I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts Chapter 3: Preliminaries

After sending Jamsuni back, I turned on my computer and searched for Cheonsu Doryeong.

"Haa"

My sister warned not to delve into psychics because of my peculiarities, but in a life-or-death situation, I had no choice.

"Cheonsu Doryeong, 29 years old, runs a club and a restaurant in Hongdae..."

A promotional article appeared alongside a photo of a man wearing silver sunglasses. The article briefly ntioned that Cheonsu, despite his young age, was a successful entrepreneur and a shaman.

"Hmm."

I tweaked my search terms a bit.

Hongdae’s gang leader, Cheonsu's gang, Cheonsu videos. Still, I couldn't find the brutal video Jamsuni had ntioned.

However, I stumbled upon so intriguing posts:

"This gang leader seems to have a tight grip on the Hongdae drug scene lately."

"Where did that guy go?"

"Heard soone got their hand chopped off for ssing with the bottom ranks of the Cheonsu's gang."

Confirming that if one sses with the Cheonsu's gang, they risk losing their hand.

Honestly, it was quite unnerving...

I gently rubbed my wrist and continued to search the internet for more about Cheonsu.

"No dine and dash at that store; it's protected by Cheonsu."

"These guys really do whatever you ask for. It's beyond imagination."

"Did you see the chaos at the club today? A drunk from the Cheonji side beat up the Cheonsu gang, and their executives ca out and collectively bowed their heads."

This was quite an interesting post. Clicking on it revealed a photo of so rough-looking guys bowing their heads to a handso man.

The comnts read:

"Even the gang leaders bow down to Cheonji. Such a loss of face, lol."

"His own gang mber turned into a half-wit, and still, he can't stand up to Cheonji."

Now it was confird that the Cheonsu gang was very subservient to those from Cheonji.

I was beginning to get a clearer picture of what kind of person Cheonsu was.

He seed like a literal gangster shaman.

He was the type who grovels before the strong and shows boundless cruelty to the weak. A classic thug, the kind one often see in real life.

I finally ventured into the deep web and searched for 'Thousand hand Scion.' Minutes later, I regretted that search.

Videos filled the screen: a man being tortured for hours, a woman's prolonged screams, an elder begging for death, a child ceasing to search for mom and dad. It was a grotesque collection.

"Damn it..."

I was as enraged as I was terrified.

This guy Cheonsu.

He was a truly despicable monster.

And these videos were just the free samples. The ones available for purchase were probably filled with even more horrifying scenes.

"Crazy bastard."

My hands trembled uncontrollably. The thought of possibly being the next one in those torture videos made feel like I could wet myself any second.

Wait, couldn't psychics track where people have gone? I quickly searched for thods psychics use to track people.

The answer was straightforward.