The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 69

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Catastrophe-Class Relics from Urban Legends Become Obsessed — Episode 69
With a deafening roar, the vanguard of the procession evaporated entirely.
The agents from the other Branch Office who had been maintaining the trap widened their eyes and looked toward where Woo Ju stood.
Of course, this was only the beginning.
Bang, bang, crash!
Woo Ju began relentlessly pulverizing the procession.
The number of grotesqueries that composed the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade was, quite literally, incalculable.
Precisely because of this, the original plan had never aimed to crush them all through sheer force.
If they failed to prevent the landing, the intention was to lure them to a remote location, stall them there as long as possible to drain their strength, while simultaneously evacuating civilians from the path.
“Wow…”
“Insane…”
Yet the other Branch Office personnel formed a different impression of Woo Ju’s display.
Roughly along the lines of: ‘Wait, couldn’t he just annihilate all of them on his own?’
That was how overwhelming the power Woo Ju demonstrated truly was.
“Push forward harder!”
But that didn’t last long.
The other staff members quickly snapped to attention and joined in, beginning their assault on the creatures composing the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade.
Once the trap’s effect wore off, those things would start moving again.
They had to break their momentum before that happened—otherwise the creatures would rampage uncontrollably.
Whoosh!
Someone scattered Talismans.
Splash!
Another person produced something like a bucket and scattered its contents around while muttering something under their breath.
The methods varied, but the effects were much the same.
The spirits, yokai, and grotesqueries forming the procession shrieked and retreated.
Crash!
Still, the most striking figure remained Woo Ju.
He showed no sign of fatigue, continuing at the same relentless pace, swinging the Iron Pipe and crushing everything in his path.
At first, the beings in the procession had tried to resist Woo Ju, but at some point they began either surging away to the opposite side or shrinking back defensively.
They had been crushed beneath his overwhelming momentum.
Burst!
Then, at a certain moment, bright light spread outward once more.
At the same time, Hwa Ryeon shouted.
“The trap’s effect is gone! Everyone be careful!”
Immediately after, the demeanor of the beings composing the procession shifted.
Those who had been passively taking punishment suddenly began rushing forward, radiating an ominous aura.
In an instant, the personnel began getting pushed back.
“This way!”
“We’re being pushed here too!”
The people quickly gathered at several points and pooled their strength.
The retreat halted and gradually shifted into a stalemate.
Of course, one location remained an exception.
Shriek!
“Shut up!”
Crash!
Woo Ju didn’t stop.
No matter how ominous their aura became, each individual creature in the procession was still no match for Woo Ju whatsoever.
After all, Woo Ju’s Iron Pipe was the very weapon that had even overcome something as vicious as a Tatarikami.
So how could mere Piramis possibly stand against it?
Crash!
Thanks to Woo Ju standing at the front and holding them back, the procession couldn’t advance an inch.
Still, no one celebrated prematurely.
Though the other Branch Office personnel didn’t know the full extent of Woo Ju’s strength, Hwa Ryeon, who had devised the plan, understood it very well.
If Woo Ju could have held them back so easily on his own, would she have been worried in the first place?
Hwa Ryeon watched the procession carefully before suddenly crying out.
“Fall back now!”
Woo Ju, who had been swinging the Iron Pipe tirelessly, withdrew without hesitation, and the others quickly increased their distance as well.
And then, immediately after.
Wailing!
Shrieking!
Creak-creak, creak, creak-creak, creak-creak, creak, creak-creak, creak-creak-creak, creak, creak
Torrents of jarring, discordant sounds poured through the air like a dam collapsing, each one drilling into the ears.
If that had been the end of it, Woo Ju would have simply plugged his ears and continued with what he was doing.
But it was only the beginning.
Crack-creak, snap, shriek—!
The vast procession of entities began to writhe, fracture, merge with one another, and spiral into chaos.
That was the real headache with the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade.
Their sole purpose was to return to the Ghost Gate—they moved for nothing else.
They might incidentally harm things blocking their path, but their fundamental drive wasn’t to destroy or harm people; it was simply to proceed.
The danger arose when that purpose was obstructed.
At first, they merely grew more ferocious, but when the procession was continuously hindered and stalled for prolonged periods, as it was now—
—they, aah, aaaaaaaah—!
—they would abruptly spiral into an uncontrolled rampage, devouring everything around them.
This was precisely why the Japanese government ordinarily allowed the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade to proceed unimpeded, letting it reach the Ghost Gate safely.
But from the start, such accommodation was impossible here; the only option was to stop them.
Inhale—
Hwa Ryeon drew the long pipe to her lips and breathed deeply, then exhaled.
Smoke poured forth—denser than even when she’d faced the Tatarikami—and engulfed the procession.
The effect was immediate.
The procession that had been rushing toward the people around them began tearing into each other instead.
As though their own comrades had become their mortal enemies.
“Attack!”
At that signal, the other operatives who had been holding back resumed their offensive.
They unleashed everything they had. If they didn’t break the procession’s momentum now, it would advance over them and sweep across the residential areas beyond.
And before that could happen, those gathered here might be swallowed first.
To prevent that, they had no choice but to pour on the assault with everything they had.
Crash—!
Woo Ju plunged directly into the heart of the procession and swung the iron pipe with frenzied abandon.
Even in a rampage, the procession offered no real resistance to him.
‘Damn, there are so many.’
What concerned him more was stamina.
It wasn’t that his own energy was depleted—not yet. The problem was that far too many enemies remained.
Despite the relentless assault from the start, well over half the procession still stood intact.
It wasn’t that their offensive was weak.
They simply faced too many of these things.
‘Until morning, then.’
For the procession to naturally dissipate, the sun had to rise.
Which meant either enduring until then or eliminating every last one. No other option.
Actually testing both possibilities, he could feel clearly that neither was going to be easy.
Though he’d known that from the start.
Still, there was no other way.
He’d considered using the Necronomicon, but Hwa Ryeon had advised against it, citing poor compatibility.
Given the nature of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, if the Necronomicon couldn’t wipe them out in one sweep, things could go very wrong.
Woo Ju had thought the same thing possible, so he hadn’t brought the Necronomicon.
Buzz—!
Then, suddenly, the iron pipe vibrated roughly.
At first, Woo Ju thought the pipe was just petulantly demanding his attention instead of thinking about other artifacts, but the vibration only intensified.
As though insisting he pay attention to it.
Crash!
He swung the iron pipe once more, then paused and concentrated on the vibration.
Then he felt something—faint, but present.
‘Over there?’
The pipe was pointing toward something. Toward the heart of the procession.
Buzz—!
When he looked that way, the pipe vibrated again, as if affirming his guess.
He didn’t waste time deliberating.
“So there’s something over there?”
The path to it was densely packed with enemies, but whether he held his ground or pushed forward, it amounted to the same thing.
Woo Ju immediately moved toward that direction.
Buzz—!
And with perfect timing, smoke rushed toward Woo Ju’s path, causing the monsters to lunge at each other.
Woo Ju caught a glimpse to the side and realized Hwa Ryeon was watching his position.
Not coincidence—she’d spotted his movement and provided immediate support.
At that, Woo Ju’s lips curved upward as he accelerated.
Crash-boom-boom!
After dispatching over a hundred spirits, Woo Ju finally reached the location the Iron Pipe had indicated.
At first, nothing particularly stood out, so he focused on clearing away what lay directly before him.
But before long, something abruptly caught his eye.
It was something shaped like a small child—a thing woven together from straw, twigs, cloth scraps stained with blood, and various odds and ends.
At first, he’d taken it for another grotesquely twisted spirit like the rest.
But upon closer inspection, there was a clear difference beyond its appearance.
For one, it seemed utterly indifferent to Woo Ju and the other spirits.
To be more precise, it felt less like a spirit and more like a moving object.
‘What is that?’
He could have simply dismissed it as something strange mixed in, but even as Woo Ju swung the Iron Pipe, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from it.
Whirrrr-whirrrr-whirrrr!
The Iron Pipe’s vibration grew steadily stronger, reaching a crescendo as it approached the creature’s vicinity.
Woo Ju paused to consider.
What was it? What should he do about it? Did it have something to do with this situation?
Multiple questions arose in his mind and faded. Soon, a single thought filled that space.
‘Just smash it.’
Whatever it was, the Iron Pipe seemed to want him to destroy it.
The Iron Pipe had never steered him wrong, so Woo Ju decided to follow its will.
The moment he raised the Iron Pipe high, everything around him suddenly turned to face Woo Ju in unison.
Their eyes brimming with sinister malice, they began charging with even greater frenzy than before.
But rather than alarm or fear, Woo Ju’s lips curved into a smile.
Couldn’t you feel it from their reaction alone?
Whatever it was, this was something extremely important!
Woo Ju pressed on with that thought and brought the Iron Pipe down.
Crack!
It crumbled without the slightest resistance, crushed in a single blow.
At that instant, the spirits that had been rushing toward Woo Ju with outstretched hands nearly froze in place simultaneously.
No—not just the spirits in the immediate vicinity.
Every spirit in the procession stiffened as though broken, their expressions turning vacant and dazed.
But Woo Ju couldn’t afford to keep staring at the sight.
Whoooosh!
Black mist poured forth from what he’d destroyed and engulfed Woo Ju.
The sight reminded him of the man who’d burst out when he’d beaten the Tatarikami.
Something about the feeling seemed similar.
Whoosh!
The mist crashed over Woo Ju.
Ting!
It bounced away with a clear, ringing sound. The sight stirred a strange sense of déjà vu.
“Ah!”
Woo Ju suddenly remembered where he’d seen that before.
It was exactly like when he’d nearly fallen to a curse once.
The moment it tried to bore into his body but was stopped by his leather jacket and bounced clean away.
The black mist circled around him once, then tried to charge at Woo Ju again—but he had no intention of letting it.
Like a batter swinging at an incoming pitch.
Pow!
He swung the Iron Pipe cleanly, striking the mist in a satisfying arc.
The mist, which had been bunched tightly together, exploded apart with a tremendous sound.
-Kyaaaaahhh! How! How is this possible!
A familiar voice reached his ears immediately after.
The exact same voice as the man who’d burst from the Tatarikami.
For whatever reason, Woo Ju’s mood became extraordinarily good.
Continued in next chapter ▶
Catastrophe-Class Relics Within Urban Legends Become Obsessed
Author
Lee Se-gye
Publisher
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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