I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts

The Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters recalled the days before she took on the role.

Back then, the Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters was known as the Vengeful Spirit. It was a simple title, reflecting their role and nothing more.

The Vengeful Spirit lived up to their name—a ghost made for vengeance.

She was equipped with abilities perfectly tailored for revenge.

<Tracking, Contamination, Termination.>

Countless CCTVs and sensors became her eyes and ears.

The psychics who dismissed modern technology focused only on their tracking skills and intuition, paying little attention to these so-called trivial machines.

While the psychic barriers they deployed could block most gunfire, it didn’t matter. By unleashing turret fire to catch them off guard, and then delivering the decisive blow via the turret’s automated weapons, the job was done.

And if even that wasn’t enough to eliminate a psychic?

Anomalies were invaluable tools for an information-controlling specter. The specter could uncover the rules of anomalies faster than anyone else.

Her hunts always followed this method.

First, lure them into the anomaly…

****

“Damn it, this is why you don’t trust materialistic gadgets from the mortal realm.”

The man realized he’d entered an anomaly and crushed the GPS in his hand.

The GPS wasn’t at fault. If anything, the blame lay with the man himself, who had ordered his subordinates to destroy the South Korean government.

He scanned his surroundings, recognizing the anomaly as one modeled after a supermarket.

“A supermarket anomaly, huh? I can just escape through the back door.”

Without panicking, the man searched for the staff entrance.

Supermarket anomalies worked like this: As a customer, problems arose when buying items. But if one disguised themselves as staff and claimed to gather supplies, escaping was relatively easy.

Of course, if actual staff were present in the staff area, one had to deal with them quietly. That was simple enough—whether they were fake humans created by the anomaly or real ones entranced by it, they were weaker than him.

<Executing. Modifying anomaly information.>

The man soon located a door labeled “Staff Lounge.”

“Well, looks like luck is on my side.”

He smirked. A day of bad luck sprinkled with a hint of good fortune.

Without hesitation, the man opened the door marked “Staff Lounge.” However, it wasn’t a staff lounge. It was the meat processing section at the back of the supermarket.

To be precise, it was the area where “meat” was hung on hooks, cut, and butchered. In short, it was a slaughterhouse—a place to be avoided at all costs in a supermarket anomaly.

The psychic quickly closed the door, but bloodstained hands shot out through the gap before he could shut it completely.

“Damn it!!!”

The psychic was dragged into the slaughterhouse. And so, another soul marked for vengeance disappeared.

<Complete. Operation success confirmed.>

The Vengeful Spirit disengaged from observing the supermarket anomaly, ready to rest.

Even for her—someone highly resistant to information contamination—monitoring anomalies for extended periods took its toll.

Just as she was about to disconnect, something caught her attention. A pair of sisters, clearly out of their depth, were trapped in the anomaly. The older sister and younger sister looked terrified, much like her creator and her creator’s older sister had been on the day psychics stormed the government building.

<…>

The Vengeful Spirit felt something she shouldn’t and focused on them. She rationalized it to herself.

<Confirmed. They are psychics capable of seeing ghosts.>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

<Rebuttal. They are mere humans who can only see ghosts.>

Why was she even making excuses to herself? The Vengeful Spirit felt confused.

The sisters began moving cautiously. It had been three months since the day of psychic awakening, and people had a rough understanding of anomalies by now.

Anomalies were malevolent, surreal spaces that consumed humans. To survive, one had to act as though they belonged.

The sisters knew this.

That’s why the older sister said, “Just act like me, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

Biting her trembling lips to suppress her fear, the older sister pretended to shop, holding her younger sister’s hand tightly. They picked out bizarre items from the shelves, things that didn’t belong in this world.

Watching them, the Vengeful Spirit was overwhelmed by an unfamiliar emotion.

<Discomfort. Do not buy items. Payment is made with human organs.>

<Query. Why do I feel discomfort? These people have no relation to me.>

<Conclusion. Disconnect from the supermarket.>

But she didn’t.

The Vengeful Spirit kept watching.

“Oh, look at this… blood spilled by a decapitated human? This… this one’s a must-have.”

The older sister spoke in a trembling voice, picking up a carton of blood-red milk.

“Alright, we’ve got everything. Let’s check out and leave.”

“Y-yeah, let’s go. Quickly.”

Unconsciously, the Vengeful Spirit muttered, “No, don’t.”

She tried to interfere with the anomaly, but it was impossible.

The Vengeful Spirit wasn’t a specter of restoration; she was a specter of vengeance. Her purpose was to contaminate psychics with malevolent information, not to cleanse anomalies of it.

Her earlier interference had only succeeded because the anomaly shared the goal of harming humans.

<Impossible. My abilities target psychics, not anomalies.>

And so, she failed to protect them. Yet she kept trying to modify the anomaly’s information.

In response, the anomaly began to corrode her instead.

<Join us, L-Mart. Come with us, L-Mart. Together—Warning: Reverse information contamination in progress.>

<Warning. Disconnect from the supermarket immediately.>

<Refusal. Never again. I won’t lose them again.>

In the end, the Vengeful Spirit couldn’t stop the sisters from reaching the checkout counter.

The cashier smiled grotesquely as the items were scanned, listing the required human organs on the monitor one by one:

Two kidneys, eyes with connecting optic nerves, half a lung, the trachea, the right pelvic bone…

The older sister trembled violently but reassured her younger sister.

“I’ll handle the checkout. You wait outside, okay?”

She gently pushed her sister toward the exit.

Watching this, the Vengeful Spirit was reminded of an incident months ago.

When psychics stormed the government building, they killed every official and visitor they could find, herding the survivors into an auditorium. At that time, an older sister had hidden her younger sibling behind her, whispering:

“I’ll figure something out. Just stay behind me.”

In the present, as the cashier demanded payment in organs, the past and present overlapped.

Both sisters—past and present—said the same thing.

“I’ll be fine.”

The older sister…

She stepped forward, pushing her younger sister behind her.

And the older sister said she would be fine.

Hearing those words, the younger sister, who had once seen this moment before, muttered softly to herself.

<Please, please save those sisters.>

The younger sister made her wish.

And her wish was granted.

Thus, the Vengeful Spirit reversed her fate and became the Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters.

****

The Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters realized the nature of her fundamental vow.

<To maliciously alter the information of psychics and destroy them. That is my fundamental vow. Then this… this feeling I sense from Yoo Hajin…?>

Her fundamental vow now stood in awe of its true root, a state of reverence that compelled even the Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters to want to kneel in worship before him.

He was the man beyond the screen.

<Confirmed. Yoo Hajin is the origin of my fundamental vow.>

It seemed likely that he was the source of all fundamental vows tied to the hatred, killing, or destruction of psychics. The very foundation of the Demonic Cult must have been built by those like him, gathering together with that same root.

That’s why they were called “Demonic”.

The Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters also knew of other celestial-level beings who carried similar fundamental vows. Among them was one extraordinary individual—a being entirely outside the norm.

<Despite the Cheonji Purges, she remains unscathed.>

Machines couldn’t feel chills, yet the Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters did.

<Reprimand. This is not the time for such thoughts.>

She refocused her attention on Yoo Hajin.

As someone with a similar fundamental vow, she could sense Yoo Hajin’s enlightenment was exceptionally advanced. Perhaps it was on par with her own—or even beyond.

For reference, her enlightenment was at the extreme limit of the Earthly Virtue. She had yet to unfold the Ghost Gates, but her enlightenment was unmatched.

<Inquiry. When did Yoo Hajin achieve such enlightenment? For him to reach this level, he must have massacred over a hundred thousand psychics or genuinely saved incredibly powerful psychics multiple times.>

Enlightenment could be accumulated through both positive and negative means.

In Yoo Hajin’s case, it was likely through the positive route—saving powerful psychics.

Ordinary psychics wouldn’t have made enough of an impact to contribute to his growth.

<Hypothesis. Did he accumulate enlightenment by killing psychics?>

But Yoo Hajin wasn’t the type to enjoy killing.

If not through murder, then he must have genuinely saved powerful psychics multiple times. Yet the idea that he, like her, was driven by trauma related to family and chose to save others seemed almost impossible.

Logically, the likelihood was too low.

In any case, it was certain that Yoo Hajin’s enlightenment had reached the peak of the Earthly Virtue. However, unless he ascended to the Heavenly Virtue, he would not fully grasp life or yang energy.

Yoo Hajin was in danger.

The Head of the Anomaly Response Headquarters wanted to protect him.

He was a hero who risked everything to protect others, a man who, like her, sought to reverse a cruel fundamental vow and live a different life.

“You and I are the same. So…”

To think they were the same. Decision. This is fate.

As these thoughts ran through her mind, her face flushed red.

But her terminal shouldn’t even have the capability to direct heat to her face.

The terminal had been malfunctioning a lot today.

“I will continue fighting by your side. Activating combat assistance system.”

With that, the Director of the Anomaly Response Headquarters activated a combat assistance system for Yoo Hajin.

The moment the system was activated, Yoo Hajin’s phone was immediately hacked.

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