The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 207

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 207
I urgently grabbed Ik-seong’s hand.
Kwon Ik-seong didn’t know I was using my Focus skill, so he was saying that, but I have a Focus skill too.
I climbed onto Ik-seong’s large frame and managed to whisper in his ear.
“It won’t work. My possession skill has a distance limit! I need to go at least that far with you.”
“But still….”
“If you die here, Team Leader, how do I get out alone?”
I touched Ik-seong’s weakest point.
Altruism.
My Ik-seong is the kind of person who risks his life to save others.
But if Ik-seong’s life is my life?
‘Ik-seong doesn’t need to risk his life for nothing.’
Ik-seong furrowed his brow and grasped my hand.
“When I stop, you stop. Hide right behind me immediately.”
“Okay….”
I answered that way and pushed through the fog with Ik-seong.
The further we pushed through the fog—
‘This doesn’t feel like just fog.’
It strongly felt like fog created from mana, similar to the sea mist I encountered in the Fabergé Dungeon.
There’s no way visibility would be this poor otherwise.
“There’s no one inside?”
Then a middle-aged man spoke, the car door creaking as he opened it.
“Maybe they fell nearby? From the looks of the broken windshield, it seems like they were ejected. Did they not wear a seatbelt? Anyway, these young people don’t know the value of their own lives.”
A young man responded to the middle-aged man’s words.
“I’m not sure. Whether they didn’t wear a seatbelt or….”
His voice was so cold that goosebumps spread across my entire body.
“Whether they unbuckled and jumped out, we can’t know for sure.”
“So what do we do? Call someone? If the car is this damaged, even if they got out, they probably died quickly…. Besides, no one lasts long here anyway.”
“So?”
“No, I’m just saying let’s stop here. Tell the Director it was a musk deer, take the musk deer corpse, and just dump the car in the Cheondo River, right?”
“The Cheondo River….”
The young man made a thoughtful breathing sound.
Close.
I felt Ik-seong’s pace slow down.
“The Cheondo River—the river that teaches the way of heaven.”
The river that teaches the way of heaven?
Somehow it doesn’t feel like a good river.
“Right. It’s called the Cheondo River, but it’s just the river of death. I’ve never seen anything or anyone fall in there and survive….”
That was the moment.
“But you see.”
A young man’s voice rang out.
Quite close.
Maybe around four meters or so?
Ik-seong stopped in his tracks.
He glanced at me as if asking whether this distance would suffice.
I nodded.
We couldn’t get any closer anyway.
Their line of sight was blocked, just as ours was.
‘This is dangerous.’
“I’ve felt this for a while now, but Seong-chul, your way of speaking is rather….”
“Rather?”
“Irritating.”
“Huh?”
I sensed the middle-aged man retreating step by step.
The young man advanced with equally firm steps.
The distance between them closed.
“You speak to me, a priest, yet use casual speech. You call the Director’s words bothersome. You refer to the Cheon Do River as the river of death.”
“That, that is to say….”
The middle-aged man’s voice grew faint, as if consumed by an inexplicable pressure.
“And a few days ago, you made dangerous remarks to the priestess as well?”
“I, I mean…. That was….”
In that moment.
The middle-aged man’s voice was suddenly swallowed by silence.
“Ugh! Ughhhh!”
A scream with his mouth sealed shut.
Faint but unmistakably audible.
And the young man spoke thus—
“You’re the one who needs to learn the way of heaven from the Cheon Do River.”
The sound of him strangling the other man’s throat.
“Gack… hack…!”
The man’s screams grew muffled as if stuffed with cotton, then faded entirely.
“…!”
Damn it!
What the hell did I just hear?
Was this a crime scene?
Was this some kind of abnormal condition too?
My heart felt like it would burst.
The young man’s footsteps sounded.
Three meters.
Two meters.
1m.
A sound that could only be described as clearly knowing us and drawing closer.
Yet in that moment, the man’s form had not yet been revealed.
Kwon Ik-seong threw his fist forward.
Crack—!
The sound was no different from when my kick had struck the body pad.
I heard the man’s body scrape against the floor as he skidded backward.
Kwon Ik-seong remained tense, his body still braced toward where the man lay.
That was when it happened.
The man rustled as he rose and spoke.
“Lee Yu-ji.”
This insane murderer knows my name.
Even that I’m an investigator!
I was about to execute a side kick when—
“Why do you keep interfering in other people’s crime scenes?”
In an instant, as the fog receded, I saw the man’s face revealed.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he wore something like a white priest’s robe, holding a lantern in his hand.
Soon the man spat out something bloody from his mouth.
“Haa, seriously….”
With a lisping sound, I saw his front teeth were missing.
Could it be he just spat out his own teeth?
It was when I furrowed my brow.
The man ran his tongue over where his front teeth had been. In that instant, new teeth sprouted where his tongue had passed.
“…?”
Could it be….
“This time it’s Team Leader Kwon as a set, I see.”
“Kang Han-geul… Manager?”
Possessing regenerative abilities.
Recognizing both our names on sight.
And not even seeming intent on attacking us.
There is only one conclusion to all these circumstances.
That bastard.
He’s a lizard!
“”…haa….”
Manager Kang Han-geul, whose face seemed to have changed again for some reason, let out a sigh.
“The Heonsu Bureau acting independently is one thing, but your reporting structure itself is broken, isn’t it?”
“No, why would we report to Special Forces? We’re just doing our job.”
Of course, I hadn’t come here to conduct any investigation, but the words “report to superiors” made me bristle.
Seriously. Civil servants cursing at each other.
Why is there a hierarchy between Special Forces and the Heonsu Bureau?
“How did you find this place? It shouldn’t have been easy to locate.”
At those words, Kwon Ik-seong looked at me.
What location did I find?
What is this place anyway?
I just came here following what the status window told me to do…?
I couldn’t say that.
As I wore a troubled expression, Kwon Ik-seong answered in my stead.
“I cannot disclose the informant’s identity.”
Fortunately, Ik-seong seemed to remember what I had said when coming here.
That I came here based on Choi Woo-jin’s source.
“An informant?”
Just as Kang Han-geul was about to say something in response to Kwon Ik-seong’s words.
A voice came from behind.
“Former Priest.”
A young woman’s voice.
“Yes. It’s over here.”
At Kang Han-geul’s calm response, my eyes widened.
Can we really reveal our identities like this so suddenly?
After just knocking someone out back there?
Is that person even alive?
Soon, a woman carrying a lantern emerged through the mist.
The woman, who looked somewhat exhausted, pointed to Kwon Ik-seong and me while speaking to Kang Han-geul, who was bleeding from below his jaw.
“Are these people you know?”
Shouldn’t the first question in a situation like this usually be if everyone’s okay?
“Yes.”
Regardless, Kang Han-geul nodded.
“The vehicle these people came in is parked in the back.”
“You’re really telling them everything….”
Just as I was about to ask if that was okay.
Kang Han-geul pointed to the woman and spoke.
“This is Lee Seong-sim. She’s our informant.”
At those words, the woman nodded and greeted Kwon Ik-seong and me.
An informant?
Then this place is….
The woman named Lee Seong-sim walked slowly, holding the lantern.
The path she walked was brightly illuminated by the lantern.
“Is that lantern an item?”
Kwon Ik-seong asked.
That was something I’d wanted to ask since earlier.
It seemed to pierce through the obstructed vision caused by the mist.
“Yes. Director Kang has quite the talent for this sort of thing. I suppose it’s a blessing from God. Really.”
At Kang Han-geul’s words, I narrowed my eyes.
Director this, priest that—could it be…?
Something was nagging at me.
That was when it happened.
Lee Seong-shim spoke while looking at the middle-aged man lying on the ground.
“It seems Mr. Kim Seong-chul is undergoing ascetic practice. What do you intend to do?”
Ascetic practice?
I watched as the man called Kim Seong-chul lay there with white mist completely filling his eyes, ears, and mouth.
Could that really be called ascetic practice?
Wasn’t that more like the execution method from the Joseon Dynasty where they buried someone in paper and left them to die?
“Well, I’m still deciding. Whether to dispose of him by throwing him into the Cheondo River, or send him up there along with the others. In any case, since we’ve already discovered that car, we can’t just leave it here in this ‘holy site.'”
Holy site.
The moment I heard those words, I completed my deduction with near certainty.
“Is this really… that place?”
At my words, Lee Seong-shim and Kang Han-geul turned to look at me.
The place the Quest window had brought me to was…
“The… Hunter Church’s holy site?”
The Hunter Church.
This was the crime scene related to a heretical cult in this world.

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