The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 93

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Supernatural Beings Obsessed with Catastrophe-Class Relics — Chapter 93
The next morning.
Ji Hoon, who had woken early, wore an expression far brighter than the day before.
“Wow, it’s been so long since I slept this soundly! Yesterday I didn’t even get sleep paralysis—I just crashed hard!”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Nothing strange happened, right?”
Woo Ju, having already rehearsed what to say, opened his mouth.
“Not really. I think it’d be best to mention that wall to the landlord and have it inspected. If he refuses, ask him whether anything ever happened in this place.”
“Got it. I’ll ask him today.”
Ji Hoon nodded without hesitation.
After that they talked a bit longer before leaving early—though Ji Hoon had to get to work.
Once Woo Ju had slipped out of his friend’s apartment, he caught a taxi home and sent a message to Hwa Ryeon.
It was about that shaman.
Even though he’d called it personal business, there could be unforeseen danger, so protocol dictated reporting such matters.
Beyond that, there was a need to verify whether the Inspection Bureau already had this person flagged as someone to watch.
By the time he arrived at his apartment, Hwa Ryeon’s reply came through.
—Checked it. Nothing in the database. Just left the destination and arrival time.
Woo Ju sent a brief reply following Hwa Ryeon’s message and headed upstairs.
Shortly after, Woo Ju left his apartment again in light travel clothes.
It went without saying, but he hadn’t brought any relics with him.
He could summon them anytime he needed them, after all.
Besides, carrying them around would have been a bit visually awkward.
‘Let me think.’
Woo Ju checked the shaman’s address, which he’d extorted from a spirit, and after pondering how to get there, decided to just take a taxi.
He could have taken the subway, but when would he spend money if not now?
And so Woo Ju hailed a taxi.
But the moment he gave the driver his destination, the taxi driver glanced back at him and asked:
“Going to see a fortune teller, are you?”
For the record, the address itself didn’t include anything like “fortune-telling house” in its name.
Which meant the taxi driver already knew there was a shaman at that location.
So Woo Ju played dumb.
“Ah, yes. Is she famous?”
“She was famous! Though I’m not sure if she’s still active?”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, when she first opened her shrine, the rumors were incredible—people said if you asked ten questions you’d get all ten right, that she was truly skilled.”
It was common for people to hold in high regard shamans who had just undergone Divine Descent.
The thinking was that a shaman’s Divine Intuition was strongest right after receiving Divine Descent.
While experience accumulated over time could make one more skilled, the Divine Intuition itself had been in steady decline ever since the moment of Divine Descent.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Woo Ju suddenly remembered Chae Wol.
After all, hadn’t she also devoted herself to shamanism? She sometimes even came to work in traditional hanbok.
The thought prompted Woo Ju to send her a message right away.
Before long, a reply arrived.
—Geum Ok Nyeo of Cheongbong Mountain? I’ve heard of her too. She was quite famous back in the day.
Geum Ok Nyeo, the shaman of Cheongbong Mountain.
That was the name of the shaman Woo Ju was heading to see—though whether it was her real name, he couldn’t say.
—But why her?
—I’m heading to see her now.
—What?
Through the text alone, he could sense Chae Wol’s confusion.
So Woo Ju simply gave her a brief explanation of what had happened yesterday.
Soon another reply came.
—Would it be all right if I came too?
—Aren’t you working today?
—Today’s my day off too.
Upon reading that message, Woo Ju thought it over and sent his reply.
—Sure. I’m fine with it.
He figured it would be over quickly, but having someone who knew shamanism well come along wouldn’t hurt.
They arranged to meet near the destination.
And so Woo Ju rode the taxi toward the neighborhood where that shaman’s shrine was located.
Some time passed.
The taxi pulled up to a neighborhood clustered with small buildings.
‘Has she not arrived yet?’
Woo Ju scanned the surroundings.
Chae Wol had said she’d arrive around the same time as him.
Just then, he spotted another taxi approaching in the distance.
As he moved toward it, Chae Wol stepped out of the cab moments later.
“Woo Ju.”
Woo Ju returned her greeting as she bowed slightly in salutation, then opened his mouth.
“Thank you for coming to help on your day off.”
“Don’t mention it. I have a personal interest in this matter too, so I came.”
Chae Wol smiled and spoke while glancing around the area.
“But the scenery feels quite familiar.”
“Really? Have you been here before?”
“Hmm. It feels like it, but I can’t quite remember when I came.”
They exchanged a few words, then decided to continue talking as they made their way toward their destination.
The Shrine where the shaman stayed was situated fairly high up, so both of them had to climb a steep slope for quite some time.
However, since neither of them lacked physical stamina, it posed no real difficulty.
“You said you knew something about the shaman?”
“Yes.”
Chae Wol nodded at Woo Ju’s question and spoke.
“I don’t know her personally, but I’ve heard various things about her.”
“What sort of things?”
“Well. A very long time ago, she was quite famous. Her divinations were extremely accurate. Back then, even renowned people would line up to have her read their fortunes.”
It was a similar story to what he’d heard from the taxi driver on the way here.
“But that’s not the case anymore, it seems?”
“Right. Specifically, rumors spread a long time ago that her Divine Intuition had faded. Normally, Divine Intuition is strongest right after receiving Divine Descent, but even then the decline tends to be relatively gradual.”
Chae Wol spoke with a clouded expression.
“But there are exceptions. Her case was one of them. At some point, she was even called a charlatan of a shaman.”
“Yet she seems to still be working as a shaman.”
“Actually, I haven’t heard much about her recently. It’s been ages since I even heard her name.”
Woo Ju nodded.
For now, he didn’t know for certain whether she was still working as a shaman or not.
The incident he’d heard about from the Spirit had occurred at least a few years ago.
Perhaps the Shrine had already closed and stood empty.
Or perhaps it was still occupied.
It seemed he would have to go there and check directly.
“That must be it.”
Not long after, they arrived in front of Geum Ok Nyeo’s Shrine—that is, the fortune-telling shop.
“The door seems… to be open.”
The door to the Shrine was not locked.
They exchanged a glance, then carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
But the moment they entered, Chae Wol’s brow furrowed.
“What is it?”
“Something feels off.”
Woo Ju asked in a low voice, and Chae Wol answered just as quietly.
“I don’t feel the aura that should naturally emanate from a Shrine.”
“Aura?”
“Yes. A shaman, when standing in her own Shrine, should be able to exert her full power. Conversely, when entering another’s Shrine, one should feel a sense of oppression.”
“I see.”
If that were the case, it made sense that she would feel something amiss upon entering.
It meant there was no oppressive pressure—none of what should naturally be there.
“But then doesn’t that mean there might simply be no one inside?”
“No. There is something here.”
Chae Wol spoke with an even graver expression than before.
“…In any case, let’s go inside and check directly.”
Under normal circumstances, she would have suggested withdrawing, saying the feeling wasn’t right. But now she seemed considerably more proactive.
Since Woo Ju had no intention of backing off either, he nodded.
And so the two carefully made their way deeper into the Shrine.
Then they soon spotted a sliding door further inside.
Knock, knock.
It was natural enough—instead of simply pushing the door open, the two of them knocked first.
After all, they didn’t know who might be inside.
“Excuse me, is this where the Fairy Geum Ok Nyeo lives?”
It was Woo Ju who asked the question.
A moment of silence followed, then an answer came from within.
“Why have you come?”
“We’ve come to have our fortunes told.”
“You begin with a lie.”
The voice that reached them was cold, with an odd metallic edge to it.
“One of you is a shaman, and the other… what exactly are you?”
The confidence in that voice faltered for a moment, the words stumbling slightly.
As if startled by the sight of Woo Ju.
Woo Ju’s expression shifted subtly before he spoke.
“Then you are indeed the Fairy Geum Ok Nyeo?”
“That’s right! This is my shrine, so who else could I be?”
“You’re lying.”
This time it was Chae Wol who spoke.
“You are not the Fairy Geum Ok Nyeo.”
“How dare a mere young shaman speak such nonsense.”
“Being a shaman, whether young or old, matters little. What matters is which deity one serves, does it not?”
Chae Wol’s voice, unlike her usual tone, was heavy and grave.
“And I cannot sense the spirit you claim to serve.”
“Perhaps because it is far too vast for you to perceive.”
“No. Even so, it would be impossible to fail to sense its existence entirely. However grand a spirit might be, one can at least touch the hem of its robe, so to speak.”
Chae Wol continued without pause.
“The reason I sense no spirit dwelling within you is simple—you harbor none. You sit in a false shrine, chanting false invocations. I can see it. I see that coiled shape nestled within. Open the door.”
And as her words went on, her voice grew heavier and heavier, until it had transformed into something utterly different.
At the same moment, Woo Ju felt a pressure emanating from her that he had never sensed before.
Like the weight of a water-logged blanket piled upon his shoulders.
Then came a loud Bang! from within.
-Who dares call me a false spirit!
“I do. You sit there, beguiling people with your presence. You have already consumed the shaman’s reason, robbing her of her senses. You are no spirit—merely a demon.”
With that, Chae Wol strode toward the door.
“Open it, or I will.”
Bang!
The door trembled violently.
-You cannot set foot in my shrine!
“It is not your shrine, so it matters not.”
Bang!
The door shook again with terrible force.
Yet Chae Wol stood before it without raising a hand.
-No!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The vibrations and noise grew more intense.
Only then did Woo Ju feel an ominous energy surging up from within.
It was an entirely different kind of power from the pressure radiating off Chae Wol.
In some ways, it was more familiar to Woo Ju.
Creatures like those he’d encountered—monsters and the like—carried auras just like this.
Woo Ju extended his hand into the air and spoke.
“Whatever it is, I’ll help.”
Chae Wol nodded at his words and gestured toward the door.
Without hesitation, Woo Ju swung the Iron Pipe toward it.
Crash-boom-bang!
With a tremendous sound, the door came loose from its frame.
At the same moment, Woo Ju grimaced at the sharp pain in his palms.
It felt as though he’d struck a solid steel door. Yet it had been nothing but a wooden sliding screen covered with paper.
But as Woo Ju took in what lay beyond, his expression changed.
“What is this…?”
The shrine was completely empty.
To be continued in the next episode ▶
Monsters Obsessed with Catastrophe-Class Relics in Urban Legends
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Lee Se-gye
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