent the night air.
The cry echoed through the heavens.
Then the Goblin’s form—its upper and lower body separated—dissolved like cherry blossoms scattering on the night wind.
And from the sky, a tattered, blood-stained cloth fell like petals.
It was the true form of the Goblin that had tormented this household.
“…Dharma Master.”
Park Sang-chul’s voice drew my attention.
“Is it… is it all over now?”
His voice was thick with emotion, trembling and low.
It sounded as though he already knew the answer.
“Our daughter too… she’s… going to be all right, isn’t she?”
As Park Sang-chul asked, tears streaming down his weathered face, I nodded solemnly.
“…Yes.”
For three years.
Every single night.
Park Sang-chul had drowned in alcohol to forget his daughter’s anguished cries as she suffered at the Goblin’s hands—and this was the answer he had so desperately longed to hear.
***
“This matter has come to an end.”
Vroom.
Inside the car heading back to Seoul, Kang Hyung-seok spoke.
Shin Jung-ah sat in the passenger seat while Yoon Sang lay in the back, but both were fast asleep.
It didn’t matter.
(You’ve been through quite an ordeal.)
It was Lee Geum-kyung who conversed with Kang Hyung-seok.
Her voice flowed through the car’s Bluetooth speakers, and he smiled faintly.
“Not at all. It wasn’t something I did alone.”
(Wasn’t it you who bridged the divine and the human?)
Kang Hyung-seok squinted against the sunlight streaming through the windshield.
Perhaps from lack of sleep, the light felt unusually bright.
“…I’ve come to understand something through this ordeal.”
(What is it?)
“That there exists something more important than divine artifacts.”
The hammer was delivered to Park Sang-chul.
Park Sang-chul, who had been rushed to the Emergency Room with his daughter, had requested it first.
‘I will repay my debt to the Dharma Master who saved my daughter and me. Thank you. Truly, I have received a kindness I could never repay in a lifetime, Dharma Master.’
Park Sang-chul had spoken through tears.
Once discharged and recovered, he would take up his hammer again.
He would kindle the forge and strike the anvil.
To forge Kang Hyung-seok’s second divine artifact.
“Divine artifacts are ultimately tools. The mindset and will of those who wield them matter far more.”
A powerful divine artifact would be born.
And it would be given to Kang Hyung-seok.
But he must not be swayed by it.
He must become its complete master and decide for himself how to wield it.
(You speak with such wisdom.)
“I’ve learned this through this ordeal.”
(Perhaps it was a trial from your Guardian Spirit.)
“I believe so as well.”
Kang Hyung-seok lifted the corners of his mouth and gazed at Shin Jung-ah, who slept peacefully.
Then, observing Yoon Sang through the rearview mirror, he pressed his lips together before opening them again.
“I will visit and pay my respects once I return.”
(Yes, do so. Come safely.)
“Yes, Master.”
After ending the call, he merged onto the highway and rested the back of his head against the headrest.
The highway was sparse with traffic during this quiet hour.
Traveling alongside the scattered vehicles on the wide road, Kang Hyung-seok spoke.
“Can you hear me?”
Vroom.
“Are you listening?”
His gaze remained fixed ahead as he continued in a hushed voice.
“If this trial was truly meant for me, have I done well?”
No answer came.
As it always did.
My Guardian Spirit never spoke to me directly.
Yet I did not cease speaking to him.
“The innocent suffered. A father was willing to die for his daughter. If you sent me to them, if I have saved them…”
I fell silent.
The car’s engine hummed softly, like a lullaby.
In that gentle vibration and peaceful space, I broke the silence once more.
“Please, let me hear your voice someday.”
It was then.
Ding.
The Shaman’s Bell in my bag on the back seat chimed.
As if in answer.
I glanced back in surprise, then turned my gaze forward again, a faint smile crossing my face.
‘I will wait, my Guardian Spirit.’
For the vessel.
For it to hold you completely.
So that we might draw closer still.
Until then, watch over me, and protect me from all that is evil.
I, too, will cherish you.
Vroom.
I drove on with a quiet and peaceful heart.
***
Shhhhhh.
The humidifier in the hospital room exhaled white vapor.
The room was so pristine and spotless that last night’s events felt like nothing more than a dream or hallucination.
Click.
Park Sang-chul, who had undergone knee surgery, was transferred to the bed next to where his daughter lay.
“You absolutely must not overexert yourself. If there’s anything uncomfortable, just press this button here.”
“Wait, just a moment!”
Impossibly for someone who had just undergone surgery, Park Sang-chul urgently grabbed the nurse’s arm.
“M-my daughter, is my daughter all right? Doctor, is my daughter okay?”
The nurse’s eyes filled with compassion as she regarded the extremely anxious Park Sang-chul.
“Your daughter is fine. She’s actually much healthier than you are.”
“B-but.”
Park Sang-chul gazed anxiously at his daughter beside him.
She had been cleaned and dressed in a hospital gown, with IV lines dangling from her arms.
Yet her eyes remained closed, and the sight filled him with such dread and fear that he felt his heart might burst from his chest.
“It’s due to malnutrition and exhaustion. She’ll open her eyes soon, so please don’t worry too much.”
It was then.
His daughter’s eyelids twitched.
Soon her fingers began to move slowly, and Park Sang-chul jolted upright from the bed in surprise.
“P-patient!”
Park Sang-chul stood beside the bed watching his daughter awaken, and the nurse, seeing his desperate expression, smiled warmly.
When she first saw Park Sang-chul and his daughter, she had suspected domestic violence.
But Park Sang-chul’s expression had dispelled all such suspicions.
“Please rest easy. Have a good conversation with your daughter.”
The nurse left the hospital room.
Moments later, his daughter slowly opened her eyes.
“M-Mi-ryung, can you see Dad? Do you recognize me?”
“Ah… uh.”
Park Sang-chul felt a wave of anxiety wash over him.
What if the Goblin remained?
What if my daughter hadn’t truly been freed…?
“A… Dad?”
Yet contrary to his fears, his daughter recognized her father.
“Mi-ryung!”
Park Sang-chul limped forward and pulled his daughter into his embrace.
“M-Mi-ryung, Mi-ryung. Mi-ryung. Mi-ryung.”
His daughter, who had been held captive by the Goblin and was now reunited with him.
Park Sang-chul held her slender frame tightly, as if he would never let her go again.
“Ow, it hurts, Dad.”
“Mi-ryungggg.”
Park Sang-chul held his daughter close, tears streaming down his face in an endless torrent.
“Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful.”
As he wept and poured out his gratitude to Kang Hyung-seok, his daughter’s soft voice reached him.
“I had a nightmare.”
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine now. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“The Goblin was tormenting me, but the Great Goblin says it’s okay now.”
Park Sang-chul nodded, his face wet with tears.
“The Great Goblin says he’ll protect me now.”
“Hic! Sniff, sniff!”
His daughter’s hands climbed up his back.
And she squeezed him tightly, pouring all her strength into the embrace.
For three years, this was the warm touch of his daughter he had longed for so desperately.
“…So please don’t cry either, Dad.”
Park Sang-chul burst into deeper sobs, holding his daughter even closer.

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