Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: When Posting Hate Comments, Watch the Ceiling (2)
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“Argh! My eyes, my eyes.”
Impaled on Cho-seon’s index finger was the eye of the screaming little beauty.
The eyeless girl poured hot blood over Cho-seon’s head as she wailed in agony.
Drenched in the warm blood, Cho-seon snapped to full alertness.
With one burning thought—she had to survive—she bolted upright.
Thud!
Cho-seon’s head slammed hard into the girl’s nose as she sprang up.
“Ow! My nose!”
It wasn’t intentional.
The powerful impact sent the girl’s head bouncing up to hit the ceiling, then rebounding down to crash into Cho-seon’s head again.
Crack!
The girl’s nose bone definitively shattered against Cho-seon’s skull.
Her pretty face turned into a bloody mess, finally making her look like your average run-of-the-mill ghost.
“You little bitch, you dare attack me?”
The enraged ghost shrieked furiously and stretched her neck out long, thrusting her head right at Cho-seon.
“I’ll smash your nose too!”
The ghost lunged with her blood-smeared maw to chomp down on Cho-seon’s nose.
In a panic, Cho-seon shoved the cellphone clutched in her right hand into the ghost’s mouth as she dodged aside.
Crunch.
Cho-seon’s phone—and the ghost’s teeth—seemed to shatter together.
The phone was the latest model and a bit bulky, so the ghost’s jaw tore wide open at the sides.
Seizing the opening, Cho-seon scrambled across the floor and out the open door, trying to vault over the partition blocking her path.
“Hup!”
Her body wouldn’t move as she’d hoped.
She glanced back cautiously.
The ghost had her front teeth sunk into the heel of Cho-seon’s left high heel, yanking it back.
The ghost’s body was still dangling from the ceiling.
She’d stretched just her neck to chase after Cho-seon.
Cho-seon stomped down hard on the ghost’s forehead with the heel of her right high heel.
The ghost’s front teeth popped loose from the left heel, and her head shot forward.
The recoil sent Cho-seon flipping ass-over-head over the partition.
She hit the floor headfirst—it should’ve hurt like hell—but Cho-seon crawled on all fours through the partition-lined corridor, fleeing anyway.
The wide fifth floor was empty after hours, with only the fluorescent light in Cho-seon’s office still on.
The farther she got from her office, the thicker the darkness grew.
“You gouged out my eye, smashed my nose, broke my front teeth! Tore my mouth and jammed a high heel into my forehead—and now you’re running?”
The ghost’s furious howl echoed after her.
Pretty detailed rundown.
It hadn’t been on purpose, but even Cho-seon had to admit she’d gone overboard.
If the ghost caught her, she was in for hell.
She dove under a nearby desk to hide.
Thump-thump-thump!
The ghost’s head bounced across the floor, searching for her.
Her body remained hanging from the ceiling in Cho-seon’s office; as the head moved, her neck just kept stretching longer.
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Crouched under the desk, Cho-seon heard the bouncing thuds mixed with the ghost’s pitiful cries.
In this utterly baffling situation, she peeked cautiously out from under the desk to scout around.
Using the faint light from her still-lit office, she could barely make out the dark office.
She spotted the ghost’s body climbing onto a desk in the middle of the office.
The ghost’s neck stretched taut as her head bounced along the floor, stumbling around in search of her.
Every time the head hit the floor, the broken nose and mouth smashed into it, drawing fresh agonized screams.
Meanwhile, her neck stretched on like a rubber band.
‘Gasp! Why go that far?’
Shocked by the ridiculous sight, Cho-seon huddled tighter under the desk and held her breath.
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Thump-thump-thump!
“Ow, that hurts!”
The ghost’s pained screams gradually moved away from Cho-seon’s hiding spot.
‘Is she a few fries short of a happy meal?’
At the ghost’s half-witted antics, Cho-seon recalled that webtoon where an elementary school kid beat a beautiful ghost girl barehanded.
Compared to this mess, that webtoon felt downright realistic.
She almost felt bad for giving it one star.
‘With a dimwit ghost like that, even an elementary kid could take her down.’
Even thinking it was a ghost any kid could beat, Cho-seon had zero interest in climbing out and fighting her herself.
As time passed, the screams faded farther away.
‘I can’t stay here forever. When the head gets far enough, I’ll make a break for it. How far did it go?’
Her nerves somewhat settled, Cho-seon peeked out from under the desk to check her surroundings.
Even if the ghost wasn’t onto her yet, the office was finite space.
She couldn’t hide under this desk indefinitely.
A fishy stench of blood suddenly flooded her nostrils.
The abrupt foul smell made Cho-seon’s eyes widen as she stared into the darkness ahead.
The darkness right in front of her nose quivered.
It wobbled and thumped lightly against the floor—thump-thump-thump—whimpering softly, “Ow, that hurts!”
Then the darkness parted slightly, revealing the ghost’s bloodshot eye glaring at her.
The darkness was the ghost’s long hair.
The ghost had lured her out by lightly bouncing her head on the floor, murmuring pitifully.
Their eyes met, and the ghost’s head sprang vigorously off the floor, flying right up to Cho-seon’s nose.
It grinned brightly and asked,
“You were here, huh? You thought I looked pathetic, didn’t you? Heh heh heh.”
The ghost’s foul breath washed over Cho-seon’s face.
“N-no! Not at all! Why would I think that?”
Terrified by the head right in her face, Cho-seon blurted out a desperate lie.
But the ghost wasn’t a total dimwit.
Ignoring Cho-seon’s words, she shoved her head under the desk.
Startled by the oncoming face, Cho-seon kicked out with her right foot.
The high heel heel slammed powerfully into the ghost’s forehead.
Squelch!
Cho-seon’s right high heel heel embedded itself in the ghost’s forehead.
Shocked at how easily it sank in, Cho-seon yanked her foot back and forth to pull it free.
Every tug made the ghost’s head flop back and forth as she screamed nonstop.
‘Argh! It hurts! Hurts! You bitch! Stop shaking my head! It hurts!’
The louder the ghost screamed, the more panicked Cho-seon got, shaking her foot even harder to dislodge the heel.
And with every shake, the ghost wailed on in agony.
“Argh! It hurts! I said it hurts! Stop and I’ll make you pay!”
“Th-then how can I stop? Please just go away.”
“Ow, it hurts! My head’s impaled on your heel—how am I supposed to go? Just stop! I’ll make you pay! Ow! Ow, it hurts! Stop shaking!”
No backing down now.
Terrified by the threats, Cho-seon didn’t stop—instead, she sweated bullets and shook her foot relentlessly.
The ghost’s screams only grew louder.
“Please just go! Please!”
Cho-seon begged while shaking her foot nonstop.
The ghost screamed back,
“Pull your damn heel out of my head and I’ll go! Promise! Ow, I’m dying! Ow, it hurts!”
The already-dead ghost wailed that she was dying of pain.
Cho-seon shot back incredulously,
“Your body’s right there—have it come pull it out yourself. Why me?”
In that instant, Cho-seon felt the ghost’s eyes gleam.
Realizing her slip, she shook her foot even harder.
“Ah! Right! I’ll come pull it out myself—and ram your heel into your own head! Ow, it hurts!”
Just as Cho-seon said, the body could easily yank the heel out of the head.
Thud!
In the middle of the office.
The ghost’s body leaped down from the desk to the floor.
“Argh! My neck! Ow! My head!”
Her feet had stepped on her own elongated neck dangling across the floor.
No eyes in the body, so stumbling around was inevitable.
Judging that the approaching body would wreck her own head if it got close, Cho-seon kicked the ghost’s head away with her left foot.
Her right high heel stayed lodged in the ghost’s forehead as the head flew off.
It smashed into the underside of the opposite desk.
Cho-seon scrambled out from under her desk.
Just as the ghost’s head tried to emerge from under the opposite desk.
Cho-seon shoved a chair into it, smashing it back in.
“Argh! My head!”
The ghost’s long hair tangled around the chair’s wheels, wrapping tighter with every twitch, drawing horrific screams.
Thud.
Far off, the ghost’s body tripped over its own sprawled neck and crashed to the floor in a hurry.
Cho-seon seized the moment, leaped up, and bolted down the corridor.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Glancing back instinctively, Cho-seon saw the ghost—hair wrapped around the chair wheels—hoisting the whole chair and glaring daggers.
Cho-seon’s favorite high heel was still embedded in the ghost’s forehead.
“I’ll do to you exactly what you did to me!”
The ghost gnashed her teeth and roared, sending chills down Cho-seon’s spine.
‘If she does exactly that to me, it’ll be gruesome.’
Not daring to look back, Cho-seon hurled herself into the corridor’s darkness—and collided with someone, tumbling backward.
“Lights are all off—what the hell are you doing?”
It was Byung-su’s voice.
Byung-su had seen some shady guys sitting outside the building after dropping off Dong-jin and Na-rae.
Worried about Cho-seon left alone, he’d called—but her phone was smashed in the ghost’s mouth, so no answer. He’d come back.
“B-Byung, uh, Byung-su! Ghost over there.”
The ghost charged from behind Cho-seon, shrieking.
Thud!
The ghost tripped over the chair’s weight tangled in her hair and flailed wildly.
“Ow, that hurts! Just you wait—I’ll make you pay!”
Byung-su glanced between Cho-seon and the ghost, puzzled.
“She’s loud as hell. Cho-seon, you did that to her? Even for a ghost, that’s too much. Overkill. You shouldn’t go that far.”
Eyes gouged, high heel in the forehead, mouth torn, teeth broken, nose smashed.
Writhing pitifully with hair caught in chair wheels.
“This is tricky. She’s one sorry-looking yokai. Anyway, impressive. Really impressive. You turned this ghost into mincemeat, Cho-seon. I knew you were ruthless, but damn, you’re brutal. Classic Cho-seon.”
“You insolent human!”
Furious at Byung-su’s fearless attitude, the ghost charged with the chair.
Byung-su’s left arm glowed bluish, sprouting an imugi’s forepaw.
His suit jacket shredded with a rrrip.
He snatched the ghost’s head—struggling under the chair—and hurled it away.
The head, still with Cho-seon’s high heel in it, smashed against the wall, splattering blood and bursting apart.
“Cho-seon, why weren’t you off work yet? Tangling with a ghost like this? You some kinda exorcist?”
At Byung-su’s question, Cho-seon finally came to her senses and answered.
“Posting comments...”
“What? Comment farm gig?”
Cho-seon couldn’t respond to Byung-su’s question.
She couldn’t admit she’d stayed late leaving hate comments on a webtoon.
Kim Byung-su gazed down at the blood-soaked, speechless Cho-seon and spoke gently.
“Go wash up in the bathroom and head home. I’ll walk you.”
Only then did Cho-seon stand, clutching Byung-su with her bloody hands and sobbing.
“Why didn’t you come sooner! Hurry up next time! Waaah.”
“Cho-seon, this suit needs fixing now. Don’t yank it. Let go and talk.”
It could’ve been a chance to warm up their relationship, but Byung-su’s words ruined it.
“Just patch the left sleeve and it’s good as new. The dry cleaner near my place does wonders.”
To him, even a ragged suit was precious enough to mend and wear.
Poor as he was, he eyed Cho-seon’s state and thought to himself.
‘What happened to her tonight seems tied to that underground sword. Gotta keep that secret till I die if I wanna live.’
Recalling the ghost’s pulped remains, Byung-su shuddered.