The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 14

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Calamity-Class Artifacts from Urban Legends with Obsessions — Chapter 14
The vehicle cut through the darkness before veering onto a narrow, winding road.
Hwa Ryeon still held the wheel, insisting his own car demanded his own hands at the helm.
Hwa Ryeon flicked the cigarette between his lips, then plucked it free with two fingers and spoke.
“We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
The navigation display confirmed it—exactly ten minutes remaining.
Hwa Ryeon kept his eyes forward as he continued.
“The Hope Meditation Center was always flagged as a place to watch, but there hadn’t been any real trouble until recently.”
He emphasized “until recently” with a heavy sigh.
“Then some YouTubers crawled in there, and things went south.”
“They died?”
Hwa Ryeon shook his head at Woo Ju’s question.
“No deaths. Three went in, three ended up in a psychiatric hospital. Classic Possession Aftereffects. One of them tangled with something particularly nasty.”
“Then… is this a ghost matter this time?”
This time it was Chae Wol asking.
Hwa Ryeon nodded.
“Right. Hey, did I explain this classification system to you before?”
“I think we heard about stages one and two.”
“That’s important, sure. But what I’m talking about is the system for dividing these things up.”
Clunk.
The car had moved onto an unpaved road.
Hwa Ryeon eased off the throttle as he spoke.
“Ghost. Youkai. Back in the old days, there were only those two. Ghosts are purely spiritual entities. Youkai are things with actual physical form. But as we entered the modern age, a third classification emerged. Cheong Woo?”
Cheong Woo, addressed by name, received the cue with an impassive face.
“Otherworldly Entity. A classification for beings that draw power from stories circulating among people. Some say they’re influenced by the collective unconscious of humanity—a category that’s exploded in frequency in modern times.”
Chae Wol merely nodded, already familiar with this, while Woo Ju, listening intently, found a question forming.
“Then what kind was the one we handled on the way here?”
“An Otherworldly Entity. The most troublesome kind. They keep coming back no matter how many times you dispose of them.”
“Because they draw power from stories.”
By the time they’d reached this point in the conversation,
Hwa Ryeon had slowed the vehicle considerably and brought it to a gentle stop ahead.
Only then did Woo Ju glance over and spot the building.
A structure surrounded by high walls.
The entrance was sealed with iron bars, and above them hung a rusted metal sign.
Hope Meditation Center.
Their destination.
“This time it’s a ghost. And apparently a particularly vicious one at that.”
Hwa Ryeon opened the car door and stepped out with a smirk.
“Cheong Woo’s specialty.”
“I’m simply more familiar with them.”
Cheong Woo replied in an even tone as he exited the vehicle.
Chae Wol and Woo Ju followed, and soon the four of them stood at the entrance.
Before the iron-barred gate.
“Should we climb over the wall?”
“Why would we climb the wall? We just go through the door.”
Hwa Ryeon moved to the gate, where a heavy chain was coiled tightly, padlock at its end. He inserted a key into the lock.
Click.
The lock disengaged smoothly.
Hwa Ryeon unwound the chain and let it fall to the side, then pushed the door open with force.
Squeak—iiiiick.
The gate swung open on both sides with a metallic groan.
Hwa Ryeon dusted off his hands, turned back, and spoke.
“Alright. Let’s prepare before we go in.”
Without a word, Chae Wol drew a Bell and Sacred Blade from her jacket.
Cheong Woo produced Talismans and a Colorful Box.
Woo Ju then pulled out a Steel Pipe, and as he gripped it, Hwa Ryeon and Cheong Woo withdrew some kind of powder, muttered something under their breath, and dusted it over all of them.
“What is that?”
“Put simply, it masks our scent. Makes it harder for these entities to detect us.”
“Huh.”
Woo Ju nodded, thinking that strange things came in endless varieties.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
With that, Hwa Ryeon led the way, the Black Branch held firm in his hand, and the rest followed naturally in his wake.
The Hope Meditation Center was, at first glance, a building that had clearly been abandoned for a long time.
‘This place has all the hallmarks of somewhere a ghost would appear.’
That said, a pristine, well-maintained building would seem out of place in a setting like this.
Walking while entertaining such thoughts, they arrived at the main building of the meditation center before long.
This time, the door wasn’t locked—Hwa Ryeon pushed it open lightly and stepped inside.
The interior was dim and murky.
That was only natural. An abandoned building like this wouldn’t have electricity running to it.
Hwa Ryeon switched on his flashlight and swept it across the interior of the structure.
“Hmm.”
The space they’d first entered resembled a lobby of sorts. But the layout was peculiar.
‘All the connecting doors lock from the outside.’
It wasn’t designed to keep intruders out—it was designed to prevent people inside from leaving.
Given that this was a facility belonging to a Pseudo-Religious Cult, that detail was deeply meaningful.
Then Hwa Ryeon spoke.
“The incident took place in the basement. We’ll do a quick sweep of the first and second floors, then head down.”
“Understood.”
“Yes, sir.”
Following his instructions, they began methodically examining the first and second floors.
There were locked doors scattered throughout, but that posed no obstacle.
Hwa Ryeon had keys, and if a door couldn’t be opened with them, brute force would suffice.
‘The first floor is more mundane than I expected.’
Upon inspection, the first floor held nothing particularly striking—just meditation rooms and various amenities clustered together.
The second floor, however, had an entirely different atmosphere.
“They were holding someone captive here, clearly.”
The rooms on the second floor were labeled as meditation chambers on their nameplates, yet they had no windows and their doors were reinforced with heavy construction.
The locks, naturally, were mounted on the outside.
A perfect place to confine someone.
As Woo Ju walked alongside the others, he recalled what he’d read in the report.
‘If I remember correctly, they mentioned it was a Taoist faction among the cults.’
Even among pseudo-religions, there’s usually an original faith at the root—Christianity, Buddhism, Taoism, and so on.
The largest numbers are Christian cults, and the smallest are Taoist.
Yet oddly enough, the ones that engage in genuinely “spiritual” misconduct are more often the Taoist variety, despite their smaller numbers overall.
The theory being that their fundamental nature makes them more prone to such activities.
“Now let’s head to the basement.”
Either way, the upper floors had revealed nothing out of the ordinary.
They searched for and found the stairwell leading down.
“Hmm.”
The moment Cheong Woo set foot on the stairs, he frowned and raised the Colorful Box higher.
With good reason.
Unlike above, the basement emanated a thick, oppressive presence.
Even Woo Ju, who’d experienced Urban Legends and Otherworldly Entities several times before, was beginning to sense it too.
‘Something’s definitely here.’
In places where such a presence could be felt, the odds of finding something were always high.
“Report anything you find, no matter how minor,” Hwa Ryeon said evenly from his position at the front, then descended the stairs.
They passed the second floor, crossed the first floor, and entered Basement Level One, opening the door that led inside.
And that’s when it happened.
Whoosh—
Woo Ju saw it.
Beyond the doorway, a shadow darted along the far end of a long corridor before vanishing somewhere out of sight.
“I’ve spotted a shadow,” Woo Ju reported immediately.
Hwa Ryeon nodded in acknowledgment.
“I saw it too. Let’s proceed carefully.”
The four of them moved forward slowly into the darkness.
Tension hung thick in the air.
It couldn’t have been otherwise.
This was their team’s first full-scale exploration of the building.
Which meant they had no way of knowing exactly what was here, or what dangers awaited.
The YouTubers who’d entered before and suffered for it had posted some reports, but the information extracted from people in such a state was necessarily limited.
‘Ghosts might not be everything.’
With that thought, Woo Ju entered the corridor alongside the others.
Creak, creak.
The corridor was made of wood, and each step produced a creaking sound.
It was strange.
The first and second floors showed signs of long abandonment, but the building itself was less than twenty years old.
The upper levels had nothing like these weathered wooden floors, and the facilities felt far cleaner overall.
‘As if time flowed much faster here alone…….’
Woo Ju scanned his surroundings carefully while entertaining that thought.
Of course, he took care not to fall too far behind the person in front of him.
They crossed the entire corridor this way, and just as they reached the end—
Whoosh.
The people ahead suddenly vanished, passing straight through the wall.
“……?”
Woo Ju’s expression clouded with confusion.
What the—? Did this Pseudo-Religious Cult facility have a Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Was he supposed to just follow naturally?
Pondering this, Woo Ju approached the wall cautiously and reached out his hand.
Tap, tap.
But his fingertips met only solid wall. His hand didn’t pass through at all.
“…….”
Woo Ju glanced back and forth between the Steel Pipe in his hand and the wall.
But he soon gave up the attempt.
Apart from the fact that others had already gone in ahead, it was difficult to grasp exactly what kind of situation this was.
Instead, Woo Ju slowly examined his surroundings.
Where he now stood was a dead end, with passages branching left and right.
‘For now, I’ll wait.’
There was no good in moving recklessly.
Surely those separated from him would soon notice his disappearance.
If nothing was wrong, they’d search for him. In that case, waiting here made the most sense.
But thirty minutes passed, then nearly an hour, and no one returned.
“Hm.”
Woo Ju stroked his chin.
There was no way they hadn’t noticed he was missing after a full hour had gone by.
‘Something’s definitely happened.’
When he thought about it, the circumstances that caused the separation were unnatural to begin with.
The others had passed through as if the wall didn’t exist. If they’d known such a thing existed, they would have warned him beforehand.
“All right.”
Woo Ju reached a quick decision, then
gripped the Steel Pipe.
A bit late perhaps, but he intended to have an honest conversation with this wall.
The moment his resolve hardened, the Steel Pipe cut through the air.
Crash!
With a tremendous sound, part of the wall crumbled. Woo Ju didn’t stop—he kept swinging the Steel Pipe.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The wall was quite thick, but it crumbled helplessly under the barrage. Then, at some point—
Rumble.
As the Steel Pipe cut through empty space, the remaining wall collapsed in a rush, revealing a new chamber beyond.
“Ugh.”
Woo Ju’s face twisted in disgust.
A putrid stench emanated from beyond the broken wall.
This was no ordinary foul odor.
When he’d visited Sa Gyeong Station before, and when he’d entered the serial killer’s mansion through a painting—this exact smell had greeted him then.
Woo Ju peered carefully into the space beyond, his face still contorted.
An extraordinarily long corridor stretched out there. It had a grim, oppressive quality.
And dozens of doors lined it. The structure looked bewilderingly complex just to look at.
“Phew.”
Woo Ju exhaled sharply, then entered the corridor. And in that moment—
Tap.
Something caught his foot.
It was none other than a Sacred Blade. Woo Ju’s eyes narrowed. A familiar Sacred Blade.
Chae Wol.
That Sacred Blade his colleague Chae Wol treasured so dearly—the one she never let leave her body for even a moment.
Something had happened to it. That much was certain.
“So this is a trick.”
Chae Wol had told him: places that become ghost stories try to bewitch people, separate from whatever Otherworldly Entity dwells within them.
Woo Ju picked up the steel pipe.
Tricks? Fine.
He’d been itching for something besides skulking around quietly anyway.
“Bring our people in front of me.”
His steel pipe gleamed with an odd, menacing sheen.
“Otherwise, this place gets demolished today.”
Crash!
The moment he finished speaking, Woo Ju strode forward and drove his fist clean through the nearest wall with a resounding blow.
With Otherworldly Entities, you always go hard.
No exceptions.
To be continued in the next episode ▶
Urban Legends: The Obsessions of Calamity-Class Artifacts
Author
Lee Se-gye
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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