Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

The spirit’s head dropped to the floor with a dull thud, dissolving into black smoke and vanishing.
Its torso followed suit, transforming from top to bottom in a cascading reaction of black smoke before dissipating entirely.
“Phew—”
I rose slowly and retrieved the flashlight I’d been holding in my mouth, grasping it with my hand.
Then I replayed in my mind exactly how I’d wielded the blade moments before.

The spirit had burst forth the instant I opened the door, flashlight clenched between my teeth, sword in one hand.
Startled by its sudden appearance, I’d instinctively recoiled—but instead of fleeing, I’d spun my entire body 540 degrees while unleashing a slash.
Though I couldn’t fathom how it must have looked to an outside observer, I was certain of one thing: I’d executed a move I’d never performed before in my life.
However, it was a motion I’d conceived while designing game characters, immersing myself in their perspectives.
The very technique where, as an enemy closes in for melee combat, you retreat while harnessing centrifugal force to deliver a powerful cut.
“This actually works.”
It was genuinely astounding that a skill I’d only ever conceptualized while designing game characters had now manifested through my own body.
I wiped the saliva from the flashlight, marveling at the discovery.
Then I pulled out my notebook and jotted down a new entry.

[Flashlight Modularization]

Holding the flashlight in my hand was proving to be quite inconvenient.
As I developed the spirit radar, I decided I should also attach a flashlight to the side of the smart glasses.
“Let’s go.”
After finishing my notes, I gave the interior and surroundings of the Cleaning Supply Cabinet a quick once-over, then climbed the Staircase.
Starting from the far end of the 2nd Floor Corridor, I entered each Classroom one by one, methodically filming every corner.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—

My heart was pounding wildly.
But I pushed forward, keeping myself as calm as possible.
After passing through two Classrooms.
Strange sounds began emanating from the next Classroom.
Ding—ding-ding—ding—ding—
It was the sound of an organ.
The moment I heard that sound, I swallowed hard.
An organ playing in an Abandoned School.
It sent chills down my spine.

He approached the back door of the Classroom, slowly opened it, and shone his flashlight inside.
There, sitting at an organ positioned near the front of the Classroom, was a woman playing.
Her shoulders drooped unnaturally, her face obscured by cascading hair.
Her clothing remained hidden behind the music stand mounted on the organ, making it impossible to see clearly.
Ding—ding—
The music she played was grotesquely discordant.
It wasn’t a nursery rhyme or folk song—merely random keys being pressed one after another.
“….”
I continued staring at the spirit before deciding to slip back out of the Classroom.
After all, my assignment was to record footage, not to exorcise anything.
I reasoned there was no need to deliberately confront a spirit that was already terrifying enough.
Screech—bang!
At that moment, the sliding door of the Classroom slammed shut on its own.
Simultaneously, the organ music ceased.
Startled, I whipped my flashlight toward the organ.
The spirit that had been playing had vanished without a trace.
“Damn it. Really.”
I muttered under my breath and tried to open the Classroom door.
But it wouldn’t budge.
Something was blocking it.
I furrowed my brow and looked toward the front of the Classroom.
It seemed I had no choice but to move forward.
“Maybe I should just quit this job.”
Fundamental doubt crept in.
Yet that doubt quickly faded.
I couldn’t hastily abandon the opportunity to become the owner of a company with annual revenues of 750 billion won.
Besides—quitting this job wouldn’t make my spiritual sight disappear.
The spirits would continue to haunt me regardless, tormenting me relentlessly.
In that case, perhaps being able to confront and defeat them this way was preferable.
I steeled my resolve and moved toward the front of the Classroom.
Creak—creak—
The wooden floor, characteristic of old classrooms, groaned loudly beneath my feet.
Even that sound felt ominous.
I swallowed hard and headed toward the front door.
To reach the front door, I had to pass by the organ.
The thought that the spirit might be lurking beneath it sent a chill down my spine.
‘If it appears, I’ll cut it down immediately.’
I gripped the sword tightly as I thought this.
Then, after taking a deep breath, I suddenly shone my flashlight toward the organ.
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), there was no spirit behind the organ.
“Phew—”
I exhaled in relief.
In that instant, I noticed something drooping from the ceiling.
From my peripheral vision, I’d mistaken it for nothing more than cobwebs hanging slack.
But the moment I looked up—I was startled beyond measure.
Through a crack in the broken plaster, the ghost that had been playing the organ moments before was peering down with long hair cascading like a curtain.
“Ahhh!!”
I screamed reflexively and thrust the curved sword I was holding straight into the plaster crack.
Squelch—
With the sensation of piercing something, black smoke descended from the ceiling in wisps.
The ghost had been obliterated by my reflexive strike.
“Hah.”
I shook my head and straightened my clothes, then opened the front door and stepped back into the corridor.
I’d reached the point where I felt safer in the hallway than in the classrooms themselves.

After quickly surveying the second-floor classrooms, I checked once more that my smart glasses were recording properly, then positioned myself before the staircase leading down to the first floor.
Whiiiiing—
Creak—creak—
The wind blew, and I heard the windows rattling.
I glanced absently at the 2nd Floor Corridor windows before beginning my descent.

This staircase had several pictures hanging on the walls.
But every single one of them was grotesque.
The human figures, drawn as if with black crayon, were indistinguishable as either ghosts or people.
Yet the eyes were rendered with such clarity that the overall effect was deeply unsettling.
I descended without deliberately turning my gaze toward the pictures.
That was when it happened.
Creak—
With a soft sound, one of the picture frames beside me tilted slightly to the side.
Startled, I stepped back.
And then I saw all the pictures I’d passed.
“Oh no!”
Every pair of eyes in those pictures had turned to face me.
I shook my head vigorously and hurried down the stairs.
That was the moment.
Grab—
A hand shot out from beneath the stair railing and seized my ankle.
“Ugh!”
I tumbled forward and rolled down the stairs.
Crash—bang—
Wincing at the pain coursing through my entire body, I glared at the paintings lining the staircase.
The eyes within those paintings were all fixed directly on me, sprawled across the floor.
“Damn it!”
I scrambled to my feet in a panic.
But there was one problem.
The flashlight had been completely destroyed when I rolled across the ground.

[Flashlight – No Signal]

The smart glasses UI confirmed that the connection to the flashlight had been severed.
Since I’d planned to mount the flashlight on the smart glasses anyway, losing it wasn’t a major concern—but the real problem was that I still had much of this place left to explore.
Navigating this building using only night vision would be far from simple.
I immediately dug through my pocket, pulled out my phone, and activated its flashlight.
In that instant—
A ghost materialized directly in front of my face.
Black veins crawled across its visage, creating an utterly grotesque and nauseating sight.
“What the—!”
By pure instinct, I drew the Blood Crimson Blade from my waist and drove it straight through the ghost’s head.

Squelch—
Screeeeeech—

The ghost dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
“Huff, huff, huff.”
I gasped for breath, my chest heaving as I surveyed my surroundings.
The Guihon Blade, which had tumbled down the Staircase, glowed red on my smart glass UI display.
The moment I reached out to retrieve it—hell itself began.
Ghosts started crawling out from the painting whose eyes had rolled back.
Manifesting on the Staircase in forms that mirrored the grotesque shapes within that eerie painting, the ghosts twisted their bodies toward me.
“That’s not a ghost—that’s a monster.”
I muttered the words aloud.
This bore no resemblance to any ghost I’d ever encountered.
It was a monster in its truest form.
What might have been limbs bent at dozens of joints, and the face—twisted as if someone had scrawled over it—had features so chaotically tangled that it could never be mistaken for anything remotely human.
Creak-creak-creak-creak—
Each movement of these ghosts produced the sound of dry machinery, joints grinding without lubrication.
I couldn’t gauge how they would attack.
‘What do I do? What do I do?’
My mind offered no immediate answer.
Then I turned my head toward the red dot visible on my smart glass.
The location of the Guihon Blade.
“Right. I need reach first.”
I hurled myself forward and seized the Guihon Blade.
Then I pointed the blade’s edge toward the ghosts creaking their way down the Staircase.
‘If I can’t predict how they’ll attack—then I strike first, without hesitation.’
I resolved to dash forward like lightning and cut them all down before they could counterattack.
Creak-creak-creak—
The mechanically grinding ghosts descended the Staircase one step at a time.
I lowered the Guihon Blade and dropped my stance as low as possible.
Then I extended my right foot far behind me.
It was an instinctive movement to propel myself forward.
Creak—
The instant the ghosts reached the bottom of the Staircase, I stepped forward with my left foot and thrust the Guihon Blade straight ahead.
It was a motion like a lightning draw.
Moonlight flashed brilliantly off the blade as a sharp sword aura erupted forward with tremendous force.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crack—
Whoooosh—
Dust billowed around me as a wave of scorching air swept through.

Screeeech—

The grotesque spirits that had been on the Staircase split in half in unison, dissolving into black smoke.
Thud—thud—thud—thud—thud—
At the same time, the handrail and railing of the Staircase were severed in half and tumbled down.
Crash—crash—crash—
The floating dust mixed with the black miasma exhaled as the spirits dissolved, pouring down around me.
I remained frozen in the finishing stance of my sword strike, then slowly lifted my head.
“What… was that just now?”

Guihon Trading Company Chapter 7

Author
Chau Wrens
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yun Tae-ri
Cover
Lee Chi

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