The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 51

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Urban Legends and Catastrophe-Class Relics Episode 51
Monday morning.
Woo Ju looked down at the clothes he was wearing.
A school uniform of the sort you’d see anywhere.
“Ugh…”
He’d never imagined the day would come when he’d wear a school uniform again at his age.
Woo Ju lifted his head and asked.
“Do I really have to wear the uniform?”
“Of course. We’re infiltrating as students.”
Hwa Ryeon fastened her own uniform buttons with practiced ease as she spoke.
Her manner was far more natural than his.
“You seem quite accustomed to it, Team Leader.”
“It’s my second time.”
Second time?
‘So there was a similar operation before.’
That said, Hwa Ryeon’s uniform actually suited her quite well.
She had a naturally youthful face to begin with.
Woo Ju himself, by contrast, looked distinctly ill at ease in the clothes.
“Don’t worry. You’ve got that look where there’s probably one kid like you in every class.”
“What kind of look is that?”
“Kind of mature-looking?”
In other words, the kind of prematurely aged student you’d find once per classroom.
Woo Ju couldn’t argue with that and let out a heavy sigh.
He wasn’t particularly insecure about his appearance, but he was well aware he looked nothing like someone with a baby face.
But then something about Hwa Ryeon caught his attention.
“You probably shouldn’t have that in your mouth anymore.”
“Hmm?”
Woo Ju gestured toward her lips—more precisely, at the cigarette she had clenched between them.
Hwa Ryeon’s eyes flicked downward to look at her own mouth, then she stiffened.
She frowned, removed the cigarette, and tucked it away again.
“Right. Good point. Anyway, you did bring the artifacts in that bag, didn’t you?”
“Yep.”
Woo Ju answered and held up the bag he was carrying.
It was an elongated bag containing an iron pipe, the Necronomicon, and several other artifacts.
There was no way he could just walk around carrying an iron pipe openly.
Truth be told, even outside of school infiltrations, this was how he usually transported the iron pipe.
A naked iron pipe drew too many curious stares.
“All right. Shall we go?”
“Yep.”
Woo Ju walked alongside Hwa Ryeon.
The school they were about to infiltrate wasn’t far away.
They’d parked near the area and changed into their uniforms.
Fortunately, there were no passersby around.
As Woo Ju glanced nervously about, Hwa Ryeon spoke.
“Don’t worry. I’ve cordoned off access to this district.”
“Ah, right.”
Now that he thought about it, they wouldn’t have left a dangerous place unguarded.
Reassured, Woo Ju was able to walk confidently toward the school’s main gate.
“Like I mentioned before, just walk in naturally. No one stops people coming in anyway.”
Woo Ju nodded.
“But getting out is the hard part, isn’t it.”
“Exactly. That’s the problem.”
Coming in was easy, but leaving was another matter entirely.
Most urban legends work that way—if anyone could slip out freely, no one would call it dangerous in the first place.
As they talked, the two reached the main gate.
Inside the gate stood a middle-aged man in a security uniform, and they passed naturally beside him.
The security guard paid them no attention.
‘The air is different.’
The moment Woo Ju crossed the threshold, he felt a shift in the atmosphere.
The air was heavier, more humid, and unnaturally cold.
Even in the height of summer, goosebumps rose faintly across her skin.
“Can you feel it? Something’s different, isn’t it?”
So Woo Ju nodded at Hwa Ryeon’s question.
“Yes. It’s a bit eerie.”
“You’ll get used to it in a while. The Yin Energy here is no joke.”
Hwa Ryeon spoke casually as she surveyed the School Grounds.
Woo Ju followed her gaze, turning his head to take it all in.
On the surface, it was an ordinary school.
A sports field, the Main Building, trees lined up beside it.
Outside the school gates there were no students, but once they stepped inside, a fair number of them could be seen heading toward the Main Building.
Yet.
‘Something’s off.’
The students’ demeanor was peculiar.
Normally during morning arrival, students would cluster in small groups and chat, but these students all had their eyes fixed straight ahead.
They walked with vacant expressions, speaking to no one.
“Those students…”
“There might be real people mixed in among them.”
Hwa Ryeon’s voice lowered.
“But most of them aren’t human. So don’t pay them special attention for now. Right now, solving the main problem takes priority over distinguishing between people and spirits one by one and helping each of them.”
“I understand. So all the students are in that state right now?”
“At least for now.”
“For now?”
“They’ll change once classes start. You’ll see when we get there.”
With that, the two of them entered the school building.
The interior wasn’t much different from what they’d seen outside. Just an ordinary school atmosphere.
“By the way, which class should we go to?”
“We’re heading to Class 7 for now. Based on the information we’ve gathered so far, that one seems best. There should be some empty seats.”
Hwa Ryeon said this as she walked straight ahead, soon stopping in front of a classroom marked “Class 7.”
“Lucky. There are some.”
Looking through the window, he could see several seats scattered empty throughout the classroom.
“There are quite a few empty seats, aren’t there?”
“Empty seats keep appearing. Many of the students who receive punishment never come back.”
At the word punishment, Woo Ju recalled what he’d heard before coming here.
Normally when you hear punishment, you’d think of standing with your hands up or being beaten…
But the punishment in this place is a bit different.
It’s also the reason this school is so dangerous.
“Then, let’s go in.”
Hwa Ryeon opened the classroom door and stepped inside.
Creak.
The old door groaned as it swung open.
At that, all the students inside turned their heads in unison to look at them.
But it was only for a moment.
Soon they turned their gaze forward again and sat quietly as if nothing had happened.
‘Still feels eerie.’
Woo Ju scanned the students as he and Hwa Ryeon made their way toward the empty seats.
None of them had any focus in their eyes yet. It was as if dolls were sitting in their desks.
But if Hwa Ryeon was right, things would be different once class started.
Since there were no empty seats adjacent to each other, the two of them sat down at reasonably close but separate desks.
About five minutes after that.
La-la-la, la-la.
Strange music flowed from a speaker mounted in the corner of the ceiling.
It sounded like a woman’s low humming.
At the same time, the students, as if they’d been waiting for it, pulled books from their bags and opened them.
Creak.
The front door of the classroom opened and someone walked in.
He appeared to be a man in his early forties.
“Good morning, everyone.”
The man approached the podium with a bright smile and opened the Attendance Book as he spoke.
“Now then, let me take attendance!”
The Teacher scanned the Attendance Book, then stopped at one point and spoke.
“Oh, we have transfer students today! And two of them, no less!”
The Teacher, his face bright with smiles, looked from Woo Ju to Hwa Ryeon in turn and spoke.
“Why don’t you both introduce yourselves?”
At that, Woo Ju exchanged a glance with Hwa Ryeon, then rose to his feet and answered.
“I’m Park Dong-chul. Thank you for having me.”
“Park Dong-chul! Excellent. You may sit down now.”
“I’m Jeon Yu-mi.”
“Jeon Yu-mi!”
Of course, neither Woo Ju nor Hwa Ryeon had given their real names.
There was nothing to gain from revealing them in a place like this.
The Teacher showed no particular suspicion, merely nodding and beginning to check the Attendance Book.
After calling the names of everyone in the class, the Teacher spoke with a tone of regret.
“My, it seems two more students have left us. Such a shame.”
Yet even as he said this, his mouth continued to smile.
His eyes, by contrast, did not smile at all.
The disharmony of these three elements blended together to create a profound sense of wrongness.
“Very well then. Let us begin the lesson.”
The Teacher announced the start of class.
In that same moment, Woo Ju understood exactly what Hwa Ryeon had meant when she said things would change once class began.
Immediately after the lesson started, the students, who had been sitting utterly still like puppets, suddenly came to life.
It was as if they had switched from standby mode directly into operation.
“Now then, read along with me! Beneath the red peach tree lie three people, buried there, and if you were to dig it up…….”
“Beneath the red peach tree…….”
The students diligently followed the Teacher’s instructions, occasionally raising their hands to ask questions.
Through this process, Woo Ju noticed one more thing.
The students were desperately earnest.
As if they were all struggling to make a good impression.
But near the end of the lesson.
The Teacher suddenly pointed to Woo Ju and spoke.
“Very well. Park Dong-chul? What is the answer to this part?”
Woo Ju blinked.
‘What is he talking about?’
He couldn’t answer.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been paying attention to the lesson.
The problem was that the Teacher had never actually said which part he meant.
“Which part are you referring to?”
“That’s something you need to figure out yourself!”
What kind of nonsense was this? Woo Ju swallowed the words in his throat and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know.”
And with that, he simply answered that he didn’t know.
At that, the Teacher’s face suddenly twisted.
“You dare admit your ignorance so brazenly! You lack even the basic standards of a student! Come to the front!”
Woo Ju complied and moved forward.
The Teacher then picked up a Club.
But it was no ordinary Club.
It was a thick, heavy Club with sharp nails and blades embedded throughout.
Anyone struck by that would have no chance of survival.
“How many blows should you receive!”
“Zero.”
“Pardon?”
“I won’t be receiving any.”
The Teacher looked flustered for a moment before speaking.
“You’re saying you’ve done nothing wrong?”
“No. I’m just saying I won’t be hit.”
Woo Ju answered brazenly.
Hwa Ryeon, watching him, showed no particular surprise.
It made sense—there was something she had told him beforehand.
— Try to act as much like a problem student as possible. This school despises those who step outside the role of ‘student,’ but they can’t easily harm those who remain within that framework.
That was it.
Woo Ju was currently behaving in every way like a problem student.
“In the first place, does it make any sense to hit a student in this day and age? If they get hurt, are you going to pay for it? I can report this to the Department of Education, can’t I? Would you like to see an article in the newspaper—something like ‘High School Teacher’s Violence Exposed’?”
Woo Ju fired off the words rapidly, and the Teacher stammered in bewilderment.
But the Teacher did not back down.
“Insolent! How dare you defy a teacher’s authority!”
His speech had grown strange, and he raised the club high. If left unchecked, he looked ready to bring it down in a vicious swing.
“I’ll—”
Crash!
So Woo Ju threw the first punch.
The Teacher flew across the classroom and smashed into the opposite wall. Every student watched with eyes wide as saucers.
“If a teacher tries to hit a student, the student can hit the teacher back, right? Wouldn’t you agree?”
Then, as if speaking for all to hear, he addressed the Teacher now embedded in the far wall.
“People say the problem these days is that students backtalk their teachers and even resort to violence, so I’m creating that exact problem right now!”
Of course, he was really speaking to the School itself.
That it was something a student could do.
It looked absurd to anyone watching, but did it even make sense for a teacher to swing a club studded with blades and nails?
“Mm.”
Hwa Ryeon watched the scene and thought to herself. That wasn’t a problem student—that was the problem itself incarnate.
“Ugh—”
In the meantime, the Teacher who had been writhing against the wall staggered to his feet, his hands trembling as he pointed at Woo Ju.
“Student Dong-chul, once class is over, report to the Principal’s Office!”
Then, bent half over and writhing, he stumbled out of the classroom.
Woo Ju watched his departure with a calm expression.
It was a spectacular debut for a transfer student.
Continued in the next episode ▶
Urban Legends Obsessed with Catastrophe-Class Relics
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