The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 82

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Catastrophe-Class Relics from Urban Legends – Episode 82
The Jizang Bosal Statue.
A stone statue commonly seen in Japan, also called Ojizo-san or Ojizo-sama.
If you describe it as a small stone figure wearing something like a red bib, most people would go, “Oh, that one!” and immediately know what you meant.
‘Is it this?’
Woo Ju narrowed his eyes.
If the Pandora’s Box hadn’t singled out this very thing as the culprit, he would never have noticed.
There was no sense of ominous presence emanating from it, after all.
But there was one detail that stood out.
Talismans were plastered all over the statue’s surface.
Whoom-whoom-whoom—!
At that moment, the Pandora’s Box vibrated even more violently.
As if confirming that he’d found the right target.
Woo Ju walked slowly toward the statue in response.
The statue trembled and hummed as he approached—as if warning him to stay back.
But if he’d been the type to heed such warnings, he wouldn’t have destroyed everything in his path to get here in the first place.
“If you didn’t want me coming, you shouldn’t have brought me here in the first place.”
With those words, Woo Ju raised the Iron Pipe.
“I did not summon you.”
A voice came from somewhere.
When he looked up, he saw a man standing there.
Like the others he’d faced on the way up, the man wore a white shirt and black pants.
“It was you who suddenly appeared here by breaking through the wall.”
Woo Ju immediately grasped the man’s true nature.
This, too, was merely a shell—a vessel. The one actually speaking was the small stone statue right before him.
“Me?”
“Yes. My power has no effect on you, you’ve been rummaging through this place, and when I tried to persuade you to leave peacefully, you suddenly destroyed everything!”
Anger was evident in that voice.
Woo Ju scratched his chin.
“Then you should have said so from the start.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to speak!”
“Mm.”
Was that so?
Woo Ju thought back for a moment.
Now that he thought about it, the thing had been saying something on and off as he approached—but he’d dismissed it as mere noise and hadn’t really listened.
After a brief moment of reflection, Woo Ju looked back at the statue.
“Either way, that doesn’t undo what you’ve done, does it?”
Regardless of the back-and-forth, Woo Ju had come all this way because he couldn’t stand how this Street District operated.
In the end, it was a monstrosity that lured people in and left only shells behind. That was its true nature.
“These people came here of their own volition. I merely created a space for them to—”
The creature immediately opened its mouth and poured out words as if it had been waiting for this chance.
But Woo Ju tuned it out midway through. It was all exactly what he’d expected to hear.
Woo Ju knew very well what he needed to do in moments like this.
“Right. I see.”
Simply ignore it and swing the Iron Pipe.
“Now disappear.”
—Crash—!
Crash—!
The Iron Pipe came down like lightning upon the Jizang Bosal Statue.
A sharp crack split across the stone.
Screee—!
A horrifically unpleasant shriek echoed out at the same moment.
Woo Ju frowned but didn’t stop, raising the Iron Pipe again.
This time, all manner of negative thoughts flooded into his mind.
It was far from a refined attack—more like pouring everything possible into a desperate last stand.
“Huh.”
But an onslaught of wild, indiscriminate attacks would never succeed.
Crash—!
The Iron Pipe came down again, and the cracks widened further.
If the creature had thrown its full power at him from the beginning instead of trying to half-heartedly persuade him, it might have bought itself more time.
But he did not, and paid the price at once.
Crash!
The destruction of his true form.
With a deafening boom, the small statue split wide open, and its fragments scattered in all directions.
Shriek!
—If only it weren’t for that woman!
Another scream tore through the air, laced with anguish and bitterness.
The cry stretched on, growing fainter and fainter, until at last it vanished without a trace.
Rumble!
The Street District began to shake.
Cracks spider-webbed across building facades, and neon signs flickered out one by one.
The beeping of arcade machines faded, the music from karaoke boxes dimmed—everything settling into silence.
‘The Street District is disappearing.’
Of course it was. This space had existed only because that creature maintained it; now that it was gone, the space itself was unraveling.
If nothing went wrong, it would return to where it had always been.
“Eek!”
But then a scream reached him from somewhere distant.
Not the creature’s grating cry—an ordinary human voice.
Woo Ju glanced around and spotted someone gripping a tilted streetlight, clinging to it for balance.
A girl with a large backpack—Yuki.
She’d probably be fine if he left her be, but seeing her so terrified, he couldn’t just walk away.
Tap.
Woo Ju pushed off lightly from the ground and sprinted toward her.
The distance wasn’t great, so he reached her quickly. As he arrived, he grabbed her backpack strap and spoke.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to go home soon.”
“What? But the Street District is completely collapsing!”
Fair point. It was hard to ask her to calm down when the destruction looked so dire.
Especially considering this was Japan—the scene could easily pass for an earthquake.
So Woo Ju paused briefly before speaking.
“You wanted to go home, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes?”
“You’ll be able to soon.”
“Really?”
“Yes. So wait here. It won’t be long.”
He hadn’t given any particular reason, hadn’t made a logical argument.
Yet somehow, the moment Yuki heard those words, her anxiety melted away.
There was something in his tone that made her believe him—truly believe.
“O-okay.”
Yuki nodded.
Though she still didn’t let go of the streetlight.
Even tilted as it was, she couldn’t release it without her nerves completely unraveling.
Woo Ju didn’t try to pry her away. Instead, he stood there and surveyed the surroundings.
Nearly everything around them had already crumbled.
Normally when something collapsed, its debris would pile on solid ground. But this was different.
The ground itself was collapsing too.
And through the cracks, that deep darkness from before seeped through.
Rumble!
Soon, the ground beneath Woo Ju and Yuki gave way as well.
But Woo Ju waited calmly while Yuki trembled, her eyes screwed shut.
Whoosh.
A floating sensation wrapped around them.
As he felt himself rising into nothingness, Woo Ju gripped the Iron Pipe firmly and waited.
Thud.
Within seconds, solid ground returned beneath his feet.
His vision flooded with light, and the world came into focus.
Woo Ju now stood in a narrow Alley.
“Yelp!”
Beside him came a start of surprise. He turned to see Yuki still trembling, her eyes clamped shut.
“It’s alright now.”
Woo Ju patted her shoulder gently as he spoke.
At that, Yuki flinched and trembled, then slowly opened one eye. Her expression shifted to surprise.
“You’re… back?”
“Yes, it seems we are.”
The surroundings showed no garish neon signs, no arcades or karaoke parlors with their dazzling lights.
Just a dark, quiet street.
Well, “quiet” was only half accurate, to be precise.
The spot where they stood was indeed silent, but ahead on the main street, she could see a fair number of people moving about.
“Ah…”
Yuki stared at that street with a dazed expression, then glanced at Woo Ju as if about to say something.
But in that instant, her eyes suddenly widened.
“I remember!”
“Yes?”
“How I ended up there! Who I am!”
Woo Ju regarded her with a puzzled look.
“I’m, that is… um…”
Yuki stammered, trying to say something but unable to find the words. Whatever it was seemed difficult to speak aloud.
“Woo Ju!”
Then someone called to him again. This time the voice was quite familiar.
Turning his head, Woo Ju saw a figure approaching from the Alley.
It was Hwa Ryeon.
“Just as I thought—no one answered, so you were here.”
“Whew, thank goodness.”
And right behind her came Shinichi.
At the unexpected pair, Woo Ju wondered what was happening and turned to look at them both. But Shinichi, who had worn a relieved expression, caught sight of Yuki behind Woo Ju and his face went pale with shock.
“Captain!”
At those words, a question mark appeared on Woo Ju’s face.
He glanced back, wondering if there was someone else behind him, but of course there was only Yuki.
When Yuki’s eyes met his, she offered an awkward smile and spoke.
“Well… shall we begin with the scene analysis?”
It had been a very confusing night.
* * *
“So you went to investigate the scene alone, and something went wrong.”
“That’s right. I was nearly finished with the Sealing when the resistance proved stronger than expected. And they even used civilians’ bodies as shields.”
Yuki spoke in a measured tone.
“In the process of recovering from the injuries I sustained, I used a Relic to suppress both my power and my memories entirely.”
As she said this final part, her gaze turned toward Woo Ju.
In that look lay an explanation of why her appearance had been as it was.
That was right.
Yuki was no mere civilian.
She was the Captain of the Response Team of the Inspection Bureau of Japan—Hayakawa Mizuki. That was her true identity.
“Then, the name Yuki was…?”
“My real name.”
“Ah.”
Woo Ju nodded.
Using aliases within the Inspection Bureau was quite common.
Names held considerable mystical significance, so many deliberately hid their true names while on duty.
Of course, as evident from Woo Ju’s own use of his real name, it wasn’t mandatory.
Then Yuki rose from her seat, bowed slightly, and spoke.
“Thanks to you, I was able to resolve a problem that had troubled me for so long. And I’ve returned safely myself. I’m truly grateful.”
“No, no. I just happened to get caught up in it by chance.”
Woo Ju waved his hand.
True to his words, he hadn’t gone there to solve that case.
He’d simply come out for dinner and stumbled into the matter by accident.
“Even so, you did help. And it’s quite likely that your involvement was due to my influence.”
“Yuki—or, Mizuki, you mean?”
“Yes. Among the Relics I carry is one that arranges events most favorably for its owner, and it seems that one activated.”
“Wow… that sounds incredibly useful.”
“It is quite useful. The price, though, is that once used, I suffer petty misfortunes for an entire month.”
The moment those words left her lips, Mizuki reached out to grab her cup, but her hand slipped and she knocked it over with a sharp clang.
Coffee spilled out with a splash, soaking straight through to Mizuki’s lap.
“……So it’s like this.”
“……I see.”
An awkward silence hung between them as she wiped down the table.
It was Shinichi, seated across from her, who broke it.
“While you were missing, a serious incident occurred.”
“What happened?”
“Shutendoji’s Sealing came undone, and the creature went berserk. We’re currently working to re-seal it.”
“What?”
Yuki’s face hardened instantly.
“Then who’s managing Shutendoji right now?”
“Yes? Right now, the captain of Response Team 3 is…….”
“We need to get to the scene immediately.”
Yuki rose from her seat without waiting for Shinichi to finish.
She turned to him, her expression grim.
“The reason I ended up going into that place alone — it was all because of that Response Team 3 captain’s scheming.”
Continued in the next chapter ▶
Urban Legends: A Catastrophe-Class Relic’s Obsession
Author
Isekaishacho
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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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