Teaching the School Bullies a Final Lesson (Complete)

"Ugh, uwaaaaaaaaah!!"

I was startled. Park Sojin was startled, Choi Jieun was startled, Seo Hanul was startled, and even Seo Jun was startled. Above all, Seola and I were startled.

'Seola, weren't we just supposed to break her mind?'

<It was my first time, so it was hard to control!>

'Sigh.'

Of all places, Seola had to cause trouble on my friend's broadcast.

"Then everyone, see you later!"

Pop!

A true pro broadcaster was different. Even though it happened off-screen, the moment she sensed danger, she swiftly ended the stream. It was such precise, lightning-fast action that I couldn't help but admire it as a divine move.

"Ugh, uwaaaaaaaaah!!"

Well then—

The stream's cut, so shall we continue the proper education?

"Kya, kyahahahaha! Die! Dieee!!"

"H-heek!"

Yoo Seyeon, straddling Kang Jaemin who had collapsed screaming, raised the scissors again to stab down.

I approached her slowly. Very slowly. Deliberately giving Yoo Seyeon free rein to act as she pleased.

"Dieee!!"

"S-save— save me……!"

Squish!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—!!"

Blood sprayed. Yoo Seyeon, drenched in dark crimson blood glistening in the light, grinned brightly. As if she'd finally eliminated the obstacle that had been in her way.

"Ah, ahahaha! I killed him! Now, now I'm alive! I'm alive!! Kyahahahaha!!"

Ah, this one's completely broken. Well, you can't expect too much from a beginner. With all that personal grudge, it must've been hard to dial it back to just madness.

"Move."

"Guhk!"

I placed my hand on Yoo Seyeon's head and infused spiritual power. She shuddered violently, then collapsed limply as if her soul had fled.

Looking down at Kang Jaemin, bleeding out from the vital stabbed by the scissors, I asked,

"Got anything to say?"

"S-save…… save me……"

"That's it?"

I sneered right in front of his eyes on purpose.

"Then you—"

<Why didn't you save me?>

"……Huh?"

<I begged you. Over and over. To save me, to stop. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.>

Kang Jaemin's eyes widened in shock.

<It hurt more than this.>

"Ah, aaa……."

<It was more agonizing than this. More painful than this. More—>

"S-Seola…… Lee Seola……!"

<—I wanted to live.>

Finishing her words through my mouth, Seola's spirit reached out toward Kang Jaemin.

"S-save me— please, Seola…… I, I was all wrong……!"

<Goodbye.>

In that instant, the light rapidly faded from Kang Jaemin's eyes, and all strength drained from his body.

"……."

<…….>

I stood up and looked at Choi Jieun and Park Sojin, trembling in the corner.

<I can't forgive you either.>

Choi Jieun and Park Sojin's bodies shook violently. Of course— I'd spoken the words, but the voice was one they knew all too well: Lee Seola's.

"S-Seola…… I'm sorry!"

"I, I was wrong! Please, forgive me just once!"

The two dropped to their knees, begging for mercy. Through my body, housing Seola's spirit, I felt her emotions toward the perpetrators who drove her to death: rage, and sorrow that she'd died because of scum like them.

<You…… will live with regret forever.>

If living is hell— no need to kill them.

That was Seola's judgment, so she spared Choi Jieun and Park Sojin's souls.

Next, I turned to Yoo Seyeon, collapsed with eyes closed as if fainted.

<Yoo Seyeon, you don't need to regret. It's too late anyway.>

Seola had delivered the finishing words, but all evidence pointed to Yoo Seyeon killing Kang Jaemin. She'd murdered someone. The son of a congressman, no less. Yoo Seyeon would live in hell from now on.

<……Hanul.>

"S-Seola? Is that really you, Seola?"

Seo Hanul, who had been approaching slowly since Seola's voice emerged from my mouth, stared wide-eyed in disbelief, calling his girlfriend in a trembling voice.

<Yeah, it's me.>

"S-Seola!"

Seo Hanul knelt before Seola.

"I'm, I'm sorry! I didn't notice your pain, you were suffering so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much you died, and as your boyfriend, I had no idea. And…… like an idiot, I almost turned you into an evil spirit……!"

<It's okay. You did it for me, right?>

Seola stroked the tear-streaked cheek of Hanul.

<So, forget me now.>

"Seo…… la?"

<We can't meet anymore…… so find new love.>

"No! Seola, Seolaaaaa!"

<Goodbye.>

Having said all she needed, Seola departed from my body. Regaining control, I stepped back one pace as Seo Hanul lunged to embrace me, pushing his shoulder away.

"I'm back."

"Ah……."

Seo Hanul realized this was his final farewell to Seola and hung his head.

And, as time passed.

Soon, the police Mime called arrived, and the incident wrapped up.

Kang Jaemin: deceased. Cause: exsanguination from scissors stabbed by Yoo Seyeon. This matched the testimony of everyone in the studio, leaving no room for doubt.

Afterward, I didn't bother checking what happened to the others involved. The outcomes were obvious.

Yoo Seyeon probably went to prison, getting the maximum sentence. Choi Jieun and Park Sojin, having bullied someone to suicide, would face heavy punishment too, if not as severe. Even if they got out someday, after all that…… living properly would be tough.

Besides.

I had something more important than those irrelevants.

"Sorry."

Apologizing to my friend, Lee Ha-eun.

"Psh, it's fine. I just got a warning, that's all."

"Still, you almost got suspended."

If the broadcast got suspended because of me, I'd have cried from guilt. Ha-eun generously brushed it off as just a warning, but my mind wasn't settled.

"No, this won't do…… Ha-eun. Remember that channel we made but never used?"

"Oh, yeah. Revenant Channel, right? The one we planned to use once ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and toss."

"Yeah, that one. We made it but didn't need it, so we left it…… From now on, I'll use that."

Even if it got suspended, it wouldn't affect Mime's main channel. And honestly…… the exorcism streams started by chance. They didn't even fit her channel's genre.

So when I suggested doing exorcisms on my personal channel from now on, Ha-eun hesitated oddly.

"What's wrong? If it's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about revenue, I'll split it with you, of course—"

"No, not that. There's something I've wanted to say since the Guiam Reservoir……."

Ha-eun let out a deep sigh, then continued.

"From that day, I can see ghosts."

"Huh."

"I can see the ghost next to you too."

<Huh.>

I reflexively looked at Seola beside me.

"Hic, sniff, Jaemin. Jaemiiin……."

Kang Seongjun gazed at his wife sobbing pitifully beside him, the old saying crossing his mind unbidden.

'Noisy.'

He turned his gaze forward.

There was a photo of his son, Kang Jaemin. In the portrait, Jaemin smiled brightly, oblivious to the tragedy that had befallen him.

'What's so funny?'

While he felt this utter wretchedness.

Staring at his son's photo, grinning as if he couldn't care less about his father's mood— a certain feeling welled up.

Disgust.

'Dead now, so useless.'

The son had never been of any help in his life. Despite pouring money and time—the world's most precious assets—the results were disappointing.

Instead, he'd wielded the authority Kang Seongjun had desperately earned as if it were his own. Just because of blood ties!

Especially recently, cleaning up the mess from that damned son's instigation had required begging the police chief. Recalling it made his blood boil.

'I planned to squeeze him for all he was worth later.'

But to die so pointlessly before that.

Kang Seongjun left his weeping wife and quietly slipped away.

Outside the funeral hall, his secretary, waiting, hurried to his side.

"Congressman."

"Yes, did you find it?"

"Here."

He skimmed the police investigation files on the incident. From trigger to conclusion.

Especially the link to that girl's suicide he'd hushed up recently— his brow furrowed.

"Getting annoying."

"……What should we do?"

"What else? Bury ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it."

No regrets over his son's death. If anything, it felt like lancing a boil— refreshing.

A son who'd only caused trouble and obstructed him in life. Someone had removed that obstacle for him; he was even grateful.

So processing it as an 'unfortunate accident' was best for his future.

"Ah, but."

Suddenly, Kang Seongjun's eyes fixed on a detail in the files.

"This Baek Seorin student exorcised the dead evil spirit on broadcast?"

"Yes, though it's most likely staged— but there are parts that don't add up as mere acting, so it's sparking debate online."

"Hmm……."

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Handing the files back to his secretary, Congressman Kang Seongjun curled one corner of his mouth.

"If this info's real…… she could make a fine business partner."