I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 169

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Episode 169

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Seoryeong widened her eyes, trying to pretend she was unaffected. The scene unfolding before her was truly overwhelming.

 

Everything needed for a Curse Ritual was properly prepared. Offerings, burning paper, instruments, ritual tools, and finally.

 

“You bastard Yeomga! Most shameless creature under heaven! I shall question the sins you’ve committed while wearing human skin!”

 

Even a shaman with immense power.

 

Seoryeong shouted at Yeomga with a trembling voice. The evil spirits had stopped their performance, leaving only silence hanging in the space.

 

“The sin of trying to overturn fate! The sin of grasping the nation in your hands and manipulating it at will! The sin of throwing people into the maw of a starving tiger!”

 

Her pale hands had formed fists before she knew it. Seoryeong looking up at Yeomga standing on the blade seemed so small.

 

Nevertheless, Seoryeong confronted her.

 

“The sin of… deceiving innocent… children and starving them to death!”

 

Because she had to. Because this was something only Seoryeong could do.

 

Yeomga looked at such Seoryeong and tilted her head very slightly, obliquely. Though Yeomga’s face couldn’t be seen beyond the Hahoe mask, the mocking intent was clear. Pususu, Yeomga’s laughter could be heard.

 

That was when it happened. The performance of the Ritual Ground began again.

 

“…Ueok…”

 

An unknown force pressed down on Seoryeong. Against her will, her body wouldn’t hold up.

 

The moment Seoryeong collapsed in place, flames rose from all directions, brightening everything. The vast Ritual Ground appeared on screen as if viewed from above.

 

A rectangular structure, mats burned here and there, Yeomga and Seoryeong positioned like opposing points at the very front and very back.

 

Those watching this scene realized one fact.

 

This Ritual Ground itself was one giant talisman. Seoryeong was included among the offerings of the Ritual Ground.

 

By offering up Seoryeong’s life and divine power at the edge, Yeomga was trying to create a whirlpool of hell.

 

“Heu…euk…”

 

Maddening pain came rushing in. Seoryeong couldn’t breathe and clawed desperately at the ground. Blood formed at the tips of her fingernails.

 

Characters were densely carved into the mat. The character for curse as if branded with a hot iron, Seoryeong crawled along the ground tracing those letters.

 

“Hell This World!”

 

Yeomga leaped up and down on the blade. As if the earth couldn’t hold Yeomga down. Yeomga danced lightly on the blade as if ascending to heaven.

 

The offering Seoryeong on the ground and the shaman Yeomga frolicking in the sky. The difference in power between the two seemed clear. It was violently vertical.

 

“No Life Path!”

 

The audience’s concentration took on weight. The air in the screening room was so dense they could barely breathe properly. Everyone didn’t even blink at the weighty acting ability of the two.

 

Finally Yeomga came down from the blade. Then she drew a knife from within her robes.

 

Now if she cut Seoryeong to make her bleed, Yeomga’s curse would succeed.

 

Yeomga approached Seoryeong who had collapsed on the ground, unable to bear the pain. The evil spirits beat gongs and drums at rapid speed.

 

Yeomga grabbed Seoryeong’s hair and lifted her up. Seoryeong with an empty expression looked up at Yeomga wearing the Hahoe mask. The detachment characteristic of someone facing death showed through.

 

“Insolent thing…”

 

Seoryeong said this and smiled quietly. At that sight, Yeomga felt something was wrong. In this situation, how could she be smiling?

 

Seoryeong spoke with a trembling voice.

 

“How dare you… not look below…”

 

When Yeomga hesitated for a moment, sensing something was wrong, Seoryeong opened her mouth.

 

“Reverse.”

 

It was then that Yeomga dropped the knife in her hand. At the same time, Seoryeong was freed from Yeomga’s grasp. With disheveled hair, Seoryeong slowly rose from her position.

 

The weight between the two had reversed. Now it was Yeomga rolling on the ground.

 

“Do you know how many things live and breathe below? You wouldn’t know, since you have no interest…”

 

Seoryeong muttered as she passed by Yeomga. In the cracks of the mat that Seoryeong had desperately clawed at in pain earlier, between the curse characters , a talisman was wedged.

 

The character written on the talisman was reverse .

 

The moment Yeomga stepped on that talisman, Seoryeong was able to counterattack just once.

 

If Yeomga targeted Seoryeong’s life, then the opposite,

 

If Yeomga offered Seoryeong as sacrifice, then the opposite.

 

Now Yeomga had become the offering of the Ritual Ground.

 

“How tearfully each one struggles to live, what each carries in their heart as they go on living…”

 

Seoryeong took out a gourd bottle from within her robes. It contained blood filled with the yearnings of countless people.

 

Madam who couldn’t have children despite all kinds of mistreatment, Janghwa Hongryeon’s Stepmother who wanted to reveal her children’s unjust deaths, Hwayeong who gritted her teeth saying she couldn’t lose any more women around her, the Haeohwa Girls who didn’t want to live like this…

 

“You couldn’t possibly know.”

 

The blood in the gourd bottle, infused with each person’s life, was incredibly thick.

 

If Yeomga put forth resentment , Seoryeong countered with wishes .

 

Not the resentment of grudges , but the wishes of earnestly wanting, hoping, praying, and living with desire.

 

Seoryeong walked to the center of the Ritual Ground that had been a talisman, dripping blood as she went. The talisman was being rewritten.

 

The flames surrounding the Ritual Ground grew fiercer with Seoryeong’s divine power.

 

“How dare, how dare, how dare…!”

 

Seoryeong finally reached the very front of the Ritual Ground.

 

Now Yeomga had become the offering, Seoryeong was the shaman. The hands of the evil spirits moved frantically fast. The sounds of gongs, flutes, and drums swept through like a tsunami.

 

“Spirit God Clear Command, Leave Here Return Heaven!”

 

Seoryeong cried out as if coughing up blood.

 

“I beseech the spirits, leave this place and return to heaven, you irreconcilable enemy, this body is not your body but this life is the death throes.”

 

Yeomga was desperately clawing at the mat with hands that had no strength. If Yeomga’s fingernails tore the talisman like this, this ritual would lose its effectiveness.

 

There was no time. Having the upper hand was only for a brief moment.

 

She had to end everything before Yeomga’s counterattack began.

 

Seoryeong hastily took out a blade from her robes and cut her hair with one stroke. Then she threw it into the flames. It was Seoryeong’s offering in opposition to Yeomga’s burning paper.

 

Seoryeong turned around with her shortened hair. Gasps could be heard from various places.

 

It was desperate. Seoryeong had an expression for which no other words came to mind except that word.

 

“May bloody tears never dry in your eyes, may pus and blood clot in your hands!”

 

Seoryeong opened her mouth as if screaming in urgency. Coughing sounds arose from beyond the Hahoe mask. Even so, Yeomga didn’t give up either.

 

Both fought with their lives on the line.

 

“Guilty Souls Pursue You, innocent souls will chase you and drag you away in the end! This Sin Reaches Life, this sin will reach your life!”

 

Her insides burned as if there was a ball of fire in her chest. Seoryeong sweated and glared at Yeomga with bloodshot eyes.

 

“Sangbaekcheonjoneoncheongondaejacheonjondaesungwigungsaengbuwimanyeongsageumjajecheong…”

 

Please, please, please. With desperation to stop her, Seoryeong recited incantations without breathing. Blood flowed from between her teeth and formed drops at her chin. The sounds of some people crying quietly could be heard.

 

“Dark hell white tiger hell charcoal hell yellow spring hell golden sand hell earth sand hell…”

 

Seoryeong pressed down as if confining Yeomga in her field of vision without blinking once. Yeomga writhing on the ground struggled ceaselessly.

 

 

 

“Spirit God Clear Command, Leave Here Return Heaven.”

 

In a young child’s voice,

 

 

 

“Spirit God Clear Command, Leave Here Return Heaven.”

 

In an aged old woman’s voice,

 

 

 

“Spirit God Clear Command, Leave Here Return Heaven…”

 

In a deep man’s voice.

 

 

 

Seoryeong looked down at Yeomga and recited incantations without rest. Possessed by spirits at some point, Seoryeong couldn’t stop.

 

Even knowing she would surely die like this, her mouth moved on its own, babbling.

 

 

 

“Soul Severed White Mountain, Leave Here Return Dust.”

 

I want to live.

 

 

 

“Soul Severed White Mountain, Leave Here Return Dust…”

 

I want to live.

 

 

 

“Soul Severed White Mountain, Leave Here Return Dust…!”

 

I want to live so desperately I could die…

 

 

 

Seoryeong, shedding tears, seemed to be saying just that. She had never even properly called Myeongdo’s name once. She wanted to see Myeongdo calling her name.

 

Together with him, sharing each other’s names, on this land that the two of them had saved…

 

“Cough…”

 

She wanted to live.

 

“Soul Severed White Mountain…”

 

Yeomga’s convulsions subsided, and Seoryeong collapsed to the ground as if falling. Blood streamed from the corners of her mouth. Even while gasping, Seoryeong continued chanting the incantation.

 

The evil spirits were laughing brightly as they performed. The music of the ritual ground echoed throughout heaven and earth.

 

That was when it happened.

 

“Seoryeong!”

 

From far away, she heard a voice calling her name.

 

The urgent sound of hoofbeats resembled the heartbeats of two people who had once touched, creating fierce vibrations.

 

He had come. Myeongdo had come.

 

“….”

 

Only then could Seoryeong stop her chanting.

 

 

 

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I kept my promise.

 

As if to say those words, Seoryeong, who had been sitting collapsed on the ground, smiled brightly. Myeongdo also hurried to run to her.

 

Everything was over. Only happiness remained.

 

Yeomga, who had fallen to the ground, was seized by the guards. The Hahoe Mask that had been covering her face hung precariously.

 

Yeomga, being dragged away by the guards, turned her head. Taking in the sight of the two beautiful people, the corners of Yeomga’s mouth curved up in a sinister smile.

 

Her divine power had been completely sealed, and now the only magic arts Yeomga could use were weaker than a child’s, extremely feeble magic arts.

 

“…My Blade Cuts You Down…”

 

“What did you just say?”

 

“Follow Heaven’s Principle Fall.”

 

But this was enough. The hanging Hahoe Mask fell to the ground.

 

With her revealed face, Yeomga smiled brightly. It was a chilling smile.

 

That was when it happened. A faint crack appeared at the base of the massive ancient tree. The tree, barren and withered without a single leaf, swayed greatly.

 

Soon it came crashing down.

 

Witnessing this scene, Myeongdo urgently embraced Seoryeong. Crash! A thunderous sound erupted. Under the tree, he, in place of Seoryeong,

 

“…Myeongdo…”

 

was crushed.

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