I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts - I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts chapter 2

2 – Jam-sooni

When do people think their lives fall apart?

When their heart gets shot by a bullet?

When they get a terminal illness?

When they drink poisonous mushroom soup?

If so, a person dies, and… a person’s life falls apart when they break someone else’s head with a soju bottle.

I fell apart. I did break the head of a rapist instinctively when I was drunk, but I didn’t even know it would become a problem.

“I-Is this what they call assault?”

I muttered while looking at the passed out idiot and trembling Yeokyung. And naturally, I took out my phone and opened Wikipedia.

Assault, drunk assault. Imprisonment of less than 2 years, fines of less than 5 million won, detention, and probation… Imprisonment for 2 years and a fine of 5 million won?

I don’t even have a hundred thousand won in my bank account right now.

And a fine of 5 million won?

Plus, if a settlement isn’t reached, 2 years of imprisonment?

My hands and feet started shaking uncontrollably.

“U-Um, monk. Tha-Thank yo-“

“T-This, thi-this reality is unbearable! aaah!”

I can’t possibly pay 5 million won!!!

I ran like crazy.

“aaah!”

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Failing the interview and a crisis in life… it’s really the worst day.

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In Seoul, you can occasionally see people walking in the sky. Today, this man standing in the sky was one of those days.

But people didn’t have any interest in the man walking in the sky. More accurately, they pretended not to care. Walking in the sky meant being a superior being looking down on humanity.

The man walking in the sky mumbled as he took off his silver sunglasses.

“I didn’t expect my disciple to be in trouble.”

A tentacled monster lying on the street.

It was clearly one of his disciples.

He must have sent his disciple to deal with those punks who were bothering their crew. Who dares to touch his disciple?

The man put on his silver sunglasses again.

And he read the celestial energy.

“To be able to send that monster flying with a single blow, he must be quite skilled. But who?”

Who touched Cheon Soo’s disciple. Which impudent fool would dare to touch their crew’s Hongdae boss, known as the King of Gangsters?

Cheon Soo read the location where the culprit had fled.

“Even so, they won’t die without a fight after touching our crew.”

Cheon Soo gradually pointed to a certain place.

He looked at that place.

“Ugh.”

There was a figure resembling a small building, emitting a curse that penetrated through his visual organs.

“The Three-Principles Training Ground?!”

Tears of blood flowed beneath his silver sunglasses in an instant.

Cheon Soo’s body shook with anger as he mumbled.

“That crazy bastard touched the Three-Principles?!”

The man in the sky reached out his hand towards the tentacled monster. And then the tentacled monster burst as if it was being squeezed by a giant fist.

“Damn it. Damn it! Why did you touch a monster like the Three-Principles?!”

Cheon Soo knew what that building was. And he also knew the three transcendents who could survive there.

Three transcendent beings who were expected to be unbeatable even by hell itself, the Three-Principles. And one of them had killed his disciple.

Cheon Soo, the Hongdae boss of the gang, felt fear for the first time in a long while.

The world is scary.

It’s dangerous outside the blanket…

People really can’t live without sinning.

Have I already become a suspect?

What should I say if I get caught by the police?

Thump thump thump – someone is knocking on the door.

Could it be the police?

“Hey! Open the door! You didn’t get caught, did you?! Answer me! Answer!”

What is it? It’s Jamsooni’s voice.

I rustled as I got up.

“What’s going on?”

“Phew. I thought you got caught!”

When I opened the door, I saw Jamsooni, who ran away suspiciously after graduating middle school. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Jamsooni’s worried expression.

Who is worrying about whom right now?

“Ugh, smells like alcohol.”

“I… I had a few drinks and overslept. Don’t drink stuff like this.”

“Disgusting.”

Jamsooni turned her head as if annoyed.

She’s one of my neighbors, Jamsooni.

Probably a runaway teenager, and probably around the third year of middle school.

And probably suffering from chuunibyou.

“What else? Alcohol?”

“Well, I drink occasionally too. I’m an adult, you know.”

“Damn, are you crazy? I’m so jealous of real education. Even I, who is well-versed in the theater of drinking, stay up all night sober these days. What? Alcohol?”

So she’s not suffering from chuunibyou after all.

This little girl is definitely suffering from chuunibyou.

Reaching the pinnacle of acting like an alcohol connoisseur?

If she had such a talent, she would have already been recruited by the Heavenly Empire Academy.

I smirked and cocked my gun.

“Don’t use bad words,” Jamsun whimpered, rubbing her cheek where she had just been slapped.

“Ouch! Oww! You!”

“I told you not to treat me like your brother and not to curse. Because it’s me, I let it go. Try cursing at a crazy psychic outside. It won’t end like this.”

“How did you break through my defense technique…? Wait, are you drunk and suffering from hangover?”

Jamsun asked, clutching her head.

“Yeah. Feels like my head is splitting.”

“Really? Is this an engraving?”

Suddenly, Jamsun stepped back and started imitating the hand movements of a ninja comic. That little brat, his chuunibyo is severe.

“Today, I’m going to take 300 kicks and learn a lesson. Manhae!”

“?”

“Huh? Manhae!”

What’s “manhae”?

I discreetly loaded my handgun.

Then Jamsun quickly shouted.

“Take that, you brat.”

“Manhae! Manhae! Stop it!”

“It’s noisy since morning.”

“Ah, ugh. Trying to block my bakkaeshi in this state…?”

Ignoring the grumbling Jamsun, I went into the room and turned on the gas stove.

“Wanna have breakfast?”

“Yeah.”

And so, I ended up having a breakfast of kimchi fried eggs and ramen, a luxurious set. Jamsun, being at the age of growing, ate very well.

Watching that sight reminded me of someone.

Maybe I should make breakfast for the neighbor as well, even though I don’t have any groceries.

Well, I do have a promise.

While eating the ramen, Jamsun asked.

“But why do you have that expression?”

“What?”

“You look like someone who had a margin call after longing for a present leverage.”

What is that realistic metaphor?

“I don’t know.”

“…Okay.”

Jamsooni had a momentary expression of disappointment.

What’s with that expression?

“Sigh.”

After swallowing the ramen broth, I briefly explained what happened yesterday.

I had an interview. And found money on the street.

And a lot happened in between.

After hearing my perfect explanation, Jamsooni said,

“So, you smashed the disciple’s head with a soju bottle?”

“Huh.”

“Of course, it’s Cheonsu, the underground boss of Hongdae.”

“The underground boss of Hongdae?”

When I asked again, Jamsooni opened her mouth, already annoyed just by seeing something.

“You don’t know that too? Pathetic~.”

“Well, it’s possible not to know.”

“Pathetic~ Bronze~ Empathy~.”

But then, Jamsooni suddenly lowered her head and asked.

“Emp, empathy, right? It’s empathy?!”

“…You’re so noisy. If you’re not going to talk about Cheonsu, leave the bowl in the sink and go.”

“Cough. I’ll tell you.”

Jamsooni’s explanation began.

“Cheonsu Doryeong. He’s famous for collecting a thousand related spirits in his hand and manipulating them as one. He’s not good at controlling his own body or drinking, but he became capable of that by riding on an S-rank possession of hand-related miracles.”

So Cheonsu (千手) meant that.

It means a thousand hands.

“But among pathetic people, he’s quite strong, so he’s called the boss. Of course, there’s the fact that he’s called that because of his cruel disposition.”

“Cruel disposition?”

“Yeah. They say he ruthlessly tortures and kills anyone who messes with his emotions, and then sells it as a video. Making money from torture videos and doing his psycho-path PR. Isn’t this pure capitalism?”

It gives me chills.

I started to feel really scared.

Am I being threatened by the guy who raped me last night?

Now I shouldn’t be afraid of getting caught by the police.

“Why are you just letting this ridiculous situation slide?”

“Of course, because we treat Cheonji like trash. He should have been a guy who also takes bribes from that guy in Cheonji?”

Cheonji, the strongest organization of psychics in Korea. It is said that those belonging to Cheonji are not afraid of even the military power of a great country. It is said that the students attending Cheonji Academy are nothing but monsters known all over the world.

“We should overturn Cheonji when we get a chance.”

Jamsoon said with a sinister smile.

And with a smile, she continued speaking.

“…If things get troublesome, should I take care of everything for you?”

“Take care of? What’s that? Murder.”

Honestly, Jamsoon was quite pretty. Even instinctively, I could tell that she would become even more beautiful when she grew up.

No, Jamsoon was still so beautiful. So even though I knew that this kid was saying such things because she was going through puberty, I couldn’t help but be tense.

“Should I kill all the people related to Cheonsu?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, idiot.”

*Bam* My metal bat struck Jamsoon’s head.

“Ouch!”

“Do you see any trace of lines? When are you going to grow out of your puberty syndrome? You can’t casually say that you’ll kill someone!”

I know that it’s because of her puberty syndrome that she’s full of bluff, but it’s really scary to provoke those monster-like guys for real.

If she was really a genius, she wouldn’t be living in this cheap officetel, but she would have attended a school that nurtures psychics.

“Ugh. Fine. Do it yourself then. Hmph.”

With that, Jamsoon, who had become sulky, didn’t even put down the plate she had eaten from and quickly ran away from the room after flicking me off.