I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts

I stared at Gamlo as she sighed deeply.

Gamlo, one of the Celestial Immortals of Cheonji.

I had seen her before during the last Cheonji Selection Exam.

And now here she was, donning a poorly-fitted wig, wearing a security guard’s uniform, and sporting a fake mustache. The most absurd part? Her overflowing chest wasn’t even remotely concealed by the uniform, making it impossible to hide that she was a woman.

Yet, here was Gamlo, suggesting a negotiation.

“Come inside the security room first.”

The security room was a complete mess.

The sight of empty soju bottles rolling around was just the beginning of the chaos.

“Haah… I fooled even the eyes of the Three Sovereigns, yet I couldn’t hide from you.”

The scent of alcohol wafted from her breath.

She whispered softly.

“Let’s negotiate. Don’t reveal my identity. The others are under a sensory suppression enchantment, so they wouldn’t be able to detect us talking here in the security room.”

Others?

What was this middle school’s deal?

“For starters, why are you here?” she asked.

“I came because I was summoned as a guardian. The kid I’m protecting was reported for a school incident.”

“Summoned as a guardian? Is that truly why you came? Not to exploit a contract or anything of the sort?”

Gamlo rummaged around the table and pulled out a bottle of Chamisul soju, pouring it into a mug.

Drip, drip—

She downed the soju-filled mug in one go and stared straight at me.

“I’m sorry.”

Why was she apologizing all of a sudden?

Before I could ask, she continued.

“You’re wearing such a desperate expression… You really must care about the child at that school.”

“Yes, so can I go now?”

“Unfortunately, that’s impossible,” she said, shaking her head.

“No one, no faction, can enter that school. You’re no exception.”

“But I’m the kid’s guardian!”

“It’s still impossible,” she insisted.

I was starting to get annoyed. My tone naturally rose.

“Gam—mmph!”

“Quiet! Didn’t I tell you to speak softly?”

Why was she so against her name being mentioned? Oh, right. Gamlo was in disguise. She must not want her identity revealed.

Though, honestly, I wasn’t sure how this pathetic disguise was fooling anyone.

I grabbed Gamlo’s hand as she tried to cover my mouth. Her strength was weak—so weak she couldn’t resist my grip.

“What… What kind of strength is this? Judging by the lack of energy readings, you must’ve used Yin or Negative Transference techniques,” she muttered, flustered.

I held both of her hands firmly and said, “If you don’t let me in, I’ll spill the beans. The moment I leave this room, I’ll yell, ‘Gamlo is here!’ for everyone to hear.”

“D-don’t! I don’t know who you’re affiliated with, but do you really want to make an enemy of Cheonji?”

No, I didn’t want to go up against Cheonji. They were an incredibly powerful organization.

They even possessed the Great Demonic Gate within their ranks.

But in this situation, a half-truth bluff was my only option.

“Just understand how desperate I am. I’m even willing to oppose Cheonji if it means protecting this child.”

“I see… That’s how important this child is to you. Hm, it feels like I’m on the verge of remembering something…”

Gamlo’s expression softened, though her brow furrowed in thought.

Avoiding my gaze, she muttered, “Cheonji isn’t a group that values mere profit. However, if the profit aligns with the greater good, they do treasure such benefits.”

What was she saying all of a sudden?

“If you offer something beneficial, I might allow entry under Cheonji’s approval,” she added.

“Wait, what? Beneficial? Are you asking for money?”

What else could she mean by “benefit”?

Like I had the resources to satisfy a Celestial Deity of Cheonji.

I needed to shift my strategy.

I glanced out the security room window, observing the people outside. Most of them looked suspicious, poorly disguised like Gamlo.

So, she wasn’t the only one hiding her identity.

“Now that I look, there are plenty of people in strange disguises like yours. Wait, that man over there…”

****

Gamlo had taken a liking to Yoo Hajin.

She knew Yoo Hajin was a good person.

The events at Pyeon Station, the happenings in the DMZ—those moments had brought tears to Gamlo’s eyes, moved by Yoo Hajin’s selflessness.

‘He said there’s a precious child in that school.’

Because of this, Gamlo decided to give Yoo Hajin an opportunity.

An opportunity to negotiate with Cheonji.

Selling access to that school, bound by contracts and teeming with those trapped within, to someone who could approach the Eternal Sovereign? It was as if Gamlo could already hear Cheonji’s master issuing furious decrees.

‘Maybe I’ll get punished as severely as I did after the tiger incident. But… I can’t help it. I like this kid.’

Yoo Hajin seemed to grasp her words instantly and moved toward the security room window. Was he planning to summon something through the window?

Instead, he simply looked outside.

To be precise, he was staring at the café near the school gates.

Through the window, Gamlo could see a man in the café. He was disguised as an intellectual, but his poor acting gave him away—it was obvious he was a thug pretending to be refined.

“Now that I look closer, there are so many people around here with strange disguises like yours. Wait a second— isn’t that Makju?”

Makju—the man who had once challenged for the rank of Arhat in the Miruk Sect.

He was none other than Makju the master of the Am-Mak and one of the key figures in sects hierarchy.

“Makju? Who said Makju? Did you say Makju has entered the Sodo?”

Gamlo’s voice rose slightly in shock.

Makju? The supreme figure of the Am-Mak here?

“Wow. Look at him, acting all posh while sipping coffee at the café. This is the same thug who strutted around the Mireu cult pretending to be someone important. And now he’s wearing a wig over that bald head of his.”

Yoo Hajin shot a meaningful smile at Gamlo. A smile that screamed: If you cross me, I’ll walk straight to Makju and spill everything about you being Gamlo.

However, Gamlo interpreted that smile differently. To her, it seemed to say: Use your subordinates and expose Makju’s identity for your political gain.

This was a non-aggression zone.

The place was called Sodo, a sanctuary of the ancient shamans, where the entry of powerful forces was heavily restricted.

Simply being here without a contract violated numerous political agreements and unspoken rules.

And breaking a contract, well, the repercussions were no less severe than what Gamlo herself had endured.

‘If it’s really Makju…’

How much could she leverage this situation?

She could undoubtedly reap significant political rewards.

Just then, a telepathic message from her subordinates came through.

At the same time, a dark aura surged from the café.

‘That resonance with the darkness… Makju’s power!’

Gamlo’s men, not affiliated with Cheonji but independent abilities users, had provoked the man. In response, Makju had partially revealed his powers, breaking the suppressive spell.

‘Unbelievable. Simply astonishing. How did Yoo Hajin uncover Makju’s disguise and calculate the massive benefit this would bring to Cheonji?’

This wasn’t just a gain that could be bought with money or servitude.

It was a significant advantage that even Cheonji’s master would grudgingly acknowledge.

Moreover, it was beneficial to ordinary mortals living in the secular world.

This blow would silence sects for some time, ensuring peace.

‘He really is a good kid. To have such incredible abilities and yet remain so kindhearted.’

Finally, Gamlo spoke.

“You may enter.”

“Now we’re talking,” Yoo Hajin replied.

“And… thank you.”

“…?”

‘Thank me for blackmailing her? She’s definitely not sober.’

Yoo Hajin couldn’t help but think that alcohol addiction was truly a dangerous thing.

****

Changseong Middle School, Class 1-5

A breathtakingly beautiful girl stared emotionlessly at a fallen classmate. The girl on the ground, teary-eyed, shouted at her.

“You… you’re dead! I won’t let this slide!”

The beautiful girl who had knocked her classmate down remained silent. Her stillness was both mesmerizing and terrifying.

“Do you even know who my great-uncle is? He’s an elder of Changseong sect! Even an orphan brat like you must have heard of Changseong sect!”

The girl said nothing.

She merely frowned, as though this entire interaction was a bother.

Changseong sect’s master knows how to use Celestial Arts! He’s on the same level as the Celestial Immortals of Cheonji. Do you even know what Celestial Arts are? Of course, you don’t. You’re just a dumb mortal brat. I’ll never forgive you. Crazy bitch.”

The fallen girl kept muttering insults.

But the beautiful girl didn’t respond.

She simply spoke to herself.

“This is a disaster.”

The Eternal Sovereign began calculating the aftermath of annihilating yet another martial sect. She was experienced in such calculations, having obliterated multiple sects in the past.

It had been less than a month since she started attending school, hoping to live a normal life and forget her past. Yet here she was, crunching numbers about the consequences of destruction.

“Ah, this is so depressing. I guess I really can’t…”

The Eternal Sovereign buried her face in her hands.

How did things end up like this?

Or perhaps, was it inevitable that they would?

Feeling the repercussions of breaking her contract creeping in, Kim Sojin thought back to what had happened three weeks ago.

It was during lunchtime in the cafeteria.

“I miss home-cooked meals.”

Crunch, crunch—Jamsuni, a loner eating alone, murmured to herself. The school cafeteria food was decent, far better than the hasty, tasteless meals Yoo Hajin occasionally whipped up during his wild cooking experiments.

Still, Jamsuni craved homemade food.

She didn’t know why.

The cafeteria buzzed with the noise of students during lunch, their chatter filling the air.

But Jamsuni only opened her mouth to eat, not to speak.

Crunch, crunch—as she chewed her food in solitude amidst the crowd, random thoughts began to flood her mind. The first of these was the contract with Sodo.

The school was located in a special area called Sodo. Historically a sanctuary for shamans of the ancient Samhan era, Sodo was a place imbued with unique powers.

Sodo—a place of revival and purification.

True to its name, Sodo cleansed and restored the spiritual veins of the land.

Thus, it had to maintain the purest spiritual essence.

For this reason, the use of Celestial-level abilities that could leak spiritual energy and pollute the veins was strictly prohibited.

In fact, Celestial-level ability users were forbidden from entering Sodo altogether.

So how had Jamsuni managed to enroll in this school? By making a contract with Sodo itself.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She agreed not to use her abilities and to dedicate her surplus spiritual energy to Sodo.

It was a harsh deal, to say the least.

‘But at least in this place, Cheonji and the noble clans won’t interfere.’

Jamsuni recalled something Uncle Park Il had once said.

‘The past will chase you, and the future will overwhelm you.’

She thought that here, at least, her past wouldn’t catch up too quickly.

And so, Jamsuni lived at the school in a state that was practically no different from that of a normal human.

By her second week, she had come to terms with one fact: she wasn’t good at making friends.

But Yoo Hajin wanted her to try.

‘It’s not my fault. I’ve never had friends before.’

As Jamsuni chewed her lunch in solitude, a girl appeared in front of her and spoke.

“Can I sit here?”

Jamsuni nodded silently, her face expressionless.

– – – The End of The Chapter – – –

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