Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Chapter 12. How About Moving On?

Do-jun continued with a cold smile.

“The bastard who made you and your friends suffer. I'll make him taste the pain of hell.”

“Ahahahaha! Don't make me laugh. Adults always smile and say they'll help. But not once did they ever do it. How are you going to show him hell? What am I supposed to see before I believe you?”

Annabelle burst into a shrill laugh, while Do-jun pulled his vape from his clothes, took a drag, and exhaled smoke.

“You seem to misunderstand something. I'm not a good person. I'm closer to a villain, actually. That's why I'm confident I can take your revenge for you.”

“What?”

“The reason you're still here is because your grudge hasn't been resolved, right? So... I'll help with that, and then I'll seal you.”

Annabelle smiled coldly.

“...Don't just talk. Do something, then. I'll decide after I see the results.”

“Fine.”

Do-jun immediately activated the Eye of Righteous Revelation.

Blue light swept in every direction, exposing the countless souls wandering through the air.

Among them, he found one particularly unpleasant soul filled with anxiety and greed.

“Bind!”

“G-Guhk!”

The moment he tore a talisman, blue chains shot out like snakes and seized the soul from midair.

Dragged to the floor and forced into physical form was a grossly obese man—the former director of the orphanage.

“You have nothing to say to Annabelle?”

“Say? Because of that bitch, I died and became an evil spirit! That whore!”

As the director hurled abuse, Annabelle gave Do-jun a bitter smile.

His soul was bound to Annabelle by such intense resentment that Annabelle herself was unable to directly affect him.

With her eyes blazing blue, she spat curses and asked.

“How are you going to send someone like that to hell?”

“I can.”

Do-jun stirred the tobangguri in his lower abdomen.

‘Elder, lend me a hand.’

《I don't know... He reeks and is filthy. I don't want to deal with him.》

‘Please. Sometimes, if you want a proper meal, you have to eat an unpleasant appetizer first.’

《...You'd better keep that promise.》

‘Of course.’

At that moment, energy surged richly within the tobangguri.

Silent permission to borrow power.

Do-jun immediately activated a spell.

“Ch'į́įdii Bii'í.”

It meant ‘Shadow of the Evil Spirit,’ a Navajo curse said to be used when killing an enemy through malediction.

When he activated it with immense divine power.

“H-Huh?”

Dozens of phantoms appeared around the director.

They were all children from the orphanage.

Pitiful children who had been beaten or subjected to unspeakable abuse.

Every one of them stood staring at the director with bloody tears running down their faces.

“W-What's this, kids... all of a sudden?”

The director squirmed in confusion.

Then the children began running toward him.

Some carried stones, some kitchen knives, and others ran with mops.

And...

“Ahahahahahaha!”

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Laughing, they all beat the director mercilessly.

They stabbed him with knives, stomped him, and smashed his skull with stones.

‘W-What the...’

While Annabelle stared blankly at the scene.

A girl's voice called out.

“Annabelle! Come here, let's play together!”

“Julia?”

“Hurry up!”

A girl with red pigtails.

The girl who had always looked after timid Annabelle like an older sister.

The moment she called, Annabelle hesitated, then quickly ran over and joined the children.

“Aaaagh! Aaaaaaagh!”

And the children innocently trampled the director.

Stabbing him.

Crushing him.

Pure joy, without sadness, fear, or anger.

A bizarre scene unfolded in which the children's laughter crossed with the director's screams.

Do-jun and Wakan Tanka silently stood there and watched for a long time.

How much time passed?

“Haaa, that was fun, wasn't it, Annabelle?”

“Yeah! Really fun!”

“Ahahaha!”

Only then, seemingly satisfied, did the children stop beating him... The orphanage director lay there reduced to pulp, his body trembling.

Do-jun asked Annabelle.

“Satisfied?”

“Yeah!”

The instant Annabelle nodded.

Do-jun extended an arm forward.

The enormous face of a beast surged outward.

“S-Save me... sa—”

CRUNCH!

It chewed the director's body apart and swallowed him.

When silence returned again.

Do-jun tore a talisman and made something.

Then... he approached the group of children and handed it to Annabelle.

“Here.”

“This is...”

“A bribe.”

It was a teddy bear.

The one Annabelle had wanted... but had never been able to own.

When she hugged it tightly against her chest, Julia smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder as though pleased for her.

Annabelle's eyes filled with tears.

“Did you just... help me?”

“I told you, I'm not helping you. It's a deal.”

At that moment, clear tears began dripping from her eyes.

She said nothing, but what she wanted to say... what she felt, came through painfully clearly.

“...Thank you, mister.”

The instant she said it, Do-jun's vision went black.

When he came to his senses.

“I'm back.”

Kang Do-jun had returned to the occult artifact warehouse.

He looked around.

“C-Collapsing!”

“What the hell is happening?!”

The Annabelle dolls filling the entire area began collapsing and disappearing.

Countless trapped souls surged wildly through the room.

‘Enjoy your meal, Elder.’

Do-jun extended an arm and absorbed the souls.

Once the situation finally settled.

Mad Hatter approached Do-jun.

“What exactly did you do?”

“Nothing special. The kid was crying, so I calmed her down a little.”

“You... calmed her down?”

Do-jun waved dismissively.

“Enough useless talk. Call the people outside. There's... plenty to squeeze out of that spoiled brat.”

***

A short while later, inside a corridor of the castle.

“You really sealed it? Annabelle?”

George Goldwyn glared suspiciously at Mad Hatter walking ahead.

“We definitely succeeded. See for yourself.”

“If you're lying, you'll repay me with your lives. You haven't forgotten what family I come from, have you?”

Even as he followed, George clearly couldn't believe it.

More than ten teams of exorcists had already been sent into that room... Not a single one had ever come back alive.

A short while later, Mad Hatter pushed open the heavy steel door.

“W-What the hell is this...”

The warehouse looked as if it had been bombed.

Expensive occult collectibles lay scattered in pieces, and in the middle of the devastation stood the Asian exorcist.

Then.

“Here. Catch.”

Kang Do-jun casually tossed the Annabelle doll, now bearing a red talisman on its forehead, toward George.

“Don't remove the talisman. Unless you want to die.”

“...You sealed Annabelle?”

“As you can see.”

George showed the doll to the exorcists standing beside him, who examined it and nodded.

“It's sealed.”

He really... did it?

George's eyes gleamed.

He hadn't expected for a moment that some rootless Asian exorcist would actually succeed.

‘Nice.’

He could barely contain his joy.

Losing the destroyed artifacts hurt, but compared to Annabelle's value, all of them were basically trash.

But now that things had turned out this way, another thought occurred to him.

He had an excuse to save money.

His lips suddenly twisted as he put on an angry expression.

“You bastard! What the hell did you do to all my collectibles? Do you know how much this stuff costs? Forget paying you—I should be charging you damages!”

“What are you talking about?! Those artifacts were under Annabelle's influence! Destroying them was unavoidable!”

Dormouse shouted indignantly, but George snorted.

“Shut the fuck up. Nice excuses from useless losers. I told you to seal Annabelle, not destroy my warehouse.”

Then Kang Do-jun asked.

“So, what do you want?”

“What?”

“What exactly are you trying to do because those cheap pieces of junk got smashed?”

George Goldwyn pretended to think for a moment before answering.

“Haaaa... I'm a generous man, so I'll forgive you. Let's settle this by lowering the payment to one million dollars.”

“That's ridiculous.”

The Tea Party members trembled with anger.

Anyone could see George was simply making unreasonable excuses.

Then Kang Do-jun, who had silently watched the situation, spoke.

“You want me to kill you?”

“What? What the fuck did you just say to me...”

“I asked if you want to die, you mudskipper-looking bastard.”

Do-jun approached him.

“Changed my mind. Four million dollars.”

“What? What the fuck is this crazy yellow bastard talking about?! Didn't you hear me? One million is already more than generous!”

Do-jun stopped right in front of George and let out a heavy sigh.

“I clearly told you you'd have to pay more if we sealed it. And you hid the fact that this evil spirit could deploy a ‘Domain.’ We almost died because of that.”

“...”

George... and the exorcists beside him flinched.

A high-level evil spirit capable of creating its own Domain.

It was indeed information they had deliberately hidden because no one would have accepted the assignment otherwise.

George replied.

“Th-That's the kind of thing an exorcist should handle on his own, isn't it?”

“I did handle it. That's why I'm asking for fair compensation.”

The problem was, this crazy Asian had no intention of backing down either.

As he continued approaching George.

“W-What are you doing?! Beat him down!”

“Yes!”

At that instant... the exorcists brought along as bodyguards drew their weapons and rushed Do-jun.

Every one of them flooded their bodies with sacred power, clearly fighting seriously.

But.

BAM!

“G-Guhk!”

Thud! Thud-thud!

“Aaaaaagh!”

Do-jun shot between them, planting fists and kicks into jaws and stomachs.

Nothing flashy, just fast, simple close-quarters combat.

But.

That alone was enough to leave every bodyguard sprawled on the floor like curled shrimp in less than ten seconds.

“W-What the...”

The horrified George stumbled backward, but there was nowhere to run.

Kang Do-jun closed the distance instantly, swept George's leg out from under him, and drove a fist into him.

“Ghk!”

It wasn't an ordinary blow.

Divine power flowed through his fist and directly tore through George's nervous system.

George's face twisted under agony he'd never experienced before, and blood poured from his nose.

“Hand over the money.”

“Y-You bastard! Do you even know who my family is to dare—Aaaaaagh!”

“Really? You'd be better off paying.”

Kang Do-jun placed a hand on his stomach and injected divine power.

Every time he did, George screamed.

An ordinary human body was being forced to endure the fierce divine power of Wakan Tanka, producing unbearable pain.

How long did the torture continue?

Eventually, George lay licking the floor, tears, mucus, and even urine spilling from him as he reached out pathetically.

“I-I'll pay! I'll give you everything, just please spare me!”

“Price went up. Five million dollars. Late fee.”

“F-Five million? But that's...”

“If you don't like it, we keep going.”

Watching the scene, the Tea Party members swallowed dryly.

‘...Thank God he's on our side.’

‘What the hell did this guy used to do?’

Kang Do-jun, calmly torturing a spoiled heir to a conglomerate, was several times more terrifying than Annabelle had been moments earlier.

The Catastrophe-Class Exorcist Is Too Strong in America

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: Gisigami

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: September 15, 2026

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