The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 95

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Catastrophe-Class Relics from Urban Legends Obsess — Chapter 95
Silence hung over the forest.
One could mock the cave for falling quiet after a single blow from an iron pipe, but Woo Ju did not.
Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the cave’s interior and waited.
Chae Wol continued to chant some kind of incantation without pause, and a presence still emanated from within.
Nothing had changed.
Shhh—
Not long after, a distinctly sinister black mist began to seep from deep within the cave.
The moment Woo Ju saw it, he drove the iron pipe back into the ground and tightened his grip on the handle.
Shwing—!
Gold light flashed from the iron pipe. The mist that had been quietly oozing out vanished without a trace the instant it touched that radiance.
It seemed Woo Ju had assumed he possessed only raw physical strength and attempted another approach, but it proved entirely useless.
“Hadang e sonsalpssea, sinnyeombakmi yoltudaemun. Eojjan sonnal eun jilleodaga sangharo garaipgo—.”
Likewise, as if Chae Wol had sensed something amiss, she raised her voice and quickened her chanting.
Again, a loud thudding echoed from within—thump, thump—reverberating through the cave.
It seemed the creature, having failed in its attempted ambush under the guise of fear, now revealed its true nature.
Bang, bang, bang!
Yet Woo Ju did not blink once, even as the deafening noise reached his ears.
What difference did it make whether it charged out or made a racket inside?
Perhaps someone faint-hearted would have grown fearful at this atmosphere and the terrible noise, and withdrawn, but there was no one like that here.
“Burning through its strength pretty hard, isn’t it.”
Instead, Woo Ju muttered flatly to himself.
If the creature inside had heard, it would have been furious. That was precisely the point.
—Graaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Whether the provocation worked or not, a sound—something like a voice—finally emerged from the depths for the first time.
Though it sounded more like the cry of a beast.
But that too was short-lived.
—W-where am I?
Suddenly, this time a woman’s voice came through.
A voice hoarse with terror.
No one had explained it, but whose voice it was couldn’t have been plainer.
The original owner of the body.
But it was impossible that the owner herself was speaking.
Hadn’t Chae Wol said so on the way up? The body was already completely seized by Heo Ju.
It was possible that Heo Ju briefly returned control so the true owner could cry out, but nothing would change.
Whenever Heo Ju wished, the body would be seized again.
In the end, there was only one method.
To drive the creature out completely.
“Jaemure sonsjasal. Jaemure geunshimsal. Cheonsal jissal aeksal ro haengbuldeogun bulduk soburja. Ilshisomyeol shikkyeojusigo maeumi ga eopneun jaessu tteushe dawa jusigo tteushe gassda eopneun jaessu…….”
Chae Wol continued her ritual with a voice growing increasingly intense.
Though it was not as elaborate as the ceremony he had witnessed once before, nor did it have many preparations, one thing was unmistakably felt.
It was working.
—Ahhh! Ah, ahhh! Please, save me!
—Sob, sob. It hurts so much. Let me out.
The creature inside the cave continued to wail in a woman’s voice, while simultaneously seeking gaps to escape the cave.
Its will to flee this place was palpable and clear.
But Woo Ju, standing guard at the cave’s entrance, did not budge.
Heo Ju altered its voice, sometimes weeping and shrieking, sometimes resorting to threats.
—If I slip away like this, you’ll be plagued by misfortune forevermore, and it will be as though hundreds of iron needles were driven through your organs and five viscera, bringing such torment that——.
Since he gave no reply, harsh words rained down and lodged in his ears.
Of course, Woo Ju still let every word go in one ear and out the other.
As more time passed, the voice grew still once again.
Woo Ju rolled his eyes and checked the time on his phone lying on the ground.
More than three hours had already elapsed.
He had stood firm without moving an inch for three hours while listening to the creature’s endless turmoil.
Yet there was a sense that this too was now racing toward its end.
Chae Wol had not said so explicitly, but he felt it by instinct.
And there was also a feeling that the creature trapped in that cave was about to attempt one final trick.
Setting intuition aside, the odds of it being quietly expelled were low.
‘It’ll wring out whatever strength remains and attempt something.’
For that reason, Woo Ju kept his guard up as well.
To be honest, maintaining such a high level of vigilance for hours on end was no simple task.
He would have preferred to face a dangerous opponent in a short, decisive clash—it would have been far less taxing.
But from the start, this had been a battle of endurance.
He couldn’t simply charge into the cave and beat someone senseless to end it.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The fortunate part was that it wasn’t his patience that ran out first—it was his opponent’s.
The cave shook violently with a series of thunderous impacts.
Chae Wol’s strained voice overlapped with the deafening roar, and soon black masses began pouring out from deep within the cave all at once.
Without hesitation, Woo Ju swung the Iron Pipe he’d been holding against the ground with devastating force.
Crash!
The masses that had been crawling outward shattered into fragments and scattered.
But this time, the creature seemed committed—it didn’t stop and kept trying to crawl out.
Naturally, Woo Ju didn’t allow it.
Whoosh!
Each time something burst forth, Woo Ju’s Iron Pipe moved like lightning, scattering it to pieces.
No matter how constantly it flowed out, it was futile.
Each swing of the Iron Pipe obliterated massive chunks of it.
For the creature, it was a desperate escape; but for Woo Ju, it was merely a matter of swinging the Iron Pipe with appropriate force.
Shrieeeek! Shriek!
The creature shrieked in what sounded like fury.
Even as it continued its escape attempts, Woo Ju swung the Iron Pipe with methodical persistence, like a farmer harvesting a field.
When one possessed sufficient strength, there was no need to complicate matters with strategy.
That was precisely Woo Ju’s situation now.
No matter how the creature twisted and writhed, the Iron Pipe alone blocked every path.
Damn fool!
Of course, Heo Ju had never genuinely believed he could break through purely by force.
What Heo Ju had aimed for was for Woo Ju to coat his entire body with cursed energy.
Even if scattered and fragmented by the Iron Pipe, the energy wouldn’t vanish completely.
And once enough energy had accumulated, he would unleash his full power in a curse.
It was a thoroughly calculated plan.
The only problem was that Heo Ju didn’t know one crucial thing.
Psshhhhh.
The curse energy that Heo Ju had scattered across Woo Ju’s body with the resolve to give flesh to take bone dissipated uselessly.
By rights, that vicious energy should have seeped into his skin and burrowed deep into his marrow—but it had no effect on Woo Ju whatsoever.
Curses themselves simply had terrible compatibility with him from the outset.
Woo Ju was the man who had once deflected curses even a world-renowned curse master had meticulously prepared.
For a hastily conjured curse from someone like Heo Ju to work was utterly impossible.
Of course, it would have been impossible to predict that he possessed such formidable curse immunity in the first place.
A curse cast even at an inanimate object would have been more effective than this.
This can’t be… this can’t be real!
In the end, Heo Ju—having wasted his last reservoir of strength to no avail—cried out in a voice thick with despair and crawled back inside.
Woo Ju watched carefully to see if the creature might emerge again, but nothing of the sort occurred until Chae Wol finished her ritual.
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Only anguished screams echoed pathetically from within—screams that ended the moment the ritual concluded.
But even those cries gradually faded with time, and soon complete silence descended.
Well, to be precise, Woo Ju could hear Chae Wol breathing heavily.
Woo Ju, still guarding the cave’s entrance, turned his head slightly and spoke.
“Is it finished?”
“Hah… yes. It’s done.”
Chae Wol’s voice was saturated with exhaustion.
Understandably so—she had spent hours without rest, chanting incantations and moving constantly.
It was actually strange that Woo Ju, who had swung the Iron Pipe like a madman, had only broken a light sweat.
Only then did Woo Ju relax his body and survey the cave’s interior.
And there he saw what had been invisible before.
As the darkness that had concealed one side of the interior lifted, what had been hidden was revealed.
“Chae Wol.”
Woo Ju called to her immediately.
Chae Wol, in turn, led her exhausted body forward and looked into the cave’s depths.
There, a middle-aged woman lay collapsed, her frame reduced to nothing but skin and bone.
“Just a moment.”
Chae Wol asked Woo Ju for a moment’s patience, then bent low and entered the cave to examine the woman more closely.
Returning, she spoke to him.
“Could you help me get her out?”
“Of course.”
Woo Ju helped her carefully extract the middle-aged woman from the cave.
“This is her, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
The woman was none other than Geum Ok-nyeo, the shaman. They’d been facing each other for nearly half a day, yet only now did he see her face clearly.
Her face was remarkably ordinary—nothing more than the face of a common middle-aged woman.
Perhaps that made sense. She’d been nothing but an ordinary shaman, after all, until Heo Ju consumed her.
When Woo Ju voiced this thought, Chae Wol shook her head slightly.
“I don’t think it’s quite that simple.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t think she was an innocent victim.”
Chae Wol’s voice grew quieter.
“If this were her first Divine Descent, that would be one thing. But this is her second. The first time she accepted Heo Ju, she would have been influenced, but not controlled. Not completely.”
In other words, when Geum Ok-nyeo first acted on Heo Ju’s orders, it had been of her own will.
That account stirred a memory in Woo Ju—something the spirit had told him.
How Heo Ju had refused to soothe a wrongfully murdered soul, instead binding it to this place by force, twisting it into a malevolent spirit.
That, too, must have been part of Heo Ju’s scheme to seize Geum Ok-nyeo’s body.
Woo Ju gazed down at the woman with a bitter expression and spoke.
“We should get her to a hospital.”
“All right.”
The two prepared to carry Geum Ok-nyeo down the slope.
But then, suddenly, the Pandora’s Box at his wrist began to vibrate.
An intention transmitted through it.
Check deeper into the cave.
At that, Woo Ju reflexively turned back toward the cave’s interior and spotted something.
Something glinting in the darkness within.
“Hold on.”
Woo Ju asked Chae Wol’s forgiveness, then stooped and moved toward the glimmering object.
His fingers soon closed around something.
It was a ring.
A silver ring, darkened and tarnished.
“What is that?”
“It was lying on the ground in there.”
Woo Ju also mentioned that Pandora’s Box had compelled him to find it.
“Hmm. What could it be?”
“I’m not sure.”
The ring appeared to have nothing particularly remarkable about it.
If anything, the strangest thing was that despite being already darkened and discolored when he first glimpsed it, it gleamed with an odd luminescence.
As he pondered what it could be—
Pandora’s Box transmitted its will once more.
-Give it to me. If I consume it, I will understand.
A will of overwhelming intensity.
Continued in the next chapter ▶
How Catastrophe-Class Relics from Urban Legends Become Obsessed
Author
Lee Se-gye
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Publication date
May 26, 2026
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