A Korean Odyssey
EP 01 - 3: THE GREAT GOD AND THE INHABITANT SPIRIT OF THE WOODEN DOLL
"The ghost-possessed contestant is already waking up from his sleep" said a woman with very red lips to Woo Hwi who was sitting casually in his chair of the president. This woman is his loyal servant who plays a secretary in the human world, Ma Ji Young.+
"Hm. She must have been very confused, having been suddenly told to pass the audition." thought Woo Hwi, with his eyes closed.
"Give a ghost a chance to wreak vengeance and open the way for a human child to reach the ideals. Ma Wang(Devil)-nim, you are truly extraordinary." Secretary Ma praised.
"That should be, that I may quickly become a god." Woo Hwi enjoys the air around his ringed hands that swirl around airy.
Secretary Ma commented, "But those stupid humans still vilify you just because you stand out on TV. Ah, you pathetic creature."
Woo Hwi is interested. "Who's vilifying me? Huh huh? Come tell me. Which was? The fat one on my right or the one whose face is pretty on my left?"
Secretary Ma did not respond.
Woo Hwi concluded, "Both?"
Secretary Ma nodded.
BRACKET! Hands clenched tight on the table. Woo Hwi tries VERY HARD to hold back his anger. Then the secretary teased, "Kill? You want to eat them?"
Woo Hwi IS REALLY holding back. "By being a god, I can't kill a human being" he said, to myself.
"Then, hit it?" god again.
"uh." Woo Hwi braced himself. "Thousand years and now a few steps away. I'll be a god WITHOUT GETTING INTO TROUBLE" he said, ambitious.
"But ... The god who lives with you is making trouble again" Secretary Ma said, lazily.
Woo Hwi's forehead is wrinkled. "Why else is he?" tanyakanya.
Secretary Ma points out a report to his superiors, "This is a 99Du 5050 ticket report for the month."
Woo Hwi read and suffocated, "Bringing the speed limit: 190km/h. HUH UH?! Glad he is, it seems. Ckckck."
And this afternoon, 99Du 5050 is speeding back on the streets. The hot sun makes the blue sports car more shiny. He drives freely, for there is no one on this road but himself—as if this road is his. Then turn to a quiet house, stop in front of a quiet house, and claw the homeowner out loud.+
"What'sthis? Why park in front of people's houses?" cerocos home owner—on the fluffy-coated man who had a casual scape, Son Oh Gong—as soon as he appeared from behind the door.
This man took off his fur coat and showed off the white mark on his collar.
The owner of the house immediately looked polite. "Oh, Priest! Please forgive. My wife and I are waiting for you. Please come in."
Without saying much, Son Oh Gong passed the owner of the house while throwing a coat at him, and entered the courtyard of the house. He also missed the owner's wife arrogantly.
"That's right there" said the Home— Owner pointing to a window on the second floor.
And PRANG! The table lamp flew out of that window. The house owner's wife was shocked. After the table lamps, study chairs and other objects continued to fly to the yard.
"Ah, just this time he was throwing things like this" said the house owner's wife, concerned.
Oh Gong assumed, "It seems that he is not happy with my arrival."
"Our son is a freak" said the house's wife, "Sometimes, he's hovering on his bed."
"Master, help us." asked the Home Owner.
Son Oh Gong thought for a moment: he had to make sure of something before entering and winning the fight with the creatures inside the room. He walked towards the throwing of things, casually avoiding the incessant throws, and chose one of them—which could be used as a tool to measure something he wanted to ascertain: the level of ability.
Oh Gong took a rounder and a ball. SCALLOPS! He floated the ball into the open window. Immediately after a hoarse stirring sound, the ball was thrown out and lodged in a tree trunk. Oh Gong assessed, "Aigoo, this is 100 points. Well, then I have to take it seriously." Oh Gong stretches his shoulders and neck.
Then with the caste-beater, he entered into the house— alone, asking the humans not to follow—and immediately felt the dark aura of a room that was at the very end of the stairs. Oh Gong pushed open the door of the room with a caste-beater, and the dark aura grew thicker felt by him. He saw a boy—approximately 13 years—who was curled up on the bed with his hands and feet tied firmly to the legs of the bed.+
"Master, please untie me. It hurts." he whined, at Oh Gong who was standing casually with a casti— hitter right in front of him.
"illness?" Oh Gong pretended to be concerned, and a second later he sharpened his mouth, "How dare you trick me. Heh, you think: by possessing such a child, I won't be able to hit you? Don't waste energy. Before I get my patience, just confess. Hm?" Oh Gong pointed the rounder to the chin of this boy.
Oh Gong smiled arrogantly. "When you know who I am, but you're STILL bullshitting like this. Looks like, you're not scared of me at all, are you?" weigh Oh Gong. He looked around the room, "Well, there was no other choice. I have to destroy your living object." BRAK!! Oh Gong hit things on the study table— all at once, with a rounder.+
"You're stuck, aren't you?" exclaim that spirit—stop the activity of Oh Gong. "You can't go back to heaven, but YOU'RE SO ARROGANT."
Oh Gong is patient. "Therefore, I must eliminate this evil spirit like you so that my points of goodness may increase and return to heaven."
"DON'T TALK MUCH!"
Oh Gong exhaled his angry breath. "Oh, you're REALLY pissing me off. Okay, I'll DESTROY everything."
BRACKET! BRACKET! BRACKET! Oh Gong hit the keyboard until the tiny buttons scattered, then moved away from the row of toy— cars cruelly, so that some parts of the toy car body were scuffed and broken— and his eyes continued to explore. He's looking for an object that lives in the evil spirit of— who is possessing this human child. If it is destroyed, the evil spirit will disappear.
"STOP IT!" exclaim Evil Spirit, when Oh Gong was about to throw a punch at a wooden doll man in a tuxedo. Oh Gong looked over.
The Evil Spirit begged, "Let go of me. I promise you, I'll leave this kid and go somewhere else."
"Okay, ah. Whynot? What can you give me to redeem yourself for?" oh Gong said, then immediately continued the destruction, but—
"Great God!!" The Evil Spirit called again.
"WHAT THE HELL? WHWHAT? WHAT?!!" Oh Gong call.
With the body of a human child, the Evil Spirit sat folding and bowing politely in front of Son Oh Gong. He said, "Great God, do you know that Sam Jang was born?"
"Eh?" oh Gong's anger is diverted.
"I've met the bloody man Sam Jang. If you drink Sam Jang's blood and eat his flesh, YOU WILL BE THE STRONGEST."
Oh Gong rested the caste-beater. "Is there really such a human being?" Oh Gong can't believe it.
"of course. I had a taste of the flesh, and the blood smelled VERY DELICIOUS." said Evil Spirit, as he moved the wooden puppet behind Oh Gong: taking a sharp-tipped (rare) object.
"You must be lying." accuse Oh Gong.
"No." then he squirmed: biting the arm of a human child with his rotten corn tooth. "I had time to bite him like this." he showed four round curves lined with blood red branches in the vicinity—on Oh Gong. "If you let me go, I'm willing to catch Sam Jang for you. How about, Great God? Hahahahaha." and the wooden doll floated towards Oh Gong.
He thought, Oh Gong doesn't know. With a single blow, the wooden doll floated up and hit the wall of the room. The pain radiates from the stomach to the rest of the body. And WUSH! the wooden doll disappeared, then the Evil Spirit lay with its original form on the bed. A moment later, the form disappeared and the darkness vanished without a remnant.+
"Wow, just barely." muttered Oh Gong.
Outside the house, the Homeowner and his wife were arguing with two priests. They were the priests who should have come to see the state of the son of the owner of this house, but were preceded by Oh Gong—a lying priest. Both pastors and parents alike wonder about this.
Oh Gong also came out of the house. "It's over" he said.
"Oh, thank you!" the owner of the house and his wife said.
The wife of the owner of the house immediately poured into the house—takan patiently see the state of his son.
"Excuse me, which church are you from?" ask one of the priests.
"Oh, I came straight from up there" Oh Gong said, pointing at the sky. Of course, the pastors were confused because of it.
"Oh, and thank you for taking it for myself" Oh Gong— told Home— Owners while pointing out the expensive liquor he had hidden behind a suit.
"O-oh, yes" said the Home Owner: not willing the drink was taken, but it is impossible to take it back—let alone from a priest who has been instrumental in healing his son.
Oh Gong turned his back on the Home Owner. He was waiting for something that the Home Owner did not automatically understand. After Oh Gong moved his shoulders slightly, the Homeowner understood: 'please, put on my fur coat', that's how it is.
"Excuse me" Oh Gong said, then left.
"Thank you, Pastor!" the Home Owner.