The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 52

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Urban Legends and Catastrophe-Class Relics Episode 52
In the meantime, the teacher who had been writhing on the floor behind us struggled to his feet, his hands trembling as he pointed at Woo Ju and spoke.
“You, Park Dong Chul—come to the Teachers’ Office after class!”
Then, still contorted, his body bent at an awkward angle, he staggered out of the classroom.
Woo Ju watched his departure with perfect composure.
The transfer student’s debut had been spectacular.
Class was over.
Or rather, the teacher had left, so it had just fizzled out.
Woo Ju returned to his seat and scanned the other students.
Even though class had ended, their eyes still gleamed with energy.
It seemed that only after all their daily classes finished did they slip into the same power-save mode as before instruction began.
“Hmm.”
Woo Ju folded his arms and considered the matter.
‘I didn’t overdo it, did I?’
It felt like he’d gone harder than he’d originally planned.
But in that moment, there’d been no choice. He couldn’t just take every blow without fighting back, could he?
And then there was what Hwa Ryeon had said.
Better to be decisive than to resist half-heartedly.
If he was truly going to punish the teacher, it mattered little whether he did it hard or soft—the outcome would be the same.
Having thought that far, Woo Ju glanced sideways at Hwa Ryeon.
Just then, she turned and their eyes met.
The moment their gazes locked, Hwa Ryeon mouthed words to him.
Well done.
Woo Ju felt inwardly relieved.
Part of him wanted to talk with her more, but he held back.
They had agreed to keep their distance while at school.
If one of them got exposed or had to bail out because of trouble, the other needed to stay on mission.
The break passed, and second period began.
This teacher was different.
A woman, but she wore the same unnaturally bright smile as the first teacher.
‘Has she pasted that expression on her face?’
Woo Ju observed the teacher while entertaining such thoughts.
According to what he’d been told in advance, every single teacher here was not human.
“All right, then, let’s begin class right away! Today’s lesson is Ethics!”
The teacher clapped her hands sharply and launched into instruction.
The content that followed was unhinged by any reasonable standard.
Who to kill, stab, boil, tear at, rip apart.
Such topics came flowing out as if they were the most natural things in the world.
And in the brightest, most cheerful voice imaginable.
“So, what should we do when we dislike someone? That’s right, we should…….”
Woo Ju listened in a daze.
He wasn’t concentrating particularly hard, but at least the content wasn’t the kind that would put him to sleep—a small mercy.
If he dozed off, they’d use it against him as an excuse to punish him.
But then, around the middle of the lesson.
The teacher pointed directly at Woo Ju and spoke.
“Park Dong Chul!”
“Yes?”
“If someone dislikes you for no reason, what should you do?”
Without much hesitation, Woo Ju answered.
“You have to give them a reason to.”
At that, the teacher’s eyes sparkled and she clapped her hands.
“Perfect answer! Exactly! If they dislike you without reason, you must give them one!”
Woo Ju’s expression darkened at the praise.
Praise is relative. To be complimented by a teacher spouting nonsense all period held no joy.
In any case, unlike the first period’s teacher, this one merely praised Woo Ju and moved on, and the class ended without incident.
All the subsequent periods were much the same.
Each had its own peculiarities, but none of the teachers confronted him as blatantly as the first one had.
After all the day’s classes ended.
“Well, I’m heading out.”
“Right. If anything feels off, get out immediately.”
Woo Ju had a brief exchange with Hwa Ryeon before heading to the Teachers’ Office.
The teacher from First Period had told him to come by once class ended.
Defiance was one thing, but outright disrespect was a line he couldn’t cross.
Step outside the school’s rules, and they’d move to actively expel him from the place.
‘Quiet.’
After all classes finished, the school was eerily silent.
Even with students still on campus.
The reason became clear the moment he glanced into the classrooms.
Students who’d brimmed with vitality during lessons now stared ahead with the same vacant eyes they’d worn at morning assembly.
Like dolls with their batteries ripped out mid-operation.
‘Some of them have to be real people.’
Unfortunately, it wasn’t easy to distinguish humans from spirits by sight alone.
There were various reasons, but the most important was that people were pretending to be spirits.
Act too differently from the other students, and the teachers would mark you as a problem.
Woo Ju had already been marked from the start anyway, so he just behaved as he normally would.
It didn’t take long before he reached the Teachers’ Office.
Knock-knock.
A voice called out from inside.
“Come in.”
He opened the door and stepped inside, taking in the office.
It was far more ordinary than he’d expected—teachers scattered about at their desks, some murmuring conversations to one another.
The teacher who’d summoned him sat by the window on the left side.
Woo Ju approached, answering the teacher’s gesture.
The teacher wasted no time.
“You know what you did wrong, don’t you?”
Woo Ju fixed the teacher with a steady gaze before speaking.
“Then do you know what you did wrong?”
“What?”
“Surely you’re not unaware that pressuring a student this way constitutes psychological harm? You’re a teacher. School violence doesn’t only happen between students—it includes teacher-on-student abuse.”
He hadn’t thought it through carefully; the words had simply poured out as they came to him.
Yet it was enough to stun the teacher into silence.
The man’s mouth opened and closed several times before he managed a bewildered tone.
“How dare you speak to a teacher like that!”
“Like that? You’re even idolizing yourself now? I could report that to the Ministry of Education too.”
The moment the Ministry of Education was mentioned, the teacher’s words caught again.
From what Woo Ju had observed, that was the most effective keyword with this man.
Followed by threats about media reports and formal complaints.
“This is—I’m only saying this for your own good!”
“And who exactly has benefited from hearing that?”
Every time Woo Ju spoke, the teacher’s mouth fell open again.
His rhetorical skills were weaker than expected.
Which explained why he’d fumbled during class and looked rattled.
“Student.”
Then another teacher, seated nearby, smiled and spoke up.
“Park’s manner of speaking is a bit rough, but he genuinely cares about his students. From what I hear, you couldn’t answer a question properly during class, is that right? Students should be focusing on their studies, shouldn’t they?”
It was a plausible argument.
But the question the teacher had asked had nothing to do with the lesson content, and the stick he’d called “discipline” had been nothing short of a lethal weapon.
Still, Woo Ju had no intention of picking apart each of those details.
That wouldn’t be defiant enough—it would come across as petty.
So he replied with a sullen expression.
“Why?”
“Pardon?”
“Why should students focus on their studies?”
“Well, that’s…….”
“Is there a law about it? ‘Students must focus on their studies. If they don’t, teachers may beat them as much as they wish.’ Is that how it works?”
“No, of course not…….”
“Then isn’t it just something you teachers decided among yourselves? I wasn’t doing anything else during class—I simply couldn’t answer a question. I attend regularly, I listen, I study hard. So why should I have to tolerate violence?”
He spoke without pausing for breath, and the teacher who’d come to support his colleague lost his words as well.
Woo Ju lifted his chin toward them both.
“If you just don’t like me, say so.”
Suddenly, as I said it, I realized I could never have said something like that if other people were around.
Because everyone thinks it’s a ghost, I just don’t bother watching my manners and throw things carelessly!
For the record, Woo Ju wasn’t a model student back in his school days, but he was a fairly diligent one.
“Then, I’ll be going.”
Since he’d run out of things to say anyway, Woo Ju turned without hesitation and left.
He half-hoped the teachers might do something before he walked out, but unfortunately they showed no reaction whatsoever until he was gone.
After slipping out of the Teachers’ Office, Woo Ju glanced beyond the window and scratched his chin.
‘Too bad there was no reaction.’
Would it have been different if I’d left more dramatically? Woo Ju mused on that as he headed toward the place he’d agreed to meet Hwa Ryeon.
The meeting place was a bench on the west side of the building where the Classroom stood.
When he got there, Hwa Ryeon was sitting and waved with a smile.
“Did the consultation go well?”
“Yeah.”
Woo Ju nodded and sat on the bench, speaking to Hwa Ryeon.
“For now, it doesn’t seem like they’ll do anything immediately, but I don’t think this’ll hold up for long.”
Hwa Ryeon nodded at that too.
“From what I saw, that’s right. It looks like they’ve had you marked as a thorn in their side from the start.”
Hwa Ryeon said that from the very first question, the signs were already blatantly obvious.
And even in the class afterward, questions were concentrated oddly only on Woo Ju.
“I think they probably sense that you’re something out of the ordinary.”
“No way, you think so?”
“Maybe not at first, but they do now. You did take out one of the teachers, after all.”
“Ah.”
At Woo Ju’s response, Hwa Ryeon smiled and spoke.
“Don’t worry. Looking at the situation, I don’t think you’ll need to stay much longer.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Thanks to you drawing all that attention, I’ve been able to move around pretty freely.”
Hwa Ryeon said as much and shared the information she’d collected.
After hearing it all, Woo Ju wore an expression of surprise.
The information was so vast it was hard to believe she’d gathered it all in just a single day.
“When on earth did you manage to find out so much?”
“Just here and there whenever I had the chance.”
Hwa Ryeon shrugged, then her expression turned serious again.
“Anyway, if all goes as planned, I’ll move tomorrow. What did I tell you to do tomorrow?”
“You said to be even more reckless than today.”
“Right.”
Hwa Ryeon confirmed Woo Ju’s words.
“So the first goal is to get dragged to the Punishment Room.”
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The first day at school passed quickly.
He had to sleep at the Dormitory, but surprisingly nothing happened while he was asleep.
If anything bothered him, it was just the sound of something whimpering from somewhere while he slept.
But Woo Ju didn’t worry about it and slept well.
‘It felt like something approached me in the middle of the night.’
He vaguely remembered a form approaching through the darkness.
When he woke, nothing had happened.
There seemed to be some black fragments left on the floor, though. It felt like he might have unconsciously swung the Iron Pipe around……
In any case, Woo Ju got to school on time and took his seat five minutes before class started.
But right as class began.
“Park Dong Chul! What is that getup!”
“Yes?”
Woo Ju looked down at his own clothes.
Just ordinary school uniform.
The teacher spoke to Woo Ju.
“There’s no decorum in your uniform!”
“Decorum?”
“Yes!”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean! Just look and you should know! Come up to the teacher’s desk!”
As Woo Ju heard those words, he thought to himself.
These guys are just charging ahead now.
They don’t even seem bothered enough to pick a fight anymore.
So Woo Ju decided to just charge ahead too. It was the plan anyway.
“No!”
“What, what?”
Woo Ju shouted boldly.
“I don’t take orders from anyone weaker than me!”
Continued in the next chapter ▶
Urban Legends and the Catastrophe-Class Relics’ Obsession
Author
Yi Se Gye Sa Jang
Publisher
Kim Seok Hwan, Choi Se Ra
Published by
Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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