Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6. Capitalism Sure Is Nice

Inside the hidden space of the club, Alice in Wonderland.

The owner... the man known as the ‘Clock Rabbit,’ had gathered all his employees for a meeting.

“Mad Hatter, did you properly check the equipment stock in the shop?”

“Yes. No problems.”

As he operated the Underworld Board, he received and checked reports on everything that needed attention.

Mad Hatter, Dormouse, March Hare.

Along with this trio who effectively served as field commanders—the so-called ‘Tea Party’—other members such as Cheshire Cat and Queen of Hearts each reported on their respective roles.

After the meeting had gone on for some time, Mad Hatter asked.

“Master... may I ask one question?”

“What?”

“Why did you give that Asian the vampire job?”

The Clock Rabbit had handed a vampire extermination mission to an Asian exorcist who had suddenly shown up recently.

No matter how strong the man was, Mad Hatter wondered why he'd entrusted something like that to a complete stranger.

“It was perfect for testing his ability. Handling vampires alone isn't easy. They're troublesome, and the consequences can get messy.”

“...”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The vampires currently expanding their influence across Brooklyn.

Considering how many gangs and exorcist organizations had failed to wipe them out, the difficulty of this mission was absurd.

“Do you think he'll succeed?”

“No. He'll die, one hundred percent. Do you know how many people have already gotten themselves killed trying to hunt those bastards?”

“True...”

Everyone nodded.

They all knew perfectly well that provoking the vampires alone under the current circumstances was insanity.

Then Mad Hatter asked again.

“What if, by some miracle, he succeeds?”

“Then it means he's the real deal, and we'd have to treat him accordingly. Not that it'll happen.”

A bitter smile formed beneath the Clock Rabbit's mask.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

The smartphone in his pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

When he answered...

“What is it? I told you not to contact me during meetings.”

《M-Master... That Asian exorcist came back. H-He says he exterminated all the vampires!》

“What?”

Shock spread across every face in the meeting room.

And a short while later...

“Here. This is the evidence, so check it.”

The moment the footage Kang Do-jun brought began to play.

‘My God...’

‘What the hell is this guy?’

Everyone watching stared with their mouths hanging open.

An Asian exorcist slaughtering vampires entirely on his own.

It wasn't a battle, but a one-sided massacre.

The Asian man looked directly into the bodycam and left one remark.

“Then I'd like to collect my payment for this job. It was a little more troublesome than I expected.”

A faint smile appeared on Kang Do-jun's face.

***

The far outskirts of Williamsburg.

In the middle of a redevelopment zone filled with rusted steel frames and shattered windows.

The exterior looked as though it could collapse at any moment, but the top floor reached by a massive freight elevator was an entirely different world.

‘There's... a place like this here?’

An open living room, marble floors, and beyond huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Brooklyn's nightscape stretched out like a panorama.

With his hands in his pockets, Do-jun slowly looked over the interior.

Stylish furniture, subtle indirect lighting, and even a top-class bar in the center.

A smile threatened to spread across his face, but he kept his expression as blank as possible.

The rabbit mask who had arranged this place folded his arms and spoke.

“It was built by renovating the upper floors of an abandoned building that doesn't appear on ordinary maps. The specially coated windows block light completely, so no one outside can even tell anyone lives here.”

“Any chance someone could trace me another way?”

“The previous owner was a shell company, so there isn't a single trace in any American database. There's also an underground passage you can use to come and go without anyone noticing.”

The rabbit mask handed over several prepared documents.

Just as he'd said, ownership had apparently been passed through multiple layers, leaving this building on paper as nothing more than an empty shell.

“So? Satisfied? I put some effort into making this rabbit hole.”

“...Wait. There's one last thing I need to check.”

Do-jun knelt and placed a hand against the floor.

‘Eye of Righteous Revelation.’

His pupils flashed blue for an instant as he scanned the room.

Invisible spiritual waves seeped through the gaps in the walls and flooring.

A detection technique used to find bugs or mystical traps.

Fortunately, the place was clean.

‘...He's checking it with his own technique.’

The rabbit mask seemed to realize what he was doing and patiently waited.

A moment later, Do-jun slowly stood.

“Well, this isn't bad. How much?”

“Three thousand dollars a month. Pay extra if you need anything more.”

About 4.3 million won in monthly rent.

It wasn't cheap, but considering the facilities and security of this hideout, it was reasonable.

To be honest, his current accommodations were far better than anything he'd had even when he reigned as South Korea's greatest shaman.

For a mere broker running a dark-web operation to provide a safehouse on this scale...

‘So this really is the homeland of capitalism.’

The rabbit mask spoke.

“If you build up more of a record later, I'll move you into a penthouse in central Manhattan. It'll cost several times more, of course.”

“...We'll see.”

That bastard was more or less his boss for now, but Do-jun had no intention of speaking politely to him.

He knew very well that in the underworld, the moment you looked easy to push around, it was over.

The rabbit mask didn't seem to dislike that attitude and gave a small laugh before tossing him a tablet.

“Take this.”

“What is it?”

An app called ‘Underworld Shop’ was displayed on the screen.

“You can get everything here, from food to exorcism weapons and daily necessities. I personally guarantee the delivery system leaves no trace.”

Scrolling through the screen revealed everything from bizarre spiritual items to the latest tactical gear.

With this, he could live comfortably in seclusion and build his strength without even needing to go outside.

‘This rabbit mask is much more competent than I originally thought.’

Do-jun had taken him for some third-rate merchant making commissions through the deep web, but the business manners and capabilities he'd shown so far surpassed anyone Do-jun had dealt with in Korea.

Finally, the rabbit mask placed two heavy aluminum cases on the table.

“Your reward for this mission. Two point one million dollars. Prepared in cash. Check it.”

“...”

When he opened the cases, crisp bundles of hundred-dollar bills were packed tightly inside.

A massive sum approaching three billion won.

‘Holy shit...’

He'd earned that much money in one shot?

Something unimaginable in South Korea.

His heart pounded, but Do-jun closed the case with a blank expression.

“I'll put it to good use.”

“Let's get along from now on. We'll make plenty of money together. And...”

They lightly clasped hands, and the rabbit mask seemed about to say something more.

“And?”

“Nothing. I'll tell you next time... Get some rest. When can you take the next job? It'll take me some time to bring in work profitable enough for you too.”

Do-jun shrugged.

“If possible, I'd like to rest for about a month.”

“Fine. Take your time. By then... I'll have a mission with a reward you'll be satisfied with.”

“I'll look forward to it.”

Click!

The moment the door closed, Do-jun tore open the cases again.

His fingertips trembled as he touched the stacks of bills.

‘...This is insane.’

Memories from his days in Cheongwa flashed through his mind.

He couldn't even use a single talisman freely without government approval, and even risking his life all year hunting evil spirits earned him only around three to five hundred million won.

And that was only after collecting hazard pay, overtime pay, and every other allowance possible.

Once taxes and everything else were deducted, nearly half disappeared.

Yet the moment he arrived in America, he'd killed barely a hundred vampires and pocketed three billion won.

At this point, getting exiled almost felt like a blessing in disguise.

Still, he had no intention of forgiving Cheongwa.

Because of those bastards, he'd been forced to part with the spirit who had accompanied him his entire life, along with suffering countless other wounds.

‘Well, that's separate from this...’

Once his racing heart settled down.

One goal came clearly to mind.

Three years from now, in the approaching Giyu Year—the ‘Day of the Darkest Night.’

That terrible prophecy claiming the boundary between the living and dead would collapse and the gates of hell would open.

Do-jun himself had once glimpsed a fragment of that infernal world, though only briefly.

Originally, his everyday life had consisted of steadily preparing alongside Cheongwa to survive that day.

But now it was time to change that direction a little—no, a lot.

So he could survive even alone.

No, he needed enough power to protect his own forces by that time even without Cheongwa behind him.

‘I earn money here, train successors, and strengthen the spirit inside me as much as possible.’

His desire for revenge against the country and Cheongwa that abandoned him.

His survival instinct as a human being.

And even the final words left by his master and the White Tiger Spirit, who had sacrificed themselves for him.

There was no other way to protect all of it.

‘Good. The direction's decided...’

Do-jun threw himself onto the bed and picked up the tablet.

He knew perfectly well what he had to do right now.

‘Spend the next month learning as much as possible about the spirit inside me.’

His most important ability and source of power was the new spirit now settled in his tobangguri.

He still didn't even know its identity or name, and in this state he couldn't properly draw out one hundred percent of its power.

For a shaman, the harmony with the spirit whose power he borrowed was crucial.

And if his guess was right.

‘Before long, I'll get tangled up with those vampires again.’

He'd erased his traces cleanly and been careful.

But since those things were evil spirits operating as a massive organization.

There was a very high chance he would inevitably cross paths with them again somewhere.

After all, he'd killed well over a hundred of them.

Even just to prepare for that moment, he needed to raise his strength another level.

‘First, let's buy a mountain of ammunition.’

He opened the Underworld Shop and began filling his order list.

To avoid tracing, he mixed in large quantities of holy water, crosses, and other tools typically used by Western exorcists, while also filling the cart with plenty of gear he could actually use in combat.

“Oh right, this too.”

The final items in his cart.

He didn't forget to add his favorite vape and fluorobono-flavored liquid.

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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