The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 9

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Urban Legends and Calamitous Relics: An Obsession — Chapter 9
Ujoo raised the steel pipe high and brought it down with force.
Crash!
The formless creature that had been bearing down on him flew backward with a deafening bang.
It was the kind of sight that left you feeling thoroughly satisfied.
Ujoo readied himself to swing the pipe again as he spoke.
“Looks like their numbers are dropping, doesn’t it?”
At first, no matter how many of those bizarre creatures he struck down, they kept coming, wave after wave.
But as time wore on, he felt their advance slowing noticeably.
“Yeah. It’s definitely slowed.”
Hwaryeon, sharing the same assessment, nodded calmly as she replied.
Natural enough, perhaps, but the creatures were still lunging relentlessly at her as well.
Slash!
While she couldn’t hurl them away with the same overwhelming force as Ujoo, she wielded her blade with steady precision, methodically dispatching each one.
“You’re not getting tired, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
Ujoo swung the steel pipe again, his motion fluid and powerful.
He’d never been the type to tire easily, but with this steel pipe in hand, he seemed to have found some strange reserve of endurance.
As a result, his strikes showed no diminishment from his first swing.
Whoosh!
About ten minutes had passed.
“Huh… they’ve stopped coming.”
“They have.”
The creatures’ assault had finally ceased.
Ujoo looked down at the last thing he’d defeated. It lay sprawled at his feet, and its appearance was deeply unsettling.
Its entire body was blackened, and it bore a crude, twisted silhouette that mimicked the human form.
Some had charged on two legs normally enough, while others scuttled forward on four in a sickening rhythm.
Watching those human-like shapes move in such ways sent a wave of biological revulsion through him.
Hisssss…
There was one more distinctive feature.
Once struck down, these creatures didn’t linger—within moments, they dissolved into black smoke and vanished entirely.
Thanks to this, even though well over a hundred had been dispatched, the surroundings remained pristine.
Hwaryeon wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve and spoke.
“I have a feeling raw force isn’t going to be the answer here.”
“Right. They’re weaker-willed than I expected.”
At Ujoo’s comment, Hwaryeon let out a soft laugh before speaking.
“True enough. But the station’s still intact. The darkness too.”
“Ah, right—it’s nighttime here.”
They’d boarded the subway just after eleven. Yet this station was shrouded in darkness as though deep night had fallen.
“It’s a pattern reported across all incidents. No matter what time passengers board, they arrive to find it’s night.”
Hwaryeon moved forward slowly.
“Should we start by examining the station building?”
“Let’s. Oh—what if we tried destroying that building too?”
“That’s actually a good idea. If we don’t find another approach, we’ll try it immediately.”
The moment she spoke, the darkness surrounding the station building trembled ever so slightly, but neither of them noticed.
Thus, Ujoo and Hwaryeon approached what was plainly a long-abandoned station structure.
A sign was posted there bearing the name “Sakyeong Station,” and this time it included Chinese characters as well.
[Sakyeong Station — Realm of Death]
“Hmm. That’s one of the names I’d anticipated.”
“Quite an ominous name.”
“Places tied to urban legends tend to be. Now, the door…”
Clank!
Hwaryeon pulled hard at the station door, but it only shuddered—it wouldn’t open.
Confirming this, she turned back to Ujoo and spoke.
“Want to take a swing?”
“Sure.”
Without hesitation, Ujoo raised the steel pipe and swung.
Crash!
The door panel tore loose with a tremendous din.
Hwaryeon nodded with a pleased expression at the sight.
“Steel pipe really does the trick. Impressive stuff.”
The sword she’d brought for this expedition was no ordinary blade either, but it didn’t compare to Ujoo’s steel pipe.
Then again, anything capable of smashing a ghost gate to pieces would naturally be extraordinary.
Of course, that didn’t mean Ujoo had done nothing.
Fundamentally, wielding something of that caliber was no simple matter. Hwaryeon was certain of it.
If she were the one holding it, she doubted she could channel even half the power Ujoo commanded.
In fact, it might refuse to grant her any power at all.
That was the nature of a divine artifact.
Not everyone who grasped it could wield the same strength.
“Still, for a station, this place feels oddly empty.”
“Tell me about it. From outside, through the glass, it looked presentable enough. But once you’re actually inside, it feels hollow.”
Hwaryeon looked around, responding to his observation.
When viewed through the windows from outside, the furnishings had seemed fairly abundant. In reality, most of the space lay bare.
It was as if objects had been placed only where they’d catch the eye.
“This was never meant for anyone to step inside.”
“That appears to be the case.”
The two slowly made their way through the station.
“Hmm.”
Breaking in had been straightforward enough, but now that they were here, there wasn’t much to do.
Or rather, nothing to salvage.
“I was convinced the station itself was the core.”
Hwaryeon scratched her cheek.
Ujoo turned to her with a question.
“Should we destroy it anyway?”
“No. Hold off for now. Breaking this place won’t solve anything. Like I said, it doesn’t seem to be the core.”
With that, Hwaryeon stepped back out of the station and swept her gaze across the surroundings.
“I think the entire district here has undergone Interdimensional Transformation.”
“Interdimensional Transformation?”
“Right. It’s not just one location that’s been corrupted. This whole place is a separate dimension unto itself.”
Hwaryeon tapped the ground with her sword as she spoke.
“You can’t solve this by smashing things. It’ll probably repair itself naturally in time.”
That’s what makes urban legends born from stories so terrifying.
They sustain themselves through the power of the ‘story’ itself.
“Then what should we do?”
“Starve it to death.”
“Starve it?”
At Ujoo’s puzzled expression, Hwaryeon nodded.
“This place survives because stories about Sakyeong Station are being copied and spread. More victims are drawn in. Through those victims, the rumors proliferate further.”
“So starving it means…?”
“We have to stop the story from spreading. Delete every post about it online.”
As she spoke, Hwaryeon rummaged through her bag.
“But first, we need to seal this place. If victims keep appearing, it’ll be impossible to stop the story from spreading.”
Sealing. As she said the word, Hwaryeon pulled a yellow talisman from her bag.
“Ah… you’re going to use that talisman?”
“Yes. Though to seal it completely, I’ll probably need to come back. This isn’t really my specialty.”
That much seemed likely.
Something about Hwaryeon just didn’t fit that particular domain.
That person named Cheongwoo who’d been with her before—he seemed like the type who’d excel at this sort of work.
“Should I help?”
“No. Instead, keep watch while I place the talismans. It’ll definitely try to stop me.”
“Understood.”
Ujoo walked alongside Hwaryeon, the steel pipe slung across his shoulder.
Hwaryeon held several talismans and began placing them throughout the station.
But about halfway through—
Boom!
A thick fog poured from somewhere, and from within it, the creatures they’d encountered before burst forth again.
Ujoo immediately readied himself to swing the pipe at the incoming creatures.
“Wait!”
But Hwaryeon suddenly grabbed his arm to stop him.
“There’s a person mixed in with them.”
“People?”
Ujoo narrowed his eyes at her words and examined the approaching figures more carefully.
Just as Hwaryeon had said, he could now make out certain beings among them with distinctly different features scattered throughout.
Unlike the creatures that were uniformly black, these were covered in thick, viscous black liquid, yet their centers held intact human bodies.
Hwaryeon clicked her tongue at the sight.
“It’s desperate, then. They’re even putting out the humans they were holding as prey to try to stop us.”
“Is it more dangerous?”
“No. It’s just more troublesome to deal with. If we just attack with raw force, the people will take damage too.”
After saying that much, Hwaryeon spoke in a grave tone.
“We cannot harm the civilians we’re meant to rescue.”
“Right.”
Ujoo’s expression turned troubled.
The Steel Pipe was incredibly versatile, but unfortunately it wasn’t especially skilled at force control.
“Then what should we do?”
Even as they spoke, the creatures continued closing the distance.
Hwaryeon glanced at the Talisman in her hand and sighed.
“I can use this, but if I do, the Sealing is forfeit.”
An opportunity like this wouldn’t come around often.
Speaking those words, Hwaryeon appeared lost in thought.
Then, in that moment.
Whisk-whisk-whisk.
Suddenly, the sound of pages turning rang out near Ujoo’s ear.
He turned his head to the side in surprise—a book was hovering beside him. He started, having not noticed it until now.
Ujoo caught it reflexively, and immediately after, his eyes met Hwaryeon’s.
“……What is that?”
“Well, you see. It’s a book I picked up yesterday.”
“A book?”
“Yes.”
As he answered, Ujoo glanced at the tome.
Somehow, the book had opened itself to a page.
Then, at that moment.
Ujoo’s expression changed subtly as he read the characters on that page.
Seeing this, Hwaryeon seemed to realize something and asked urgently.
“Wait—don’t tell me that book also appeared out of nowhere like the Steel Pipe? Something you can’t throw away?”
“Yes, that’s right. Except…”
Ujoo’s gaze fixed on that page. The monsters were closing in, nearly upon him now.
The Steel Pipe, which normally would have stirred Ujoo from such focus, remained silent this time.
As if it knew this would be better for him.
And so. Ujoo opened his mouth, as if entranced.
“Ia Thul’karash, ven ul-tha marun. Noth kalath, ir’ruun sha.”
From his lips flowed a language he had never known before, never even imagined.
The Necronomicon, delighted to receive its master’s attention for the first time, trembled with passion and lent its power to his words.
And so it became not mere muttering, but a true Incantation, imbued with definite force.
Shhhhh.
Over the black mist that had enveloped the station, another mist layered itself.
Then Sakyeong Station began shaking violently—as if an animal whose territory was being invaded, it trembled with rage.
At the same time, the monsters shrieked and lunged toward Ujoo.
But just before those razor-sharp claws reached him.
—!
Something appeared.
Its gaze could be felt.
Within that mist. A presence was watching this place.
The creatures that had been charging at Ujoo froze in place as if nailed down, their bodies trembling violently.
But that wasn’t the end.
They began roiling, churning. Something tore free from within them.
The being that inhabited Sakyeong Station warped and twisted. It was crushed beneath an infinitely greater power.
Hwaryeon moved then.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, she scattered the Talisman from her hand, swallowing and protecting the people who had been engulfed, Ujoo, and herself.
Roooooooooar.
And immediately after, a black wave surged from nowhere, sweeping away everything. Quite literally, everything.
And when that wave receded.
“Ah.”
Ujoo regained his senses belatedly and looked around. There, scattered across the ground, lay unconscious figures.
“Phew. I thought I was done for.”
And Hwaryeon, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
She wiped the perspiration from her brow with her sleeve and spoke to Ujoo.
“Ujoo. We need to close that book. Now.”
“What? Ah, yes.”
Ujoo hurriedly snapped the book shut and shoved it into his bag. He too had sensed something ominous emanating from it.
Only then did Hwaryeon speak again.
“Hm. But where are we?”
Hearing her words, Ujoo realized their surroundings had changed drastically.
The decrepit station had vanished without a trace, leaving them standing in some empty lot.
Hwaryeon hesitated briefly, then pulled out her phone.
At the station, there had been no signal whatsoever.
Beep-beep-beep.
Now it was different. Signal came through immediately.
Not long after, Hwaryeon was on the phone with what appeared to be an employee of the Inspection Agency.
“Right. Someone from the Inspection Agency will be here soon.”
“What happened to that station?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
Hwaryeon glanced at the bag where Ujoo had stowed the book as she spoke.
“It seems like that book did something.”
“Ah. Did I perhaps recite some kind of Incantation?”
“Yes. Don’t you remember?”
“It’s all hazy. I think I read something after seeing the characters… but…”
“Well, we’ll go over the details slowly.”
Not long after that.
Inspection Agency personnel arrived, pulling up in vehicles.
They loaded the unconscious people, Ujoo, and Hwaryeon back inside and drove away.
“For now, get some rest and come in tomorrow.”
Hwaryeon dropped Ujoo off in front of his home with those words.
She herself returned directly to the Inspection Agency. And the moment she arrived, she went straight to the Investigation Team and spoke.
“Sakyeong Station. What’s the status?”
“The energy has vanished without a trace. But that’s not even the end of it. Look at this.”
The Investigation Team member pointed to the screen and spoke. Then, gesturing to another display, continued.
“What is this?”
“Data sent from Japan. You had suspected that Sakyeong Station was derived from the Urban Legend of Kisaragi Station in Japan, hadn’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“Japan has classified Kisaragi Station as Ultra-Dangerous Classification. Not a single person caught up in it has ever returned alive.”
“That’s common knowledge. So what?”
“But it appears to have been destroyed.”
“What?”
Hwaryeon looked at the Investigation Team member in shock.
The employee continued.
“Both Sakyeong Station and Kisaragi Station have been destroyed. It happened right before you contacted us. What on earth happened there?”
At those words, Hwaryeon recalled something.
‘That book.’
The antiquated book Ujoo had picked up from somewhere after the Steel Pipe.
Everything that had occurred right after that book appeared.
Hwaryeon stuttered and then murmured softly.
“Maybe I didn’t pick up a promising recruit—maybe I picked up a monster.”
Continued in next episode ▶
Calamity-class Divine Artifacts Within Urban Legends Develop an Obsession
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