Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Chapter 11. Let's Make a Deal

Mad Hatter.

The hitman of the club ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and leader of Team Tea Party was already gasping for breath.

‘Fuck!’

The mace in his hands felt dozens of times heavier than usual.

A C-rank exorcist.

He had always been confident that this was a level no one in the industry could dismiss.

He could handle most jobs alone and had fought more than a few notorious evil spirits.

But the energy filling this room existed on an entirely different dimension.

A razor-sharp killing intent that pricked his skin like needles, and crushing pressure bearing down on the crown of his head.

“Damn it, they just keep coming!”

“T-Team leader!”

Occult objects came alive and attacked from every direction.

Mummy bandages cracked like whips, while rusted crusader swords swam through the air, aiming for their necks.

He kept blasting Holy Light to push enemies back and fought with defensive sacred magic... But the drain on his spiritual power was severe.

He was barely holding on through coordination with his teammates, yet they hadn't laid so much as a finger on Annabelle itself.

Just dealing with the toys being manipulated by it had already pushed them to their limits.

On top of that, the escape route was already blocked.

‘Damn it, am I dying here...’

Then a scream came from the side.

“Guhk!”

One of his subordinates was caught by a mummy's arm and thrown to the floor.

A gigantic stone statue raised its foot to crush his fallen teammate's head.

“Dormouse!”

Mad Hatter urgently tried to move, but the surrounding artifacts blocked his path.

A hopeless situation.

At that exact moment, a cold voice slicing through the air struck his ears.

“Move. You're in the way.”

“Hm?”

A shadow shot out from behind him and cut between the team members.

The Asian exorcist, Kang Do-jun.

WHOOOOOOSH!

The instant he spoke, an enormous firestorm erupted into the air.

Ferocious hellfire glowing a vivid crimson.

The charging artifacts were reduced to ash before they could even scream.

“...!”

While they stared blankly at the overwhelming power, Kang Do-jun hauled Dormouse to his feet and shouted sharply.

“Stop spacing out and get back! Don't get in my way!”

“Y-Yes!”

“Sorry!”

A chilling shiver ran down their backs.

All three stared in shock.

‘What the hell... is that magic?’

‘It's insanely powerful.’

It was a spell they had never seen, heard of, or used before, and its power far exceeded everything they considered normal.

Standing in the middle of the burning warehouse, Do-jun calmly gathered his energy.

‘Hmm. This is much more useful than I expected.’

What he'd just used was Navajo sorcery learned from the secret manual... ‘Flame Beast.’

It might lack finesse, but in terms of raw destructive force, it far surpassed Korean fire sorcery.

Perhaps the warlike lifestyle of Native tribes, forced into frequent conflict with one another, had been directly absorbed into their magical system.

It seemed extremely useful in one-versus-many battles.

‘For now, though... Rather than fighting like this forever, I should cut off Annabelle's head.’

Do-jun's gaze shifted toward Annabelle at the far end.

He concentrated the fiery energy inside his body into his legs.

BOOM!

Shortening Distance.

When he combined it with Eastern sorcery, his body shot forward at the speed of light.

He closed the distance to Annabelle without even leaving an afterimage.

‘Now!’

At the inward shout, the tobangguri in his lower abdomen vibrated violently.

The phantom of a massive beast surged up behind Do-jun and opened its maw.

Just as it was about to swallow the doll whole, Annabelle's form scattered like a mirage.

Crash!

The display case shattered, and a voice rang through the air.

《You... make me feel bad... You're not my friend. Bad adult. Die, you have to die.》

“Ghhh, figures... One-shotting it isn't going to work.”

Do-jun scratched his head regretfully.

Ruuuumble!

The entire warehouse began violently shaking as evil spirits surged from every direction.

An infernal landscape unfolded.

The walls of the entire warehouse suddenly filled with thousands—tens of thousands—of dolls identical to Annabelle.

《Die, die...》

《Adult, bad thing. Die.》

《Not a friend.》

Layered hallucinations whispered from every direction.

This wasn't a simple illusion.

It was a unique world created by an evil spirit, a so-called ‘Domain.’ Within it, all abilities were amplified and the caster's will itself became law.

“A Domain? That's impossible!”

“T-Team leader! Nobody told us this evil spirit could deploy a Domain!”

The Tea Party trio standing farther away turned white.

George Goldwyn had never said a word about this danger.

An evil spirit capable of creating its own Domain.

That meant their opponent was a monster ordinary exorcists had essentially no chance against.

But Kang Do-jun merely smiled coldly as though he couldn't care less.

‘I wanted to make this easy and finish it in one hit. Guess there's no free meal after all.’

《It looks delicious... Let me eat that thing. Human, put it in my mouth already.》

Wakan Tanka greedily smacked its lips.

‘Yes, yes. Hold on. Cooking takes time.’

《Die! Dieeee!》

Annabelle's attacks were relentless.

Evil spirits reached out from every darkness, trying to seize his body.

Illusions of mutilated bodies and corpses gnawed away at his mind.

And between them, he also had to deal with cursed objects possessed by spirits. Even ten bodies wouldn't have been enough.

Kang Do-jun was repelling them with Navajo sorcery... but if this stalemate continued, anyone could see his side would run out of strength first.

“Aaaaaagh! Daaaaamn it!”

“Get lost!”

And there was an even bigger problem.

The Tea Party bastards didn't look like they could hold on much longer.

‘Let's see...’

Even then, Do-jun calmly assessed the situation.

That thing wasn't a single evil spirit.

It was a massive vessel swollen by devouring thousands of souls.

Trying to deal with them one by one head-on would be like pouring water into a bottomless jar.

He had to find the ‘core’ among the countless souls—the one maintaining this enormous Domain and collective.

The problem was there was no way to tell which of the countless dolls in this massive space was the real Annabelle.

‘All right. Let's go with that.’

Do-jun kicked aside an armored evil spirit charging from the front, then plunged a hand deep inside his coat.

He pulled out the FSM—Flying Spaghetti Monster—badge he'd taken from the rest-stop restaurant.

As Do-jun grinned, Wakan Tanka asked.

《What are you planning, child?》

‘Something fun.’

《Fun? Hmmm...》

He poured divine power into the badge without restraint.

The badge grew scorching hot, almost ready to burst, before he hurled it into the darkest corner of the Domain.

Then...

BOOOOM!

With a cloud of smoke, a gigantic meatball appeared and began rampaging.

The voracious creature that had devastated the rest-stop restaurant was recreated inside the Domain.

The meatball extended noodle-like tentacles and indiscriminately began sucking in nearby souls and occult objects.

“W-What is that, team leader?”

“I... I don't know either!”

The situation became an even bigger mess.

The suddenly appearing meatball spaghetti monster rampaged around, creating another battle on that side.

《What's that... Are you an adult too? Or... friend?》

Annabelle's voice rang out, and its energy visibly shifted toward the meatball.

Then... hundreds of dolls rushed toward it at once to suppress it.

It was probably trying to subdue the creature and make it its own.

But none of that mattered.

‘Found you.’

Activating the Eye of Righteous Revelation, Do-jun observed the movement of spiritual power.

Among the countless attacks, there was one direction from which an exceptionally powerful and distinct ‘will’ extended.

He didn't miss that momentary disturbance and threw the talisman he'd prepared.

“Seal!”

The talisman glowing blue struck a point in midair and fixed the surrounding space in place.

《W-What is thiiiis?!》

Before Annabelle's true body could fully appear in its panic, Kang Do-jun kicked off the floor with Shortening Distance and shot forward.

His hand closed the gap in an instant and seized the doll by the hair.

“Got you, brat.”

He grabbed one of the dolls.

His eyes flashed blue as forced spiritual communion with Annabelle began.

A vast sea of resentment poured like a waterfall into Kang Do-jun's consciousness.

...

...

A cold gray landscape unfolded.

The corridor of an orphanage reeking of mold.

There was a child there.

The girl's name was Annabelle.

Her thin arms and legs were covered in bruises, and her eyes contained nothing but terrible fear.

“I'm sorry, Director. Please...”

“Aaaaaagh!”

The man gripping the begging child's hair was grotesquely obese.

The director treated the children like animals.

Beatings were routine. Abuse was entertainment.

Then one day, Annabelle's only childhood friend died on the cold floor.

She had refused the director when he tried to do something vile, and the vicious beating that followed had ruptured her organs.

“W-What do we do, Annabelle? Julia's dead... W-Will the adults help us this time?”

“No... Of course they won't.”

Her world had collapsed, but Annabelle didn't cry.

Instead, she picked up the sharpest knife in the kitchen.

She had already begged adults for help countless times.

The police, politicians who occasionally visited the orphanage, and many others had received letters from her... Yet each time, all that followed was the director's brutal violence and the adults' indifference.

Late at night, after everyone had fallen asleep.

Annabelle entered the director's room.

A fat, greed-soaked creature... an adult.

She drove the knife into his chest.

“G-Guhk! Guhk! A-Annabelle! What are you doing?!”

“Die, trash.”

When she finally ended the bastard's life, all Annabelle felt was emptiness.

Killing the director didn't bring her dead friend back.

And her own future was already covered by a dark curtain.

Covered head to toe in blood, Annabelle stood on the rooftop ledge, preparing to end her life.

If she crossed into the world of death, perhaps she could meet Julia again.

“Hey, brat. Before you jump... how about talking to me?”

She turned her head and saw Kang Do-jun.

Annabelle's face filled with anger and suspicion.

“Go away, adult... There's nothing you people can do for me.”

“I don't know. Seems like there's something I can do.”

“Shut up!”

Annabelle charged and reached for the Seven Star Sword in Kang Do-jun's hand.

But before her fingers could touch it, the sword spun once through the air and returned to his grip.

“Blades are dangerous for kids.”

“Who the hell are you?! Why... why are you doing this to me?! What did I do wrong?!”

Then Kang Do-jun folded his arms.

“Let's make a deal, brat. You quietly let yourself be sealed. In return, I'll grant the wish you want.”

“Shut up! There's no reason to make a deal like that with an adult—”

“I'll destroy the director. Painfully.”

“...What?”

Confusion appeared on Annabelle's face.

The Catastrophe-Class Exorcist Is Too Strong in America

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: Gisigami

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